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unlike me {fred weasley x reader}

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Summary: You, a shy Hufflepuff, have caught the eye of Fred Weasley.

Genre: fluff

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Fred Weasley doesn’t do things to impress others. He never has. Trying to please others is so far from his mind when playing one of his pranks that it’s almost laughable to think he and his twin brother do anything for the sake of attention. They live to amuse themselves, and nobody else.

But sometimes the reactions of others do catch his eye. It happens rarely, but there have been the odd times when Fred and George are fleeing from the scene of one of their usual messy pranks, and Fred will look over to see someone standing there, staring open mouthed and wide eyed at the scene in front of them, and he will turn back to the path and smile because - yet again - he has left somebody speechless.

More often than not these days, that person is you.

Fred doesn’t know much about you; you’re clearly very shy, hardly ever being spotted in the hallways unless you’re making your way to your next class, and even then you’re prone to keeping your head down, refusing to talk to anybody who wants to talk to you. Fred doesn’t know if you have any friends, if you want friends, if you’ve ever looked at him and wondered what it would be like to talk to him…

“So, Harry, tell me a bit about that one over there.”

Harry looks up from his breakfast plate, eyes still fogged from a night of no-doubt restless sleep. Beside him, Ron is still trying to wake himself up and Hermione is hastily flipping through a gargantuan textbook. It seems to Fred like the Chosen One may be the only one at this moment in time in a fit enough state to answer his pressing questions.

“Huh?” he replies.

Fred leans forward a little more, so close that his mouth is very nearly touching Harry’s ear. “That one over there.” He nods over to the Hufflepuff table. “The one sitting on their own.”

Harry narrows his eyes. “Y/N L/N? What about them?”

“They’re in your year, aren’t they?”

“I think so. I don’t really know too much about them; they’re quite quiet, really.”

“Yeah,” Fred and George say together. “We know.”

Harry raises a brow, flicking his gaze to the twins standing on either side of him. “Why? Are you both interested?”

“Just ol’ Freddy Boy here.”

Ron scoffs. “You? Getting in with Y/N L/N? Mate, that’s about as likely as Percy showing up for Christmas this year.”

Fred slaps Ron on the back of the head. “Shut your mouth, you git.”

“So, what? You really think you have a chance with them?” Harry asks.

Fred shifts uncomfortably; he hadn’t meant for the conversation to get this far. All he wanted was for Harry to tell him a bit about you and that be it - he was fairly confident he could handle the rest on his own using his incredible charm and humour.

But now these snotty little fifth years are making him second-guess his own abilities, which has never happened before in his seventeen years of life.

“I think so,” he replies, trying to keep his voice as confident as possible. “Why wouldn’t I have a chance? I’m charming, and witty, and-”

“And loud, and annoying, and centre of attention literally all the time,” Ginny finishes, waltzing into the conversation. She sits down next to Hermione, pinching a hash brown off Harry’s plate. “Y/N is the complete opposite of that. You’ll scare them away before you even get a chance to ask them out.”

Fred frowns. George says something in his twins defence, but Fred has stopped listening, instead choosing to glance over to where you’re still sitting, smiling shyly at the Hufflepuff boy who has just taken a seat next to you. It’s clear - and always has been clear - that you get plenty of attention - you just don’t want it. Fred has watched you get shy and awkward, shuffling away from people who so much as grin in your direction. Fred has even watched you scurry away when he walks past, and at this point, he isn’t even surprised; the scenes Fred finds him in are far from the types of scenes you’ll want to be caught in.

You really are very different people, and Fred isn’t stupid enough to deny that. Nonetheless, there’s something about you that has always caught his eye, from the day he was a puny little second year, watching you scramble up to the Sorting Hat. Even then he found himself staring at you, fingers crossed in the hopes you would get sorted into Gryffindor, that he could find an excuse to lead you to the Common Room himself - not Perfect Percy - but then you were being sorted into Hufflepuff and an awful long time went by in which Fred did nothing to pursue you.

But now he’s in his sixth year. If not now, then when?

“Have you ever tried speaking to them?”

Ron’s voice snaps Fred from his daze. He looks down and shrugs.

“Not really.”

“That's not like you,” says Ginny. “Have we actually found someone who makes you shy?”

Fred scowls. “I’m not shy. Y/N’s shy - I’m just respecting that and keeping my distance.”

“Good on you, mate,” says George, before he ducks his head down and whispers loudly in Harry’s ear, “Every time he sees them, he wets himself a little.”

Fred kicks his twin. “Would you lot give it a rest? I’ll talk to them today, alright? You’ll all see.”

“Oh, don’t wind him up,” Hermione tuts, slapping Ron on the arm when the group of youngsters start laughing.

“Oooh,” George says. “You’ve got Granger sticking up for you, Fred - who would have thought that would ever happen to us?”

“I think it’s cute that Fred likes Y/N,” says Hermione, sitting up a little straighter. “I don’t know much about them, but I think someone bringing them out of their shell could do them a world of good.”

Fred can’t help but grin; the thought of it, of you actually giving him a chance - it makes him unnervingly happy. “Cheers, Hermione.”

Fred takes that tiny bit of assurance and carries it with him throughout the entire day - he doesn’t really know when he’s going to make his move, just that he is.

At some point.

He has no classes with you. He barely sees you in the hallways. He doesn’t share a common room with you - the situation is really not working in his favour, but Fred Weasley will not let such a drawback ruin his plans. He’ll find ways around it, just as he finds ways around everything.

The solution finally comes to him at 11:00pm.

He should be in bed. He knows he should be in bed, that if Filch were to see him right now, the old man would be going absolutely ballistic, overjoyed with the idea of giving another student a detention. Fred has the advantage of the Marauders Map, plus a lifetimes worth of sneaking around, but that doesn’t make him feel any less nervous.

He’s been out of bed after curfew plenty of times before, but never has he crept into another common room whilst doing it.

He heads towards the basement, checking the Marauders Map every few seconds to ensure Filch and his filthy cat are as far away as possible. His mind is working at a million miles per hour, because for the first time in his life, Fred is convinced he’s being stupid. The amount of protective charms that must be on the doors of these openings would be insane, and Fred is insane to think he could ever try and get past them, but god, he can’t go down to breakfast tomorrow without making some attempt to talk to you, just like he said he would, just like Hermione-

“Eep!”

Fred spins on his heel, nearly falling over a body of armour stood in the corner. Multiple paintings rouse from their sleep, and the ones that were already awake break into fits of giggles. Fred doesn’t even acknowledge the tiny noise that made him jump in the first place, instead choosing to desperately hush the paintings around him.

“Shut up. Sh! Filch will hear and then we’re all in trouble!”

“Speak for yourself, Weasley,” says Doogle Doolaly through a mouthful of giggles. Fred shoots the painting a glare before abruptly remembering what had caused him to stumble in the first place.

He spins around. To his surprise, you’re still there.

You, standing right in front of him with both hands clapped over your mouth, eyes wide. You’re wearing a pair of yellow bed robes, hair a mess. Fred has to take a minute to just stare.

And then, “What on Earth are you doing out of bed?”

Slowly you lower your hands, biting your lower lip as you stare right back at him; Fred, though pleased, finds this quite odd considering he’s so used to watching you avoid eye contact as much as possible. “I was walking.”

Your voice is quiet, timid.

Fred tilts his head. “Walking? At eleven at night?”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Me neither.”

You nod. Fred nods back. The two of you stand a good five feet apart, unsure of what to say or do to make the silence go away - of course, there’s so many things Fred wants to ask, considering he was previously convinced you would never step out of line, but none of those questions are appearing right now.

Fred, however, knows this silence can’t last forever, so he’s the one to make the first move in breaking it.

“You alright?”

You look up, startled. “I’m fine. Why?”

“I was just wondering. You look like you’ve seen someone use an illegal curse or something.”

“Thanks.”

Fred’s stomach flips. “Not that you don’t look really pretty, because you do, but I’m just saying-”

“Why were you heading towards the Hufflepuff common room?”

Fred pauses. Have you just caught him out?

“How did you know that’s where I was going?”

“Because nobody else comes down here this late at night unless they’re a Hufflepuff coming back from detention.”

“You’re good at this, you know. Right little detective, you are.”

You shrug.

Fred sighs, rubs the back of his neck before saying, “I was just having an innocent little dander about. Those Gryffindor sixth years can be a rowdy bunch - it’s hard to get to sleep.”

“Oh. Okay.” You trace your eyes along his towering form, and for a moment, Fred is almost convinced you’re genuinely checking him out. It boosts his confidence a little. “Well, I’m sorry you couldn’t sleep. I’m also sorry for making so much noise - you startled me.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a pretty scary person I’ve been told.”

Your lips twitch. “Who told you that?”

He shrugs. “It’s not so much a verbal thing. Sometimes sweet little Hufflepuff’s run away when they make eye contact with me.” He raises a brow, smirks when he sees your own smile fade, replaced by a mild look of embarrassment because you both know exactly who Fred is talking about.

You cough and awkwardly kick at the floor. “Sometimes sweet little Hufflepuff’s get a little shy.”

Fred’s confidence is really flooding back into his system now, and he doesn’t know why it feels different. This isn’t the confidence he carries around with him on a day-to-day basis, the confidence that allows him to play these big pranks without a care in the world. This is a type of confidence he has never felt before, makes him feel elated, like he can do anything.

He smirks, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m Fred Weasley, by the way.”

“I know.” Your eyes pop open for a brief second. “I mean - uh - Ron. Ron is your brother, right?”

“He is.”

“I know your brother. He’s in my year. Goalkeeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, right?”

“Right.”

You nod, biting your lower lip in that way Fred has learned you do quite often when you’re flustered. “I heard of you - uh - from him. Yeah.”

Fred nods. He stares at your flustered form, finding amusement in the way you quickly look to the floor, trying desperately to avoid his gaze which has apparently now become too much for you.

He chuckles and pushes himself away from the wall he found himself leaning upon. “It was lovely talking to you, Hufflepuff. Try not to run away next time and maybe we can talk again.”

You look up and nod, lips twitching. Fred grins right back, bows his head to you before he walks off down the corridor, pretty darn pleased with himself.

----

“So how did it go?”

“I don’t kiss and tell.”

Ginny gasps, slapping Fred on the arm when her, Fred and George sit down to breakfast the next morning. “You kissed?”

Fred snickers. “No. But we spoke, and it was great. Y/N L/N is actually a bit of a rule breaker.”

Ginny raises a brow, reaching across George for a slice of toast. “Shut up.”

“He’s telling the truth,” says George, at the same time Fred says, “I’m telling the truth.”

“Wow. What were they doing to break the rules?”

“Walking about after curfew. Lucky I was there, or else Filch would have had them.”

Ginny scoffs. “Because god forbid anyone be as sneaky as you two.”

“Exactly,” the twins reply.

“So what was the conversation like?” Ginny prods. She wears a distracted gaze in the hopes that Fred won’t see just how curious she really is, but Fred sees right through her.

“It wasn’t bad,” he replies. “A bit short, but that’s easily fixed.”

“So you want to keep talking to them?”

Fred raises a brow. “Of course I do.”

Ginny hums around the slice of toast in her mouth. “Cute, Fred. Cute.”

Fred opens his mouth to give a sarcastic retort, but gets abruptly distracted by the sight of you rising from the Hufflepuff table. He sits bolt upright, craning his neck to see over the heads of everybody else; you don’t spare him a glance, apparently retreating back to your usual, shy self. With your head ducked down and your books piled in your arms, you hastily make your way towards the exit.

Fred is standing up before he can even process he’s moved. Ginny and George watch him, both smiling maniacally as Fred utters a half-hearted goodbye and follows after you. He really has no plans for what he could possibly say when he finally catches up, but he’s decided to take every opportunity he possibly can.

He bustles out of the Great Hall, finding you only a few seconds after as you head back towards the Hufflepuff common room.

“Y/N!”

You freeze, spinning around as Fred jumps onto the step just below the one you’re currently standing on. He pants dramatically, clutching his chest.

“You move quick.”

You glance over his shoulder, hugging your books a little tighter. “Hi, Fred. How was breakfast?”

“Oh, good. Great, actually. I - uh - had toast.”

“Sounds nice.”

“Yeah.” He straightens up, rubbing the back of his neck; why is he suddenly nervous? “Where are you off to?”

“I have to go grab some books for my first few classes,” you reply, and Fred can’t help but note the slight tinge of amusement in your voice. “Where are you off to?”

Fred pauses; again, this was not something he necessarily thought through when he first decided to follow you out here. He really just wanted a chat, to hear your voice one more time before he was forced to go to classes.

He folds his arms over his chest as nonchalantly as he can manage, leaning against the banister. “I don’t think it’s right for a lovely wizard like yourself to be walking to class on your own; I thought I’d offer my services.”

You raise a brow, once again taking a cautious glance over Fred’s shoulder to ensure nobody is around to hear his flirtations; nonetheless, you make no attempt to stop him, which he takes as a relatively good sign. “Well, you can walk me to class if you like. I have to get my books first, though.”

Fred gestures up the stairs. “Lead the way.”

And so you do. Fred follows you all the way to the Hufflepuff common room, where he is forced to wait outside whilst you gather your belongings. His stomach grumbles, evidence of his uneaten breakfast, but he doesn’t even care right now. Not when you walk out of the common room, all smiles and nervous glances. Fred offers you his arm, and it’s with only the slightest bit of hesitation that you take it and allow Fred to lead you back through the school hallways.

“What is it like in there?” he asks.

“In where?”

“The Hufflepuff common room. Surely you can hear all the house elves rattling about in the kitchens at night.”

You shake your head. “The walls are soundproof; did you know Muggles have soundproof things as well?”

Fred raises a brow. “You’re not obsessed with Muggle stuff, are you? My dad’s into all that stuff - I’ve heard enough of it for a lifetime.”

You giggle, and Fred is fairly certain his hand starts trembling.

“No, I’m not obsessed,” you say. “I do find some of it interesting, though. The similarities between our world and theirs.”

“Are there many? Similarities, I mean.”

You shrug. Looking to the side, Fred can see your face suddenly change; what once was an expression of nerves and uncertainty is now one of interest and intrigue as Fred asks you questions on a topic you are clearly very invested in. It makes his heart lift, and he has to bite his lower lip to stop the smile from spreading and making it too obvious.

“A few I’ve picked up on,” you reply. “They still - like - wear clothes and stuff. Just different styles. And they live in houses, and go to school-”

“School? Don’t insult Hogwarts like that. Muggle school and wizard school aren’t even comparable.”

You furrow your brows, glancing up at Fred. “But they still learn.”

“Not the important stuff. Not like we do.”

“And what would you consider important?”

Fred hums, gazing wistfully into the distance. You giggle again. Finally, he says “aha!” and clicks, whirling on you. “Right, tell me this - do Muggles learn Defense Against the Dark Arts?”

You frown, grip tightening on his arm. “I don’t think so. They don’t have magic, so it would be a bit pointless, wouldn’t it?”

“Ah, but it’s important. What are they gonna do if a Dementor comes knocking on their front door?”

“There’s nothing they can do, even if they knew the basic stuff we know. They don’t have magic, Fred.”

Fred grunts. “Must be a hard life having to do everything by hand.”

“I agree.”

Fred chuckles, glancing down at you. Your eyes meet his for a fraction of a second before you bite your bottom lip and avert your gaze.

“Go on then,” Fred continues. “Tell me some more similarities. You’ve got me interested now.”

“Really?”

“Mm.”

You tilt your head in thought. “Well. . . I suppose the way their government system works is quite similar to ours.”

“Explain.”

“They have people in power. A system of higher-up’s, if you will, who control everything.”

“Is theirs as corrupt as ours?”

“Oh, definitely. Sometimes I’d even argue they’re even more corrupt than ours.”

Fred’s eyes pop open. “Blimey. How has the Muggle world not completely broken down?”

You laugh. Full-on laugh, eyes squinting closed and head thrown back. Fred can’t even bring himself to laugh alongside you, suddenly too engrossed in your enjoyment to indulge in his own.

You hiccough yourself back to reality before looking up and saying, “Surely your dad could teach you all this stuff if he’s so interested in Muggle affairs?”

“He’s interested, but he’s also a bit oblivious. Doesn’t matter how many times Harry tells him what a telephone is, he still has no idea how it all works.” Fred shrugs. “Plus, I enjoy my lessons much more when you’re teaching them.”

You stiffen, lower lip hiding - yet again - behind your teeth. You swallow thickly, and before Fred can do anything, you’re unwinding your arm from his and picking up your pace, calling a quick, “I’m gonna be late!” over your shoulder. Fred falters mid-way, staring after you with his mouth dropped open and confusion making his stomach churn.

Someone crashes into his shoulder as you round the corner. “Nice one, mate.”

“Shut up, George.”

“It doesn’t look like it’s going too well.”

“It’s - it’s going fine.” Fred curses under his breath - now you’ve got him stuttering? “They’re just a little shy. But I think they like me.”

“Oh yes, the most obvious sign of attraction - running away.”

----

Fred is beginning to get very tired of his classes.

He’s only here for the sake of his mothers sanity; god only knows how Molly Weasley would react if he showed up at the Burrow six months early, claiming he was finished with school before he’d even managed to bag an acceptable amount of N.E.W.T’s.

But he doesn’t want to be here any more. He’s getting tired of forcing himself to listen to things he only half cares about, getting tired of being told off for things that - honestly - the teachers should just be used to by now. It’s not like they haven’t seen it for the past six years.

He grunts to himself as he and George walk out of History of Magic. Yet another boring lesson that seemed to drag on much longer than necessary; all Fred has to prove he was there at all is the doodle of a cat in the top hand corner of his notebook.

“I need a sleep,” George says. “His bloody voice exhausts me.”

Fred opens his mouth to respond, but his twin brother cuts him off by slapping a hand to his arm and pointing straight ahead.

Startled, Fred looks up. Standing by the gargoyle just outside History of Magic is you, hugging your books whilst awkwardly looking back and forth, as if afraid one of the passing students is going to stop and harass you.

George snickers. “Go on, mate. I think they’re looking for you.”

Before Fred can object, get himself together, George shoves him forward hard enough to make him stumble. Your head snaps up at the sound of Fred saying “You git!” and Fred is quick to lean against the wall, look at you and say, coolly, “Y/N. What a pleasant surprise.”

You stand up a little straighter, lips twitching. “Hi. How was class?”

“Boring.” He smirks. “Much better now that you’re here, though.”

The unmistakable sound of George snorting as he passes by floats between you. You smile, giving Fred’s brother a nod before you turn back to Fred and say, “Do you fancy taking a little walk before break ends?”

Of all the things Fred expected to happen today, you asking him on a walk was certainly not one of them. It takes him a second to reply, and it’s only the realisation that you’re probably just as nervous as he is that he snaps out of it and nods.

You wind your arm through his without him having to offer; his cheeks are burning.

Together, you set off down the hall. It’s quiet for a little bit, Fred still trying to figure out what’s happening, and you inspecting each and every one of the sculptures you pass, as if too afraid to look over at Fred.

Finally, however, you break the silence. “I’m sorry about earlier.”

Fred’s stomach jolts. “What are you sorry for?”

“For how I reacted. You were just being nice and I - uh - I don’t really know how to handle that kind of thing.”

Fred perks an eyebrow, glancing down at you with genuine curiosity. “I find that very hard to believe.” Because he does. He finds it downright unbelievable that compliments are not something you have grown used to across the five years spent in Hogwarts.

You shrug. “Well, believe it. I really appreciated what you said, but I just. . . I don’t know how to respond, or if you’re telling the truth-”

“I was definitely telling the truth.”

You bite your lip. “I shouldn’t have ran off like that. It must have made you feel awful.”

Classic Hufflepuff behaviour - thinking more about other people’s feelings than their own.

“You know,” Fred drawls, “if my flirting makes you uncomfortable, just tell me and I’ll stop.”

“No!”

Fred’s eyes snap down. You look back up at him, eyes wide before you realise the abruptness of your protestation and hastily avert your gaze to the floor.

“No,” you say, softer now. “I - uh - I don't think you should stop. I quite like it, actually.”

Fred smirks, keeping his eyes trained on you even as you fight desperately to look anywhere but him. “Do you fancy me, Y/N L/N?”

“Oh, give me a break, Fred.”

“I think you do.” He rubs his cheek against your own. “Just a little bit.”

You jerk away, slapping his arm. “Well, it’s not bloody difficult, is it?”

Fred falters, though his smile only widens. “What does that mean?”

You groan, pulling your arm from his yet again. Fred stumbles back, unable to help the laugh that bursts from his throat at the sight of your flustered state.

“I’m going to class,” you announce.

“You didn’t answer my question!”

“I don’t have an answer to your question.” You stand there a little longer. With a smile still beaming, Fred watches as you take a single step forward, a step back, another step forward-

And then, as if telling yourself to just get it over with, you jump forward and press your lips to Fred’s cheek. His jaw drops open, but he doesn’t get the chance to say anything before you’re spinning on your heel and rushing away, rounding the corner without so much as a wave in his direction.

Fred swallows thickly, reaching up to brush his fingers against the area you have just kissed, just like they do in those cheesy Muggle movies his mum is so fond of. He can’t believe the feeling that comes with it - his heart is going to explode.

Oh, no…

----

The Hufflepuff table is boring compared to the Gryffindor table. That’s the first thing Fred notices.

Maybe it’s because his friends aren’t with him. Maybe it’s because George flat-out refused to accompany him. Maybe it’s because Fred is nervous, and he’s angry about it, because since when has Fred Weasley ever been nervous about anything?

This morning, however, he is pushed on by the memory of your lips against his cheek. That is his only source of motivation, the only reason he doesn’t flick Ernie MacMillan on the back of the head when the Hufflepuff boy turns and scowls at the Gryffindor student currently making his way towards you, sat at the very end.

You have yet to look up from your textbook. Fred takes great pleasure in wrapping his arms around your shoulders, your body jumping back against his in your shock. He leans down and chuckles in your ear, moving his head so you can see his clearly amused features.

Immediately your eyes widen. “Fred! What are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d come have breakfast with you.” He waves his wand; a sausage springs up from Ernie’s plate, which he catches before biting into. “Like a date.”

You bite your lip. “Do you want to sit down?”

“Uh, Y/N?” Ernie calls over as Fred takes the empty seat next to you; he doesn’t miss the way you barely look up when you hum in response to Ernie’s - quite frankly - rude call of your name. “You know the houses have to eat together. He’s breaking the rules.”

You shyly look up. “Oh, Ernie, let him sit down…”

“Yeah Ernie,” Fred jeers. “Let me sit down, you nosy little git.”

You choke on the pumpkin juice you just lifted to your mouth, spinning in your seat to hide the amused smile growing uncontrollably upon your face. Fred grins, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Did you like that?”

“You’re impossible,” you hiss, slapping his arm. “Just ignore him. He’s got a grudge against anyone who plays for Gryffindor.”

“Yeah, I know.” Fred narrows his eyes, craning his neck a little to see over your shoulder, where Ernie sits with a scowl on his face. “He better not give you a hard time for hanging out with me, you know. You’d tell me if he was?”

You shift so you’re covering Ernie’s face and are now the centre of Fred’s attention. “Of course I would. Plus, Ernie doesn’t scare me.”

“I’ll certainly scare him if he so much as-”

“Fred,” you laugh, nudging his knee beneath the table. His eyes drift back to you, his body immediately relaxing at the sight of your glowing smile. “Calm down, okay? He’s got nothing against me - it’s you and the Gryffindor team he’s got a problem with.”

“Is that supposed to make me hate him any less?”

You shrug, plucking Fred’s hands from your shoulders and placing a hash brown between his fingertips. “He’s got a point, you know. You are breaking the rules by sitting here.”

Fred raises a brow. “Right, I’ll leave if you-”

“No!” You latch onto his arm, pulling him back to the bench as Fred bursts into yet another round of raucous laughter at how easily flustered you become. “No, you should stay. Dumbledore isn’t even looking.”

“If I was any less wise, L/N, I’d think you want me to have breakfast with you.”

“I just don’t get to see that much of you,” you mumble.

Fred coos; he’s trying so hard to keep up the fun-guy persona, putting on a mask of confidence despite the speed at which his heart is hammering in his chest at the moment. You make it so easy for him to feel this way, too easy, because sure, Fred has had crushes on people before, but never has he put himself out like this. Never has he wanted to make someone laugh so much. Never has he been so proud of being the reason for someone else’s smile.

Fred leans forward, lowering his voice. “That’s very cute.”

“Yeah, well…”

He chuckles, flicking your heated cheek before he takes a bite from the slice of toast you’re holding. You jolt upright immediately, swatting him away with a glare. “Hey!”

He licks the butter noisily from his fingers. “Yummy.”

You roll your eyes. “Get your own breakfast.”

“But yours is so much tastier.”

You grab another slice of toast from your plate and push it against Fred’s lips. He opens his mouth, takes a bite and hums appreciatively.

And then the world stops.

It really is like those scenes in those cheesy movies his mum watches all the time, where the room seems to go still and it’s like nobody else exists. Your fingers hover inches away from his face, your eyes cast to his lips where the slice of toast has just disappeared. Fred swallows, his own eyes drawn to your lips, slightly parted, so soft looking-

“Weasley! What do you think you’re doing sitting at the Hufflepuff table! Get back to where you belong right this instant!”

McGonagall grabs a fistful of his robes, pulling him up from the bench. Fred gasps, stumbling up with his eyes still locked on you. You hastily look back down at the table, pushing hair out of your eyes, trying to avoid being told off by the Deputy Head.

“Awk, lay off, Professor!” Fred exclaims. “I was having fun!”

“You were breaking the rules, Mr Weasley. You can integrate with your pals whenever breakfast has finished, but until then-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Fred grumbles, giving you one last glance. It’s to his utter relief that he sees you looking back at him, a tiny smile on your face. Fred winks before McGonagall shoves him forward, back into his seat at the Gryffindor table.

----

When Fred receives your note, he is sat in the Gryffindor common room with George.

Homework litters the table in front of them, unfinished and not understood by either of them. Hermione had long since gone to bed, insisting she wasn’t going to help people who didn’t want to help themselves. And so, the twins sat up until the late hours of the night, staring at their homework with a sense of frustration building between them.

Fred feels certain he’s going to snap at any given moment; this whole school thing really isn’t working out for him nor George, and the two of them have such prestigious dreams that sitting in a classroom all day just feels like a waste of time. Maybe that’s why he can’t bring himself to properly concentrate on his lessons. Maybe that’s why neither he nor George care as much about grades as all his other siblings.

“Right, so clearly Flitwick was on something when he wrote this,” says George, scowling at his charms homework. “He didn’t even mention flying charms last lesson, so why has he-”

The fireplace suddenly erupts.

Both Fred and George jump at the sudden interruption, swivelling round in their chairs to catch a glimpse of what has happened; they both know full well the kinds of things these fireplaces can permit, and neither of them want to deal with anything too dangerous at this time of night.

In the fire, however, is not the face of a Death Eater, or anything close to such - instead, a single piece of paper sits in the ashes, Fred’s name printed in bold across the top.

The twins frown at each other. George makes a suggestive gesture, all but shoving Fred closer for inspection.

Fred stumbles, sends George a glare before he bends down and picks the piece of paper up. Immediately the handwriting is recognisable by the lazy flick of the letters, how effortlessly neat it looks. It would take Fred hours to write a note that looks like this, and yet he’s watched you scribbling notes down; this is undoubtedly your doing.

Suddenly he’s smiling.

“Oh, here we go,” George groans, noticing his twins expression. “You’re sending love notes to each other now?”

“Shut up.” Fred sinks down into one of the armchairs, reading your note thoroughly. “Y/N wants to meet up.”

“Right now?”

“Mhm.”

George raises a brow. “Have you two even kissed yet?”

Fred’s eyes snap up, cheeks heating before he can stop them. He never ever gets flustered around George, but the mention of such a thing has his stomach flipping. “Why do you care?”

George raises his hands in mock surrender. “Never said I did, mate, but the smile on your face right now would suggest at least a peck on the cheek or something.”

Fred scowls. “No, we haven’t kissed. We’re not even properly together, so drop it.”

“How does that make sense? You both fancy each other-”

“Yeah, but it’s nothing official.” Fred lazily flicks his hand, clicking his fingers so the note folds itself into a perfect square and zips into his robe pocket. “You wouldn’t understand these things, Georgie Boy. You’ve got to take it slow.”

Goerge scoffs, throwing a pencil at Fred. “Very bloody slow apparently. But I forgot, it’s a Hufflepuff you’ve got your eye on. They tend to be a bit hard-to-get, don’t they?”

Fred opens his mouth to protest, to stick up for you, but he can’t even deny the truth in George’s words; a fair amount of time has passed since the two of you first started talking, and all you’ve done is say you enjoy his company. There’s been no kissing, no hand-holding, nothing even close to being considered romantic.

Fred is okay with this, of course. He’s in that very weird head space where even just being in your presence is enough to satisfy him; he catches glimpses of you as you parade from one class to another, and that is enough until he sees you again at lunch, or dinner, or during breaks.

He sighs, pushing himself up from the armchair. “Don’t wanna leave them waiting, do I?”

George scowls. “What about our homework?”

“We’ll be fine.”

“I’m not covering for you if Flitwick asks what you were up to that’s more important than his homework assignments.”

Fred grins, not even giving a response as he clambers out of the common room and ducks into the hallways.

He knows exactly where to go, even though he’s never met up with you after hours before - not since the first time, which he doesn’t even count considering it was entirely an accident. To this day, he still isn’t convinced that wasn’t some type of dream - a Hufflepuff, out of bed after hours? Not a single soul would believe him if he told them.

Fred makes his way down the corridor and grins when he sees you standing there; you’re much braver than him. Fred, personally, feels much safer when he’s wading through the halls - it makes it more difficult for Filch to catch him if he’s not stationary. You, however, seem to have no issue with standing behind a suit of armour, waiting patiently for Fred to round the corner.

“Hola. Bonjour. Hello. Hi.”

You look round, face immediately lighting up. “Fred! Hi!”

He’ll never get used to that greeting.

“Y/N! Hi!” he mimics. “I got your note.”

“Good. Great. I was worried I did it wrong.”

“You? Do something wrong?” Fred screws his face up in an expression of mock confusion, which prompts you to roll your eyes and nudge him. He grins, stuffs his hands in his pockets and says, “Out after curfew again, eh? Have I finally corrupted you?”

“You must have,” you reply.

Fred tilts his head. “What’s the actual reason you invited me out?”

And that’s when your expression shifts.

You bite your lower lip in that way you always do, eyes darting to the ground awkwardly. Fred raises a brow, leaning forward a bit in his attempt to get you to look at him again, but you suddenly seem much too embarrassed to even be giving Fred the time of day. His stomach flips with uncharacteristic anxiety, and he can’t stop himself when he steps forward and places a gentle hand on your elbow.

“Hey. Did something happen?”

The words burst out of you in one breath. “I left my book in the bathing room and I’m too scared to get it myself but I really need it to help me sleep, so I was wondering if you could help me get through the hallways without Filch knowing and then I promise you can go back to bed and never speak to me again.”

You take a sharp breath before looking away again, apparently too embarrassed by your request to even look at him.

Fred takes a moment to reply. He has to untangle your words first, and then he has to bask in his amusement at how embarrassed you were by asking it; personally, he doesn’t see the problem. He’s happy to help. In fact, he’d be pretty annoyed if it wasn’t him you were asking.

“Alright.”

Your eyes snap up. “Really? I mean, you don’t have to, I just thought - well, you know your way around, and you’ve dealt with Filch-”

“You don’t need to explain.” He offers his arm, just as he always does. “What book is it?”

And it’s with only the tiniest bit of hesitance that you take his offered arm and allow him to guide you through the corridors he apparently knows so well; in truth, he doesn’t tend to go out after curfew all that often, because he gets all of his mischief done in the day time now. But you were indeed correct in saying he knows this place better than anyone else. He and George spent the majority of their school careers finding secret passageways and little hiding spots they could use at any given time. As he listens to you talk about the book he’s about to try and save, he recalls each and every one of these hiding places whilst keeping a sharp ear out for Filch.

The two of you arrive at the bathing rooms and Fred pushes open the door. It squeaks, and you wince, glancing at Fred anxiously; he merely places a hand on the small of your back, pushing you further into the room.

He follows, closes the door and exhales heavily. “Made it. Now where’s that book you’ve lost?”

You skitter around the edge of the massive bathing pool; it’s still filled to the brim with forever hot water, always clean despite the amount of people washing themselves within it on a daily basis. Fred stands on the edge, hands stuffed in his pockets as he watches you rush to the far side of the room, rummage around in a basket of towels before pulling a particularly thick book out from beneath them.

You look over, smiling broadly with the book pressed against your chest.

Fred raises a brow. “Happy now?”

“Overjoyed.”

You skip back over to him, pulling open the front cover to look inside. Fred leans forward, reading the confusing inside blurb over your shoulder.

“And you use this for a bit of light reading in the bath?” he asks.

Startled, you slam the book closed. “It’s good, honestly.”

“I’ll take your-”

Fred’s sentence is cut off by the sound of Filch yelling.

And it’s unmistakably Filch yelling, because Fred has heard it many, many times before. It always comes with that initial rush of panic, the realisation he’s been caught, and if he was with anybody else, that initial panic wouldn’t have even lasted. Now, however, he takes one look at your slack face, the horror swimming in your eyes, and he realises this is the first time you’ll have ever gotten in trouble with the caretaker.

A traumatic experience for anyone.

“Oh, god,” you whisper, dropping the book with a SLAM. You jump, scrambling to pick it up, but the noise only seems to draw Filch closer to the door. Fred has to think now.

He groans low under his breath, fumbling beneath his robes for his wand - a wand that has been left on the table back in the Gryffindor common room.

You jolt back up straight, hugging the book to your chest, and that’s when Fred does the one thing he can think to do right now - he grabs your arms and pushes you back, jumping into the deep end of the bath with you alongside him.

He holds you close, opening his eyes as much as he possibly can. He can hear Filch’s yelling from above, aggravated screams of “I know you’re in here! I know you’re in here! I heard you!” Fred simply pulls you closer, urging you to hold your breath for as long as possible.

But he can see you panicking, the air leaving you. He can see your lips threatening to split open so you can scream or cry or breathe, Fred doesn’t know, but he can’t let you do it. Not right now.

Without magic, there’s only one thing he can think to do.

He presses his lips to your own and pries your mouth open. He doesn’t know how this works. He read about it once in a Muggle Studies book, but he never thought he would ever actually need to pay attention to the details. He takes your relaxing body as a good sign, tightening his hold on your shoulders as he continues to breathe as much air into your mouth as he can possibly muster.

And then the door is slamming, and Filch’s screams are muted behind the gold plating, and Fred immediately lets go of you and bursts to the surface.

You follow, gasping for air, wiping water out of your eyes along with fat strands of wet hair. Fred pants, wiping his eyes roughly, trying so hard to find words for an apology but unable to gather enough breath to even think proper thoughts at the moment.

His heartbeat soars. He looks over at you; you’re already looking at him, and the entire room is silent besides your synchronised panting breaths.

You shove past the water, into his arms, and kiss him.

Fred’s eyes pop open wide, but his arms wind around your waist almost instinctively. His lips mould against yours, and once the initial shock has passed, his eyes are slipping closed and he’s falling, falling, drowning, never wanting to resurface ever again.

You pull away first. Water drips from your bottom lip, your eyelashes, your chin, and Fred has never seen a sight so beautiful. He reaches forward, swiping his thumb along your lower lip before he leans forward and gives you a final peck.

“Always full of surprises, you are,” he whispers.

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Fred watches you. Leaning against the door frame with his arms folded across his chest, he watches as you run the towel down your face, grumbling beneath your breath about how impossible it will be to explain your soaked robes to Professor Sprout.

Fred hasn’t even stopped to properly think about how the two of you are meant to get back to your respective common rooms without someone noticing; you’ll surely leave a trail of water in your wake, and Filch is already on high alert. Despite this, Fred can only focus on the kiss the two of you have just shared, and what it means for the future.

You sigh, slamming the towel down and turning. There’s an adorable pout on your face, eyebrows furrowed, hair still soaked and clinging to your skin.

“That really was a shock,” you say.

Fred chuckles. “Just the bit where we took a swim?”

“And the bit where you saved me from drowning.”

“And the bit when we resurfaced and you-”

You groan, waving your hands in front of you as if swatting a fly. “Awk, don’t. I never do anything like that. I probably did it all wrong-”

“You didn’t.”

“Kissing is just something I never got the hang of. I’ve only done it a few times, because I don’t really tend to like people that way, but-”

“But I’m a special case?”

You scowl, deflating. “You know you are.”

Fred grins that cheeky grin of his, pushing away from the door. He wades towards you and stops only when he’s close enough that you have to crane your neck to look into his eyes. “I think you got the hang of kissing perfectly fine. You’re a bloody natural.”

You blink. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” With that, Fred leans down and presses his lips to your own. It’s only slow, slow enough that Fred can feel you melt into him, your rib cage suddenly coming against his own, your fingertips brushing delicately against his waist. It’s adorable, feeling you lose yourself like this, barely registering what is actually happening.

He pulls away just as slow, so you can feel everything when he does so. Your eyes stay closed for a second before opening, lower lip retreating between your teeth, face hot when Fred brings his hands up to your jaw.

“Does - Okay, well, stupid question, but does this make us a couple?” you ask.

Fred laughs. “If you want, yeah.”

“Do you -”

“Oh, Y/N, don’t even ask that; you know full well I want to be your boyfriend. Full. Well.”

A grin splits your face. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

You nod, wrapping your arms around his middle and placing your chin in the centre of his chest. “Yeah.”

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fic #fred weasley #harry potter x reader #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley fic #fred weasley x reader #weasley twins #weasley twins fanfiction #weasley twins fanfic #weasley twins x reader #weasley twins fic

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lovingmyselfcore · 3 years

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Skate Into My Heart

Chapter Three; Uh oh

BESTIES

I'M ALIVE AND I DID THE WRITING THING

@ciaraloves (or @perseusjackson-jasongrace ig) LOOK AT ME DOING THE THING

As soon as Nico left the locker room, Piper pounced on him. Literally.

He was forced to take a step back and caught her by the shoulders, “What’s up?”

She was practically vibrating with excitement, “Annabeth’s back!”

“Really?”

“Yeah! Come on!” She grabbed his hand and yanked him through the hallways and into the main rink where a crowd of people had formed next to the bleachers.

It was the rest of the team and in the center was Annabeth, a duffle bag slung over one shoulder, looking exhausted as all hell but she was grinning as the team peppered her with questions and play-by-plays of the practices she’d missed.

Piper shouldered them into the center so Nico was directly in front of Annabeth, Piper on one side and Calypso on the other.

“Hey, Nico,” Annabeth said, still grinning. She stepped forward for a hug and he let her, burying his face into her neck and breathing, already feeling the responsibility leaking from his tight shoulders. Annabeth was like a big sister to him, not that he’d ever admit that, but still.

“You want to get out?” Nico whispered into her neck.

“Yes,” She whispered back emphatically. Nico could barely stop himself from laughing but as they pulled apart he saw the genuine relief in her eyes and felt himself worrying. He needed to talk to her, about the team and skating, about Will and of course, if she needed to talk about why she’d been gone for so long, he’d do that too.

Apparently, Calypso recognized that too and, bless her heart, muttered something to Leo, and together they captured the team’s attention, allowing Nico to tug Annabeth away from the crowd and out of the rink. She sighed as soon as they were ejected onto the city streets. Nico stuck an arm out and she smiled and linked their arms.

“Where are you headed?” Nico asked as they walked the short distance to the car garage.

“Oh, probably just my apartment.”

Nico nodded, “I wasn’t sure if you’d be staying with your dad or not.”

She shook her head, “He doesn’t even know I landed yet. I’ll head over in the morning.”

Her voice was stiff and Nico took that as his cue to change the subject. “So I have something to confide in you.”

She perked up almost immediately and he swallowed hard. But she just looked at him with those gray eyes and he reminded himself that this was Annabeth. That she wasn’t going to get angry with him.

At least, he hoped not.

“I’m talking to one of the hockey players,” He said casually.

Her grip on his arm stiffened and he braced himself but she was still just looking at him.

Finally, she grinned, “So when you say ‘talking to’...”

He groaned and felt himself flush, “Oh, shut up! Just friends.”

She hummed and released his arm to dig for her keys in her jacket pocket. “Is he nice?”

“No, he’s a dick,” Nico said sarcastically.

Annabeth rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. “I don’t know why I even bother.”

“He’s blonde,” Nico offered.

“Oooh,” Annabeth drawled.

He rolled his eyes and she burst out laughing, her voice echoing off the stone walls of the parking garage.

“Is he gay?” Annabeth asked.

Nico nearly flinched and passed it off with another eye roll, “I don’t know, Annie, that’s not something that’s come up in casual conversation.”

She glared at him and Nico, being the mature adult he is, stuck his tongue out at her. She did it back then shook her head. “Too much time with Percy,” She muttered and Nico snorted. She grinned at him.

“So he’s okay?”

That sobered her immediately. “Yeah. Well, as okay as he can be. I’m only here for like two weeks because he insisted I come back, but I’m leaving as soon as possible,” She glanced sideways at him, “Not to leave you alone again, though.”

He shrugged off the flash of selfish hurt he’d felt, “I’m good, Beth.” But he wasn’t good. He’d just told her about Will, and not even the start of the way his stomach would twist when he saw a new text from the hockey player and not the same twist when he panicked. And that also meant his chances of performing solo again were climbing. He didn’t know how to feel about that part.

“Stop that!” She exclaimed, halting once they’d reached her car.

“Get some sleep, Annabeth,” He said genuinely then smirked a little, “It looks like you need it.”

She threw a balled-up receipt she’d found in her bag at him, “Dick!”

~~~~

“Hey, Nico.”

Nico nearly leaped out of his skin, spinning to see Persephone in the living room.

She snorted, “Didn’t mean to scare you, sorry. Did practice go well?”

His phone buzzed in his pocket, “Yeah. Annabeth’s back.”

Persephone hummed, reaching up to untwist her hair, sending it cascading down her shoulders, “That’s good. I know you’ve missed her,” She said with a knowing look in her eyes that made him shift uncomfortably.

“Yeah, definitely, um, I’m tired we learned some new moves for Regionals today, so,”

“Yeah of course.” She was still smiling.

“‘Night Persephone,”

~~~

Nico flopped face-down onto his bed with a groan. He knew Persephone though he had a crush on Annabeth; he didn’t blame her, he’d never really made it a point that he didn’t. He wished he could come out to her and his dad, he didn’t really have a reason why he hadn’t besides the weight of anxiety on his lungs.

His phone buzzed again, and he wriggled upright to yank it out of his pocket.

Will: Distract me

Will: My mom is driving me insane

Nico grinned to himself, both of them were dealing with mommy issues at the moment.

Nico: idk how you expect me to distract you

Will: Just tell me about snakes or smth

Nico: you think i just have fun facts about snakes on hand?

Will: Yeah?

Nico: good

Nico: cause i do

Will: :)

Nico: snakes can slither 12.5 mph

Will: Good lord

Nico: snakes have internal ears but not external ones

Will: ??

Nico: they can’t create their own body heat which is why theyre in the sun all the time

Will: Hmmmm

Nico: they smell w/their tongues

Will: I thought they had nostrils??

Nico: they do

Will: what

Nico: it’s their Jacobson’s organ my dude it works in mysterious ways

Nico: not really but yk

Nico: sCieNcE

Will: ok….

Nico: if you get bored of snakes i’ve also got a bunch of random cheetah facts

Nico: i love cheetahs

Nico: very cool

Nico: fast cats

Will: Lmao go ahead

Nico: but first

Nico: why’s your mom driving you insane

Nico: if you want to tell me ofc

Nico: not trying to be weird

Will: Nah you’re fine

Will: She wants me to focus entirely on med school and not hockey

Will: She’s trying to get me out of it, actually

Will: Do something ‘respectable’

Will: Not turn out like my dad

Will: Even though dad has literally NOTHING to do with hockey

Will: And in my opinion he’s not bad. Not great. Not awful yk

Will: But hockey’s what’s putting me through med school so

Will: Gods, I really just burdened you with that I’m so sorry

Nico: med school huh

Nico: now i can say i know a doctor

Will: In training

Nico: close enough

Nico: you’re a great hockey player and you're going to be a great doctor

Nico: and you can always talk to me, will

Nico: you’re not burdening me with shit

Will: thanks <3

Nico didn’t understand why he blushed. It was a goddamn emoji. Calm down, Di Angelo.

Will: So we’ve been talking for a few weeks now. Can I call you my friend yet?

Nico snorted, feeling like he was fifteen again, sprawled on his bed, in the dark (because for some reason he didn’t turn his lights on) late at night, texting his- well, anyway.

Nico: yea dumbass

Nico: we’re friends

Will: Nice

Will: Now give me cheetah facts you adorable nerd

~~~

WILL

“Will? You good?”

Will blinked, Jason coming in to focus in front of him. “Uh, yeah.”

“That was believable,” Clarisse said sarcastically from behind Jason.

Will attempted to shake the fog from his head, “Yes,” He repeated.

Jason just blinked at him and Will was formulating an excuse for why he was so tired besides the fact that he’d spent all night talking to a cute figure skater with a ridiculous amount of animal facts stored in his small body when Coach Hedge’s voice boomed from his seat on the bleachers, “Solace! You alive?”

“Yes, coach!” Will shot back.

“Then why are you just standing there? Get back to the game! You too, La Rue and Grace!”

“Yes, sir!” They all barked back.

Clarisse gave him a once over before skating back to her goal and Jason went over to Will’s spot with him, “You sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, just tired.”

Jason opened his mouth, probably to question why the mom friend of their group was tired enough he nearly tripped over his stick but Will just said, “It’s fine, Jase. It’s not a big deal.”

“Grace!” Coach Hedge screeched.

Jason gave up on trying to interrogate Will and skated back over to his spot.

~~~~

“Mama, please,” Will tried, but his mother cut him off.

“Willaim. Hush. How’s that girl you said you were dating?”

What?

He was silent for a beat too long.

“Oh, baby,” His mother’s thick southern accent drenched her words. “You broke up? I’m so sorry.”

Oh gods, Lou Ellen Blackstone.

Will and Lou Ellen had dated for two months a long time ago, and when they were still dating he’d told his mother about her to get her to back off of his personal life a little. Their break up hadn’t had a huge fallout, Lou Ellen had told him through tears in his living room that she was aromantic. They were still friends, had been even before they dated, actually, and talked to each other pretty regularly.

But the problem was, that had been three months ago, and he hadn’t told his mother about their breakup. He knew she’d ask why, and he didn’t want to out Lou Ellen or make her a devil in his mother’s eyes. So he’d procrastinated coming up with a reason until he’d forgotten about it entirely.

And now it had come back to bite him in the ass.

“Yeah we broke up a little while ago,” He forced himself to sound choked up, which wasn’t hard, giving the way his panicked brain was now sprinting in circles on his lungs. “I just didn’t disappoint you.” Probably the most honest thing he’d said in weeks, but that’ll be unpacked later.

“Honey,” She sighed sadly and Will didn’t know whether or not that was on his behalf or hers.

“Well, it’s okay, because I’m dating someone new.”

“Oh?” He could hear her spine straighten. “Is it someone I know?”

No, mom, it’s not one of the country girls I grew up with.

“No,” He winced at how southern he sounded. He’d been talking to his mother for five minutes. “You don’t know him.”

HIM. Good Gods, Will. Yeah, you came out as bi to your mom, but still, you haven’t actually mentioned a guy to her yet.

She was silent for so long his heart joined his brain in the track meet happening on top of his lungs. “What’s his name?”

He was so she’d spoken that he blurted, “Nico.”

What. The. Fuck. Willaim.

Apparently, his heart had won that damn track race.

“Well, what I was leading up to before you told me about what happened,”

Will hummed non-committally, trying not to sound like he was taking relieved breaths as she spoke.

“The family’s come for a reunion and you should bring that boy!” Will choked on his spit.

“Mom, I don’t know about-”

“No, William. There isn’t a set date yet so we can work around your schedule,” Fuck. “I insist, Will. I need to meet this boy you clearly like very much, even though all you’ve said is his name, a mother knows.”

Umm, what.

“Sure,” Will said, sounding a little strangled. “But we have a game this weekend.”

“Alright, William.” She sounded the way she always did when he brought up hockey. “But as I said, we can work around your schedule and his. Talk to him about it, and let me know.”

“Yeah. Yeah,” Will repeated. “I’ll do that.”

She hung up and he was left staring at the wilting daisies at his kitchen table.

What had he just done?

#skate into my heart au #solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #nico x will #jason grace #annabeth chase #percy jackson #pjo fic #hoo fic #au #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #solangelo fic #will and nico

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wickedweasly · 3 years

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✨ Thalia & Zeus Parent/Kid Headcanons | Collab Series with @sassy-thalia-grace 😊

• Thalia loves to remind him that she’s immortal, too, so he better be nice to her because she has all of eternity to get him back.

• Hera made both of them go out together on Father’s Day and at first they both didn’t like the idea but as the day progressed they ended up having a lot of fun together and Thalia was actually able to open up the Zeus (Shocking I know) and Zeus didn’t want to admit it but he was glad he got to know his daughter.

• They don’t understand each other, but there’s this weird mutual respect. He hasn’t had a daughter in a long time and he just doesn’t know how to deal with a sassy immortal teenage girl. Percy thinks it’s hilarious that King Zeus himself is wary of his own daughter.

• Zeus randomly texts Thalia weather memes. She secretly really loves getting them and enjoys sending sassy GIFS back.

• Like Zeus, Thalia is very stubborn and she doesn’t want to admit it but she enjoys every second she spends with her father and it makes her feel extremely happy.

• Thalia loves to bring Greek Mythology textbooks to Olympus when she visits so she can mock him.

• The guard at the Empire State building lobby knows Thalia personally because of the amount of times she’s in and out of Olympus.

• Like how Percy and Poseidon go fishing together, Thalia and Zeus go sky diving together and it’s honestly the most insane and chaotic thing ever.

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teacup-crow · 4 years

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Next Friday

*this is a repost because Tumblr broke on me earlier! I was ill for two days and could only really lie in bed and wrote this. Set after S5M15, based more around M17, warnings for requisite Season 5 sadness, effects of hunger and Australian levels of swearing.

Summary: Nadia, Owen and Veronica plan next week’s movie night.

Owen is an idiot, Veronica has always thought. But lately, he’s their idiot. Popping up in the lab asking her opinions on irrigation techniques - not her area, of course, but the science behind some of it is fascinating. Appearing during Friday movie nights with Nadia, which had always been their thing, but still respecting that. Appreciating whatever they chose. Never pushing things too far. He’s really good at cooking, too, eking out the most flavour possible from their smaller and smaller ration packs - and always making sure they eat before he does. Maybe there isn’t too much going on upstairs, but he’s nice. He doesn’t judge her, or set her off, or sit too close, or try and make eye contact like Ian does.

“Only liars don’t look people in the eye, Veronica,” Ian had hissed earlier that afternoon. He’d asked some inane question about Sigrid’s taste in wine, and she’d tried to brush him off but he was having none of it. “I know you’re the Minister’s precious little poppet, but I don’t trust you. Nobody likes creepy children who hover around where they’re not wanted. You and your nasty, sneaky girl guide friends… although they don’t really like you either, do they? Not really one for friends your own age, are you?”

She’d stared right ahead, still avoiding his face. “I need to get on with my work, Ian. Haven’t you got things to be doing for Sigrid too?”

He got a tad frostier. “Watch your tone. It’s the Minister to you. And she isn’t here right now, sweetheart, is she?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Say one more thing to me in that tone of voice, Miss McShell, one more thing, and you won’t see your Nadia for a very, very long time.”

The beaker in Veronica’s hand cracked around the base as she squeezed it. What tone? She’d tried to be polite. She could feel his stinking breath on her neck, knew his flat grey eyes would be right there if she looked at them, full of blazing jealousy and spite. And he wouldn’t, couldn’t follow through on that threat, could he? She was here of her own volition.

“Hey, Ronnie! And - oh, hello, I- Commander. We were just going to lunch?” Owen hurried into the lab, his voice bright and giving nothing away, but Veronica noticed from years of analysing it that his posture was stiff for a trained Runner. Beaten, perhaps, or anxious? Ian sneered a little at the sight of him, but backed off, probably appeased by the honorific, and she let Runner Six take her by the hand and pull her away. He’d sat her between himself and Runner Thirteen, and tried to get them engaged in a silly story about the time a koala attempted to steal his mum’s van. She’d ended up explaining to them the high rates of chlamydia among koalas, getting a bit confused when Cameo and Owen found the facts so funny. And the day passed safely - at least until he made a run for it.

The sweat is pouring off Owen’s face now as she attempts to dig the bullet out of his leg, swearing profusely even for an Australian. “Jesus FUCK!”

“I’ve not done this before! I'm trying my best.”

“Fucking Ian, the mangy bastard cu-”

Nadia clamps her hands over Veronica’s ears as if she’s never heard the word before. “Please, just keep it down before someone tips him off!”

Ian hadn’t seen the need to let a ‘traitorous, stupid boy’ use ‘limited medical resources’. Owen is supposed to be back on punishment detail, 5am sharp, or face the consequences. The only thing keeping him from the box is the fact that Cameo is already occupying it. So here they are in the lab, after hours, with a sixteen year old girl trying to stop him bleeding out with very little time, experience or painkillers.

“Ya know, I’ve been through a fair amount of utter bollocking bollocks this apocalypse but really-“

“Runner Six, will you shut it!” And then, closer to his ear, out of Veronica’s earshot: “Did it work?”

He gives the slightest of nods. She smiles, broad and genuine, though her face is thin. They’re all getting a little more haggard, day by day. Veronica glances at the two of them, lovingly gazing at each other, and resolves that she’ll find some clever way to bring their lack of food up to the Minister. Sigrid is a smart woman; if she had any inkling that her top scientist keeps finding hair on her pillow each morning, that her fingernails are brittle, that three people collapsed in the fields last week, that for the first time since meeting Nadia she can count each and every rib, she’d surely do something to curb Ian’s ridiculous power trip.

She yanks at the bullet. Owen screams blue murder. Nadia shoves a balled up tea towel into his mouth, and deadpans: “So much for movie night.”

“I wasn’t really looking forward to The Green Mile,” Veronica admits. “I don’t know what you have against Planet Earth.”

“The fact that I have seen the same episode of the same documentary a thousand times in the last three years may play a part, Ronnie.”

“...only thirty-three.”

“What?”

“I pick the movie every other week. Because of many changes in circumstance, we’ve only had a hundred and nine movie nights. I pick Planet Earth approximately sixty percent of the time. We’ve seen it thirty-three times in the last two and a half years.”

Nadia sighs, and removes the cloth from Owen’s mouth. “You holding up?”

“I’m sorry for ruining your plans, ladies. Next time I try to escape from budget bloody Percy Wetmore, I promise not to do it on a Friday,” Owen pants, but the pain seems to be receding. “Ya know, if I had a nickel for every time I got shot in this calf, I’d have two nickels.”

“Which isn’t a lot, but insane that it happened twice, right?” Nadia responds with a short laugh.

“Did you both spend all your time watching children’s shows pre-apocalypse?”

“Hey, I was a kid pre-apocalypse! She has no excuse.”

“Um, ATC work was stressful and I make no excuses for how I enjoyed my free time.”

“But if you’re twenty-four now, you were eighteen on Z-day, Owen,” Veronica points out.

“Eighteen year olds are still kids, Ronnie.” His voice is suddenly quite tired. He squeezes Nadia’s hand as Veronica pulls the first stitch, hissing between his teeth a little.

She juts out her chin. “I’m younger than that and I’m not a child.”

Neither of them dispute that, though she still cuts a tiny figure in a too-large lab coat, sleeves rolled up three times to make it fit.

“How do you know it’s from a children’s show, anyway, Miss-never-watched-Disney-Channel?”

“...I don’t have to answer that if I’m not comfortable.”

Nadia shoots her an expressing your boundaries thumbs-up. She feels the worry in her chest loosen a little. Everything will be fine. She’ll get Owen’s leg stitched, and today’s drama will force Sigrid’s hand. The Minister will come to Abel and fix things, and she can get back to working on the cure, and Owen and Nadia will be safe and look after each other.

“I’m going to head back to my bunk, I think,” Nadia says, a tinge of fear in her voice as she glances through the darkening window. “Better not to be missed too long, and I should check on Cameo. She… she distracted Ian from you for a bit. It didn’t look pretty.”

“We’ll be all right, Naddi, you go on,” Owen squeezes her hand one last time, and lies back on the lab table. Veronica nods, absorbed in her task. They hear her wheels clatter down the ramp and fade across the square, quiet as footsteps.

“So, you like Planet Earth a lot?”

“I used to watch it with Dad.”

“Oh. Makes sense. My mum’s a big Tom Hanks fan. I’ve probably seen every movie he’s been in… well, about thirty-three times as well.”

“You know there’s a video of Castaway in the rec room, right?”

“I brought it back, actually. Years ago, now. But I don’t know if I can watch it, yeah? I’m scared it might make me think about her too much.”

“Owen,” Veronica finishes the stitches, and starts to clean up some of the blood. She’s watched Kefilwe do this dozens of times. Antiseptic. Dabbing rather than smearing. Keep the patient’s mind off the sting. “Do you remember what your mum looks like?”

The silence that follows makes her wonder if this is a faux pas. He eventually responds: “No, not quite.”

“No, me neither. I have a photo, but I can’t picture them as actual living people. Memories are really interesting that way, actually. We’re not as visual as-“

“Ronnie. Can we talk about something else?”

“Okay.” She racks her brains for small talk. “Do you… like it here at Abel?”

“What, now?” He snorts. “With that pinstripe suit cu-”

Veronica clamps her hands over her own ears, knowing Nadia wouldn’t want her to hear it. He smiles, and raises his hands in apology.

“No, not now. Before.”

“It was all right. Home. Safe. You knew Janine was looking out for ya. There was always enough food to go round.”

“But did you feel like you fit in?” she presses.

“...can’t say I did.”

“Me neither,” she says, a little relieved.

“Runners are quite a superstitious bunch. And I’m unlucky.”

Her brow scrunches in confusion. “Bad luck isn’t a very scientific reason to dislike someone.”

“Can you tell that to getting tied to train tracks, set on fire and repeatedly shot at?”

“Actually, Dad was working on a statistical model of danger to Runners in his spare time. I found it a while ago, me and Nadia were repurposing it to make missions safer. When I include Five in the sample, you actually fall under the average for number of dangerous situations encountered.”

“Uh, I think Five is an outlier.”

“You’re probably right.” She wraps the wound in bandages, and tucks them in. “Done!”

“I owe you one, Ronnie.”

“Just… stay safe. Both of you. I haven’t got time to worry about you two as well as curing the zombie plague.”

“You’re only a… you shouldn’t be worried about us at all, squirt.”

She shrugs. “It’s not my fault you do worrying things. If he puts you in a cell and you can’t change the dressings frequently just do your best to keep it clean.”

“Will do!” He swings off the table, avoiding putting weight on his leg as much as possible. “Whatever he does, I’ll try to make next Friday, all right?”

She nods. Next Friday, she’ll pick out Castaway, and they’ll watch it together, and maybe movie night can be Owen’s thing too.

#zrs5 spoilers #zombies run #zr #owen landis #veronica mcshell #nadia al hanaki #please work this time!

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Victoria Byng Character Bio (We Happy Few)

Age: Late 30′s to early 40′s

Family: Sir Robert Byng (father), Maharajkumari Indira Devi (mother), King of India (grandfather; possibly deceased)

Occupation: Director of the Department of Archives, Printing, & Recycling and Executive Counsel to the Executive Committee of Wellington Wells

Likes: Tea, her sense of duty, directing the citizens, Joy (formerly), keeping the public from the truth (formerly), Prudence Holmes.

Dislikes: Coffee yogurt, being off her Joy (formerly), the reality of the situation (formerly), chaos, abandoning her duty, her employees complaining, the citizens starving to death.

Voice Actor: Katherine Kingsley

Description

Victoria Byng was a minor character and antagonist in the game, We Happy Few, and the protagonist of the DLC: We All Fall Down. Victoria is an important figure in Wellington Wells, as she is the one who makes most of the decisions, and is one of the few people who can speak to the Executive Committee. But during her DLC, Victoria risks her job to get the townspeople off of the drug, Joy, in order to save them from starving to death.

Personality

Victoria Byng is an ambitious, career-driven woman who puts her sense of duty above all else. During the German Occupation, Victoria helped her father, Sir Robert Byng, to keep the people of Wellington Wells from fighting back against the Nazi Germans by creating fake tanks. Victoria was willing to go very far to keep the citizens safe...but a lot of her actions ended up having consequences.

Victoria’s sense of duty often made her seem cruel and arrogant, as she did not tolerate Downers and would go to great lengths to keep the people on Joy. Victoria was all for the creation of Joy, as it would keep the people from remembering the children being sent away to Germany and never returning. She even came up with an idea to put Joy in the town’s drinking water, and even had the ‘happy masks’ created to keep the people smiling and feeling happy all the time. Victoria believed that if the people stopped taking Joy, and remembered the past, they would riot and kill each other.

Despite her sense of duty, Victoria is actually a sensitive and caring person. Victoria had been traumatized by her role involving the children’s departure. She would sing them songs and play games with them to prepare them for the trip to Germany. But when they had to get on the train...there cries and screams would haunt Victoria for years, until the creation of Joy. Because of her traumas, Victoria became addicted to Joy and would become hysterical from withdrawal. Victoria also had romantic feelings for a female co-worker named Prudence Holmes, but her sense of duty made things difficult for them to maintain a romantic relationship...especially since Prudence was off her Joy and was planning to escape Wellington Wells. After seeing that the town was in disarray and the people were starving to death, Victoria realized that they needed to come off Joy and began to cut off the town’s supply of the drug. Victoria was unwilling to abandon the citizens, even if her life was put in danger.

Victoria has unresolved feelings involving her mother, who was a spy for the Indian government when the British were occupying India. But throughout the DLC, Victoria’s hallucination of her mother helps her find her way and realize the truth about her father’s true nature.

After destroying all of the Joy, Victoria’s fear of the Joyless people rioting and killing each other came true...but she remembered that they would have starved to death anyway, meaning that Wellington Wells would have destroyed itself anyway. But, strangely, she found peace within herself and decided to leave what was left of Wellington Wells...possibly traveling to India to see if her mother was still alive.

Relationships

Robert Byng: Robert Byng is Victoria’s father. Robert was a general who served in India, where he met his wife: Princess Maharajkumari Indira Devi. The two of them had Victoria, whom they feared would suffer hardships due to her being mixed race. After arresting his wife for treason, Robert took Victoria with him to England, where they eventually ended up living in Wellington Wells. Robert maintained a strict sense of duty within Victoria, and she looked up to him for many years. The two of them had a lot of control within the city, and had the citizens go on Joy so that they could forget what had happened to the children. Unlike Victoria, however, Robert did not appear to be very traumatized by what had happened, and was more concerned with maintaining power and order within the city. Victoria was, at first, unaware that her father knew that there was no food in the city, and that the town was literally falling apart. But she was a bit shocked when she realized that he did know but was doing nothing about it. Robert wanted to keep the people distracted with childish games and keep them on Joy, but did not seem focused on finding an actual solution to the problem. Later on, Victoria realized that her father was a coward who was willing to abandon the citizens to save himself, which made her angry and lose all respect that she had for him. It is unknown what happened to Robert Byng afterwards, but it is likely that he went into hiding or was killed by the mob of people.

Maharajkumari Indira Devi: Maharajkumari was the Princess of India and the mother of Victoria. When Victoria was a child, Maharajkumari acted as a spy for her people to get the British to leave India. Her husband, Robert, found out and had her imprisoned for her crimes. After Victoria found out, she was angry at her mother and felt as though she had abandoned her by committing such treason against her father. Before...Maharajkumari and Victoria had loved each other very much, but their relationship became strained due to Maharajkumari‘s betrayal. Maharajkumari was afraid that Victoria would be bullied for being mixed-race, and wanted her to be raised by her father, the king. But Victoria was taken to England by her father and never heard from her mother ever again. During the DLC, Maharajkumari appears to Victoria as an hallucination after she goes through Joy withdrawal, and acts as a sort of guide for her daughter. While Victoria still shows some anger towards her mother, she realizes that her mother loved her enough to make her hate her, so she wouldn’t hate her father. In the end, Victoria’s hallucination of her mother tells her that the people may never forgive her for saving them. She also tells Victoria to return to India, and implies that she may still be alive. Victoria is able to make peace with her mother’s memory, and hoped that her mother would be proud of her. It is unknown if Maharajkumari was released from prison, or if she is still alive. Since she was the princess, she may have been released by her father and is probably still living in India. It is implied that Victoria will return to India to see if she is still alive.

Ollie Starkey: Ollie was Robert Byng’s secretary and Victoria’s friend. When Ollie’s neighbor, Margaret Worthing, was killed by German Soldiers, Victoria comforted him and tried to help him deal with his grief. After Ollie lost his memories, the two of them did not see each other for many years...until Ollie confronted her about the tanks being fake and the children not needing to go on the train. Ollie tied up Victoria and took away her Joy, causing her to go through withdrawal and become hysterical. Victoria began to curse Ollie and threatened to kill him for taking away her Joy...but Ollie did not give in and tried to help her realize that she did not need it, and that it was causing more harm than good. After Victoria was able to escape from Ollie, she went to a mood booth to find more Joy...but decided not to take any when she realized that Ollie was right and that the people needed to stop taking Joy, or they would all starve to death. She was aware that Margaret was not his daughter, but did not correct him due to his insanity.

Arthur Hastings: Arthur was one of Victoria’s employees at the Department of Archives, Printing, & Recycling in the Parade District. Victoria believed that Arthur had a bright future due to him being a model employee, and Arthur had a great amount of respect for her. But after Arthur went off his Joy and became a Downer, Victoria became horrified and had Bobbies chase after him. It is implied that they went to school together, and she considered Arthur’s brother, Percy, to be ‘dim’. It is unknown if she is aware that Arthur managed to escape Wellington Wells.

Sally Boyle: Sally is a chemist who had helped create Joy at Verloc Labs, but left and started making her own Joy: Blackberry. Victoria knew this and allowed Sally to make Blackberry, as it kept people happy but also have a clear mind. Blackberry was given to mainly Bobbies and other people with important jobs...though the withdrawal symptoms were much more severe. Victoria did not seem to take it herself and only took Vanilla, Strawberry, and Chocolate Joy. Sally was in a sexual relationship with Victoria’s father, General Byng, but it is unaware if Victoria was aware of this. Though Victoria is never actually seen talking to Sally, she seems to have a great amount of respect and trust for her, due to her creation of Blackberry Joy. She even had an idea for the people to take Blackberry so they could grow crops with clear heads...but her father informed her that Sally did not have enough ingredients for more Blackberry (which was true, as seen in Sally’s route of We Happy Few). Sally has a daughter named Gwen and escaped Wellington Wells with her.

Prudence Holmes: Prudence was one of the employees at the Department of Archives, Printing, & Recycling. Prudence and Victoria were quite close, as it is heavily implied that they both had romantic feelings for each other. Prudence knew that Victoria was mixed-race, while it is implied that Victoria suspected that Prudence was a Downer. Though they loved each other, Victoria’s sense of duty and Prudence being a Downer kept them from maintaining a relationship. Prudence left Victoria a letter, telling her her feelings and her plan to escape Wellington Wells. Near the end of Arthur’s Story, it is revealed that Prudence was killed by a cave-in in the moteline tunnels, showing that she was very close to escaping. Victoria is unaware of Prudence’s fate.

Anton Verloc: Anton Verloc was the head of Haworth Labs, where the drug, Joy, was made and manufactured. Anton took over Haworth Labs after getting rid of his superior, Harry Haworth, and took credit for the new flavors of Joy that were created by Sally Boyle. Victoria had a great deal of faith in Anton due to him being in charge of the creation and production of Joy, which the town heavily relied on. But the new batches of the drug appeared to be unsuccessful, including the new flavor: Coconut. At first, Victoria was unaware that Anton’s actions caused a plague to form in the Garden District, or that he was coming up with a new “permanent solution” to make the citizens “happy” all the time. Victoria confronted him about the riots that were happening within the labs, but Anton has her locked up after he realizes that she is off her Joy. After escaping the prison, Victoria began to set up bombs around Haworth Labs in order to blow it up and destroy the production of Joy completely. Anton attempted to stop her...but his attempts were unsuccessful and Victoria succeeded in destroying Haworth Labs, much to Anton’s dismay. It is unknown what happened to Anton afterwards...but it is very likely that he died in the explosion, along with his years of research.

The Executive Committee: The Executive Committee was the main government in Wellington Wells. The Committee was in charge of maintaining food production and trade with other countries, and were also responsible for all of the town’s affairs. Victoria was in direct contact with them, and was one of the few people who could actually see and talk to them. However...when trade and food production began to cease, the members of the Committee found it all too depressing and decided to take more Joy instead of actually trying to fix the problem. Victoria may have been aware that the Committee members found everything too depressing and were just taking Joy...though she may have believed that they were at least trying to do their jobs, as she was surprised to see the state of the districts.

The Citizens of Wellington Wells: The Citizens of Wellington Wells had a great deal of love and respect for Victoria, as they would come to her for guidance. Victoria would answer their letters, tell them how to handle a situation, and would make sure that they stayed on Joy. Due to being on Joy, Victoria was unaware that the people were starving to death. She was also unaware of the many, many problems that the town was facing: Bad maintenance, lack of food, people eating whatever seemed edible, plagues caused by pollution, bad batches of Joy, the growing number of Downers, violent attacks towards Downers, and the suspension of all trade with the Mainland. After coming off her Joy and seeing the state the citizens were in, Victoria realized that ignoring their problems and taking Joy was causing a great deal of harm, and so she began to destroy the towns’ supply of Joy. After destroying all production of Joy, the citizens went crazy and began to cause much violence and destruction. Victoria looked on in horror as the people were killing each other, committing suicide, and setting the town on fire. Victoria met up with the remaining survivors, who were angry with Victoria for telling them to pretend that everything was alright, and for destroying all the Joy. Victoria could not understand why they were not grateful for her efforts to save them from starving to death, but realized it was time for her to go her own way like everyone else. It is unknown what became of the surviving citizens, but it is likely that they all found a way to leave Wellington Wells for the Mainland.

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#we happy few #we all fall down #victoria byng #dlc #video games #main character #character description

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yourfaveisamunkid · 4 years

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Percabeth are MUN kids

P e r s e U s

- He’s got the charisma and quick wit to be a worthy delegate at any conferences.

- His dad’s Poseidon, so he LOVES doing GAs about marine life.

- Every power del (Except Annabeth) hates him because he slacks off all the time yet always ends up with a gavel.

- His STREET SMARTS make him very helpful in committees.

- He talks to horses, who help him gather information.

- He’s definitely fallen asleep in campaign before.

- But when he gets scary... he. Is. Terrifying.

- His eyes get all stormy and he actually develops a good posture.

- “With all due respect, that’s incorrect.”

- “Hey, wise girl, are you hearing this?”

- A Hawaiian shirt is essential with every suit he wears.

- Definitely says present and voting to make fun of Annabeth because she always says present and voting.

- “According to Frederick II, the working class in Ukraine in 1965 was HORRIBLY oppressed.” “Uhh... who was Frederick-” “-An appaloosa I interviewed. That’s a primary source. I will be taking no more questions.”

- “What do you mean a dolphin doesn’t count as a primary source? HE WAS THE ONE CHOKING ON PLASTIC.”

“Present.... and voting.”

- “Hey, I brought Jolly Ranchers! Anyone want one? What color do you want? Oh, well, I’ve only got blue, so...”

A N N Abeth

- I shouldn’t even have to say this, but power del.

- She polishes all her gavels and lines the Athena cabin with them.

- As a child of Athena, she loves to compete in order to show of her intelligence.

- She secretly loves to double del with Percy, though she’ll never admit it.

- Has an extensive amount of research in literally every topic.

- Remember that one time she identified a shotgun on SIGHT? Total MUN kid move.

- Her obsession with architecture makes her great when representing Classical figures from Greece and Rome

- She always, ALWAYS questions sources.

- She loves to say “Present and Voting” because she knows it aggravates the mortals.

- Athena loves watching her and Percy compete with Poseidon.

- In a crisis, she’s always got the most dramatic arcs.

- She doesn’t play by the rules. She WILL attempt to assassinate Stalin 3 times after selling U.S. secrets to the Russians.

- In GAs, she gives the best speeches.

- All her outfits are color coordinated.

- She uses her Yankees cap to snoop on the other delegate’s papers.

- She will hurt you if you make her a signatory.

- She’s the excec board leader at Camp Half-Blood.

- “Me? A signatory? [Laughs].

- “My source? COMMON SENSE.”

- “For a Renaissance philosopher, you sure are stupid.”

- “Brothers and sisters, the time for a rebellion is nigh.”

- [Passes a gossipy note to Percy.]

- “I can’t start a cult? We’re in CRISIS.”

- “I know a bit of French, so allow me to read a letter from a humble French Shepard who wrote during the Revolution.”

- “Present and VOTING.”

- “Alright, let’s skip the small talk- what’re your thoughts on Socialism?”

- “Seaweed brain, wanna team up and impeach the chair?”

- “Man, Dionysus should just hurry up and claim literally EVERY CSMUN delegate.”

- “Point of order?”

- “Yes, are you aware of the effects that this could have on the children who rely on the bread that comes from the wheat from the very fields you’re planning to nuke?”

- “SKIP THE PREAMBS. We’re not in DISEC, for gods’ sake.”

P e r c a b e t h ????????

- Separately, both are good.

- Like Solangelo, however, when together... they are unstoppable

- Since Annabeth and Percy are both charmers, they take turns giving speeches and pass notes.

- They both love double delling

- When they’re together they are the most chaotic

- They’ve definitely started a cult during Salem witch trials

- They assassinate the same kid every Crisis because he talked down to Annabeth one time

- Both are very passionate, very scary, and very angry

- Percy loves coming up with acronyms for papers

- In a Crisis, they always try to outdo themselves

- They come up with the most hard-hitting, thought provoking questions during Q&As.

- “I’m sorry, WHAT did you say to my partner?”

- “Good evening, dishonorable delegates.”

- “Okay, only you five are allowed in our bloc.”

- “A signatory? Me? Why not just ask us to GIVE you the gavel?”

- “You can make me a signatory, but I’m taking all our clauses. Oh, don’t worry- I have a printed copy of them all.”

- “I may have gotten all the ladies accused of witchcraft to join me and overthrow the judicial system.” “I love you.”

- “ThERe’s A GREEK MYTHOLOGY COMITTEE???”

- “Off policy? At least we DID something, unlike the whole Eastern European bloc over there.”

- “Fellow comrades, I think we can all agree that this was NOT the play.”

- “See? The Jackson-Chase Insanity Postulate never fails. Do the craziest thing possible, win the gavel.”

- “Okay, I’ll take the gavel on Monday through Thursday, you can get it on the weekends.”

- “So, even if I punched a political enemy of ours, that would still be illegal, right?”

- “Hey, best dressed! Sweet!”

- “Dating? I think you mean one, united, powerful country.”

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo #percabeth #model un

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zeusborn · 7 years

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HOMERIC EPITHET ! / swift-footed.

you are swift-footed, thalia. this is the same epithet homer used to describe achilles roughly eight thousand times over the course of the iliad and even a few times in the odyssey. ( you’ll remember “ swift-footed ” achilles as that guy who took an arrow to the ankle during the trojan war and died. good luck with that. )

FATAL FLAW ! / your uncompromising sense of justice.

when it comes to right and wrong, there’s no gray area. not for you. you’re like a cop who says stuff like, " listen, buddy, i don't make the rules - but i will enforce them. " look, you’ve got principles, and i get that. i can respect that. but you’re going to wind up dead in a river ( javert ) if you don’t ease up a little on the rule book and reconcile these two opposing viewpoints before a convict saves your life and shatters everything you thought you knew.

GREEK MYTHOLOGY DEATH ! / murdered by accident, in achilles’ armor.

one day, during the trojan war, achilles decides to just up and quit. he’s the greatest warrior apparently ever, so this is something of an issue. you can’t bear to watch men die in battle for achilles’ pride, so you don his armor yourself and lead his men into battle. everyone thinks you are achilles, and morale is high. you die, however, because somewhere in there you remember that you’re actually terrible at fighting. silver lining: achilles avenges your death something fierce. so that’s something.

LITERARY SETTING ! / on the road.

you got “ on the road! ” like so many literary characters ( huck finn, odysseus, gulliver, etc. ) , you’re an adventurer and explorer at heart, and the literary setting that most closely matches your personality is, quite frankly…all the settings! you’re not meant to settle down in one spot - you’re the kind of person who hits up multiple parties in one night, and your insta is probably filled with pics of all the cool places you’ve travelled to. so embrace it! take to the open road with your friends, run through a field of wildflowers in the middle of nowhere, and please get a pic next to the world’s largest ketchup bottle.

Tagged by: @coccinellc ( thank u !! )

Tagging: anyone who hasn’t bc it’s fun af and i’m about to go on a rant about these

swift-footed. u know i’m going to get on a rant here about how this literally fucking happened. thalia’s a tiny kid but she can run like the wind, and even after surviving so much, she sacrifices herself in two very large situations. 1 ) the obvious, when she actually, literally died. she let the monsters have her so her friends could get to camp safely. let me just stress the seriousness of that - this girl, who was a born fighter, a better swordsman than the supposed best, luke, she had to let the monsters kill her. she knew she could kill as many as she could, but it would never be enough and she knew eventually she was going to die. 2 ) in tlo, thalia pushes annabeth, percy and grover out of the way of a falling statue. this kid just won’t quit - it’s bad enough she’s died once, but she actively goes about almost letting it happen again if it means she’ll save her friends. kudos to thalia’s awesomeness.

fatal flaw. at first, i thought this was way out for thalia, but writing up the last point made me realise thalia, despite believing that jason’s the one who’s the justice kid, has a bigger sense of justice than i thought. yes, she believes the gods aren’t doing right by their kids and she wants to punish them for it, but she also believes that you cannot just go around punishing whoever you want in the name of your own, personal justice. she believes there’s got to be a majority ruling, a compromise, to sort out who exactly is at fault and if their reasons for it are just. luke, by racing into a war by recruiting people however he could, went against thalia’s beliefs. if she had seen that it was the majority of demigods who believed the gods had done wrong, she would have almost certainly joined him. but it wasn’t like that at all - he had more monsters on his side, the same kind of creatures who had tried to kill them over and over again, and that was unforgivable.

murdered by accident. aha here’s a thing. thalia actually really respects silena, who died this way in tlo, and if she herself went out this way, she’d be insanely proud. there’s a high amount of risk involved in this - knowing you’re not able to fight, knowing there’s a lot of pressure to go as far as you can, knowing people are relying on you, knowing you’re probably going to die. yeah, what does that sound like? her first death. it’s not likely she’ll die finally in this way, but you’d be surprised about the similarities.

on the road. big thing here. i’ve always said thalia doesn’t feel like she belongs anywhere. her childhood home isn’t a home at all, it’s a den of painful memories and negative associations, i.e. beryl. her next home was camp half-blood, but she even says she doesn’t feel at peace there. and the hunters? she didn’t exactly go very well with those girls, as much as she believed it was the right thing to do and as much as they became her family. she just didn’t belong. the only time she’s ever been close to happy was when she was on the run with luke and annabeth. their little family became her home and that’s why she can’t settle down anywhere. she needs to be moving, she needs to have a tight bond with those travelling. the worst part about all this? she’ll never be able to go travelling. she’ll never be able to run around the way she used to because she’s older now, she’s got even more responsibilities, and she’s got the scent of big three kids on her that is a lot stronger than when she was originally a runaway.

#{sdfgh i know i wasn't supposed to mini-meta this shit but}#{i got really interested}#☆○o。: lιgнтnιng ιn yoυr вlood ( headcanons. )

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250 Headcanons (Part 3)

Headcanons #101-150. These cover from the events of Battle of the Labyrinth through the entirety of the Heroes of Olympus series, into the beginnings of the Trials of Apollo and the Magnus Chase series, and even a little beyond.

101. The night before Percy and Annabeth’s not-date (which was a date in her mind, let’s be real) she felt ridiculous, asking Silena for advice. After all, they were just going to go see the Avengers and then goof off afterwards. Yet, the older Aphrodite camper spent at least two hours restyling Annabeth’s hair in a way that she claimed looked the most flattering. She even gave the younger Athena camper make up tips and little ways to flirt. Which, Annabeth found completely ridiculous and not totally believable because it took Silena way too long to start officially dating Beckendorf. So really, how good were these tips? Silena had insisted that Annabeth find her the next day for help getting ready, but she felt too ridiculous. So, she ended up convincing Peleus to give her a leg up into Thalia’s tree and hanging out there until Argus took her into the city.

102. Speaking of the Avengers, Annabeth’s absolute favorite superhero in the world is Captain America. Some people think he’s lame because he doesn’t have “real” powers or anything, but that’s part of the reason Annabeth loves him. She grew up in a camp where she was surrounded by people with crazy abilities, and it was something she never had. There were definitely times when she was jealous about the whole getting jipped on powers thing, but if Steve Rogers could become Captain America, then Annabeth could be a super awesome demigod. Her dad also has a crazy insane Captain America comic book collection with several collector’s items that he swears is because of the “historical value” of the comics. But Annabeth knows that her dad definitely loves the stories as well. On the same note, she absolutely despises Spider-Man. Anyone who insists on dressing up like a spider and uses webs to entrap people is seriously disturbed in the head.

103. Annabeth’s dislike of Rachel stems from a deeper issue than the fact she believes Rachel likes Percy. Rachel is mortal. Even though she’s eccentric, she’s completely normal and not connected to their demigod world (at least, in BotL she’s not). By the time the fourth book rolls around, Percy is clearly 500% done with the gods and is starting to get tired of this whole prophecy thing. And Rachel provides him with a way to escape from the world of gods and monsters. The world that Annabeth has always belonged to. Because, honestly, even though she tries, Annabeth in the mortal world doesn’t really work. Sure, she’s gotten better at playing the part, but she’s still drawn back to the world of fighting and quests because that’s how she grew up. And she craves the adventure that comes with that world. She always will. With Rachel now in the picture, she gives Percy the opportunity to leave the world that’s constantly putting him in danger, and in the same length, to leave Annabeth. By this point, Annabeth has already been left by her family, Luke, Thalia (twice), various campers, Grover, and is not about to add Percy to that list. Which is why, during her quest and their time at camp, Annabeth pulled away from him. It was just easier for her to put up her walls again so that when he did leave (because people always leave) it wouldn’t hurt so much. Also, there’s the fact that both Percy and Annabeth are certain Percy’s not going to be alive come next year, and so it just gives her another reason to distance herself.

104. When Annabeth goes back to Hephaestus’s workshop, she’s all alone. When she starts looking for a way to get back to camp through the labyrinth, she constantly hits dead ends. In some sick way, she figured that the maze was playing with her. Her quest was a dead end, saving Luke was a dead end, and all her friends that came with her were dead. At one point, she ends up hitting the wall and breaks her hand from it. One ambrosia square and delta square later, she does manage to get out and make her way back to camp.

105. Somehow, it always seems to fall to Annabeth to break bad news to Sally. After Annabeth got back to camp, one of the first things Chiron had her do was to call the Jackson household and relate the tale of Percy’s explosion. He claimed that it was because Annabeth was the only one who would be able to answer all of Sally’s questions. She honestly believes it’s just because Chiron didn’t want to break any bad news to the actual angel that is Sally Jackson.

106. Growing up in the south, it’s a common practice for people to be “Mr.” and “Ms.” all the time. It took Annabeth three months when she first came to camp to stop calling Chiron “Mr. Chiron.” And, although Sally’s told her dozens of times to refer to her by her first name, Annabeth can’t break the habit of “Ms. Jackson.” It’s a respect thing and the amount of respect Annabeth has for that woman literally cannot be measured.

107. Annabeth’s pretty sure the smartest thing she’s ever seen Percy do was pull a finger gun on Briares during their game of rock, paper, scissors. Even she wouldn’t have thought of that.

108. After the Battle of the Labyrinth, Annabeth spends most of the rest of the summer staying in her cabin, studying the laptop Daedalus gave her. Her and Malcolm work on devising various potential battle strategies, and Chiron has her working with him and Clarisse to develop mini missions to send people on in an attempt to weaken the Titan army. She also finds herself spending a lot of time with Silena, listening to her drone on and on about Beckendorf. It kind of makes the fact she’s avoiding Percy and that Luke’s no longer Luke a little harder to deal with. But, it also somehow helps to hear about a relationship that isn’t completely falling to pieces. The only time she truly makes it an effort to hang out with her best friend is for the Fourth of July fireworks. After all, she’d already asked him, and it’d be kind of rude not to show. The night’s still awkward and they don’t have quite as easy of a banter as they had years prior.

109. Since she doesn’t go home for school that year, Annabeth spends the school term still working on mini missions. She gets sent off on a couple of her own, usually teamed up with Clarisse, Connor Stoll, or one of her siblings. It’s during these that she finds that Connor actually isn’t just another annoying Hermes camper, and they both find some strange common ground in missing the old Luke. Often, to pass the time while they’re traveling, Annabeth tells old stories about her and Luke’s days on the run, while Connor tells her about plots and pranks Luke was the mastermind behind. Each mission, it seemed strange that Silena would hug them a little tighter and a little longer. But no one really asked her why. They just figured it was some sort of emotional Aphrodite thing.

110. For each of her missions, Chiron was extremely careful to make sure he sent Annabeth places where he knew Luke was not. So, while she took out various parts of the army, or helped with gathering intel, she never saw Luke. But she didn’t know about Chiron’s careful planning and educated guessing as to where Kronos currently was. Every mission, she still looked for him, hoping that she might be able to bring him back.

111. Also, since she doesn’t go home, Annabeth takes Sally up on her invitation to attend the Jackson-Blofis wedding. She spends a solid week debating on whether or not to cancel and just send a nice card instead. But, the day of, Annabeth just kind of goes for it and has Argus take her into the city. She has her invisibility cap on her, and does her best to hide from the guests as often as possible. Well, specifically, two of the guests that are her age, a girl with curly red hair and a boy who’s been stuffed into a suit because only it’s his mom’s wedding day. She hugs Sally after the ceremony, and it’s the first time she meets Paul. He makes some lame Shakespeare reference, and Annabeth decides then and there to adopt him as her newest father figure.

112. Chiron does have Annabeth go home after Christmas break, insisting that she see her family. She hugs her brothers a little too tightly before she leaves and kisses her dad on the cheek--something she hasn’t done since she was little--because she knows there’s a very real possibility it might be the last time she sees them. Matthew and Bobby complain that she’s strangling them, and Frederick seems a little weary that something’s going on. He knows that there is something stirring in the demigod world, but Annabeth’s been careful to try and keep all of them out of the dark as much as she can. Otherwise, she’s afraid they might keep her from fighting. And nothing would keep Annabeth from seeing this through until the end.

113. It’s Beckendorf’s death that makes Annabeth reconsider how she’s been treating Percy, so she does make an effort for them to fall back into their old routines. They start working on chores together again, but her words still end up being completely measured and thought out. The first time he brings up Rachel though, who she still views as his out, she decides that it’s too much. She doesn’t speak to him again until right before the battle, when he calls her. It actually ends with her moping most of the time, because she just knows that he’s not going to be around in a few days and they’re spending the rest of the time ignoring each other.

114. She doesn’t officially know about the mark of Achilles on Percy, but there’s already a sneaky suspicion because he’s been way too good in the battle. Even by Percy level standards. Right before Ethan goes to stab him, there’s almost a cold chill that hits her in her own lower back. It’s a strange warning, but it’s enough to get her to throw her in the way of the knife’s path, intercepting it with her own shoulder instead. It’s still the most noticeable scar that she has, and she’s glad that it’s in a place that’s easy to cover it up.

115. It’s almost creepy how much information she’s absorbed from listening to her dad through the years. But, none of it really seems to matter until she’s in a helicopter, trying to keep it from crash landing. She swears she hears her dad’s voice in her ears, coaching her through all the steps and she really regrets not taking him up on more rides in his Sopwith Camel. Heck, she thinks she might even try for a pilot’s license after the experience since it did come so naturally.

116. She hears Luke’s voice in her head whenever she fights, telling her to make sure that her footing’s correct, or walking her step by step through various maneuvers he taught her during their years together. It definitely made for a chilling experience when she was fighting Kronos, and hearing a different voice coming out of Luke’s mouth, while the one in her head was his true one.

117. Annabeth honestly is not sure whether or not she lied to Luke when she told him that she didn’t love him. Some days, she feels like it’s a lie and it makes her feel extremely guilty, while other days, she’s sure she spoke the truth. And it makes her feel better knowing that one of the last things Luke heard wasn’t another lie. Because he had been told so many up to that point, and the last thing she’d want to do was add on to them. She thinks it might be a lie, because even the Oracle spoke of losing a love to worse than death. And it was a line that clearly pertained to Luke. If the mummy even knew about her affection for him, then clearly there was something there. And she was so certain to stick up for him every chance she got, certain that no one else would ever make her feel the way he did. And really, no one has. On the flip side, she thinks it was the truth because she’s not so sure it wasn’t just some sort of hero worship and infatuation. By the time Luke asked her if she loved him, she had already fallen in love with someone else and knew what it truly meant to be in a much healthier and loving relationship (even if they weren’t together yet). And what she felt for Percy was nothing like what she felt for Luke. It honestly really frustrates her that she doesn’t even have a solid answer, and she spends way more time debating it than she probably should.

118. Percy and Annabeth’s first date started out as awkward as it could get. It was about a week after Percy’s birthday and they had both already started back to school. They had agreed to just spend the day exploring the city, but they were both trying way too hard with one another, watching what they said and how they acted. There were a lot of awkward silences, sweaty hand holding, and asking questions that they both already knew the answer to. Eventually a monster showed up and the two fell into a regular routine to kill it. Then, covered in monster guts, they decided to just go back to the Jackson-Blofis apartment and watch a movie. Annabeth doesn’t remember what movie it was, just that they spent the whole time making fun of the ridiculous plot line going on, and substituting their own dialogue instead.

119. The green dress that she wore on her one night trip to Paris still hangs in the back of her closet at her dad’s house. She doesn’t ever think she’ll wear it again, because she doesn’t want anything to happen to it.

120. During her sophomore year, there were several weekends where Annabeth would go on little expeditions with her roommate around the city. They would venture to various landmarks in New York, as well as to various museums. It was a way for them to feel “cultured,” and it was the perfect way for Annabeth to draw inspiration for her designs for Olympus.

121. When Percy went missing, it once again fell to Annabeth to break the bad news to Sally. This time, she chose to do it in person instead of over the phone. Paul came back to find Annabeth, with her arms around Sally, whispering promises that they would find him. That they were looking everywhere they could and she wasn’t going to stop until he was home. For the next several weeks, she’d spend at least two nights a week at their apartment, going over any and all of the information they’d collected on Percy’s whereabouts--even if they did end up just being dead ends. Sally would always have a fresh plate of blue cookies waiting for when Annabeth came over, and the two would sit at the counter, talking. After the quick debriefing, Sally would relate stories about her youth and about Percy growing up. Annabeth would talk about her family in California and how she kind of missed her brothers and her dad. Paul would come home, and he and Annabeth would discuss various plays and historical events while Sally cooked dinner. By the time all three felt that the evening was truly done, Sally would insist it was too late for Annabeth to venture back alone. So, she’d end up crashing in Percy’s room. It was comforting somehow, to be there, but it was also creepy. Everything was just waiting for him to come back, and she was careful not to move anything around too much. She wanted it to be just the same way for him as it was when he left.

122. During the short amount of time that Jason, Piper and Leo are in camp, Annabeth really only hits it off with Jason. Sure, she likes Piper, and thinks they’d make great siblings, but there’s not a lot of back and forth there. Instead, once they make the connection that Jason and Thalia are connected, Annabeth spends almost an entire day relating stories about Thalia. Some of them are hard, since so many involve Luke, but she manages to avoid bringing him into them too much. It’s just easier to pretend he wasn’t really there and that Thalia was the hero Annabeth had growing up.

123. During the time spent building the Argo II, Annabeth does use that time to bond with both Piper and Leo. She spends hours with Leo in Bunker 9, looking over blueprints and helping him as much as she can with the actual construction of the ship. She’s really the only one who half understands what it is that he’s talking about, and there are many late nights spent there. In fact, both of them end up losing count of the number of times they have to wake the other one up in the morning, grease smeared on their faces, in order to make it to breakfast on time. The running gag with Piper about the breakfast thing started out as a complete accident. Still exhausted from working with Leo the night before, Annabeth was sitting with Piper and discussing the progress they were making. However, because she was still half asleep, she ended up eating half of Piper’s food. The next day, Piper returned the favor, and it just kept going.

124. Arguing with Athena was one of the most frustrating experiences of Annabeth’s life. Her mom wasn’t all there, which only made it harder to appeal to one of her logical senses. And, whenever she’d switch into her Roman counterpart, it was harder, since the goddess wouldn’t even recognize Annabeth as her daughter. When Athena stripped Annabeth’s cap of its powers, she didn’t know immediately. Instead, she was in the middle of a fight with a monster on the way to visit Sally right before they left, and she had on her invisibility cap to try and surprise it. But it swung right at her as though it could see her. Instead of watching where the strike went, Annabeth looked down and realized she could see herself. She ended up with a badly bruised arm and several cuts on her face and legs, and fled from the scene instead of fighting the monster.

125. Annabeth first learned about hot chocolate being a universal drink from her father. During one of her times living at home, there were many nights where she’d have trouble falling asleep. She’d often end up downstairs in her dad’s living room, flipping through whatever was on television until she’d pass out on the sofa. Once, her dad came down and saw her there and made her hot chocolate. He explained all about the history of the drink, just trying to find something interesting to discuss with his daughter. It was one of the first times they stayed up late, just talking, and it seemed like one of the first real truces between them. The fact she was walking around New Rome, drinking it again with Reyna seemed almost symbolic.

126. It was weird being that close to her home and not going to see her dad and brothers. What was even weirder was the fact that she lived that close to Camp Jupiter for so long and never had an inkling that it existed. Once, she saw a couple kids in purple t-shirts with swords while she was on a school field trip. But, she just figured it was some weird group of re-enactors that accidentally ended up with actual swords.

127. One of the worst parts of being on the Argo II was when the eidolons were on the ship, possessing Jason and Percy. Seeing the boy she spent so long looking for, with golden eyes where sea green had once been, only reminded her of another young man she’d lost. Another boy whose eyes she’d been forced to watch change from blue to gold, and his soul disappear with it.

128. Growing up, Annabeth never felt like she was quite good enough. After all, you grow up with Aphrodite kids, you watch the boys you like fawn over other girls, you really have issues with self image. Meeting Aphrodite only made her insecurities about a hundred times worse. She was literally everything Annabeth wished that she could be, and took bits and pieces from every other girl Annabeth had ever felt jealous of. She had Rachel’s curls, Silena’s hair color, Scarlett Johansson’s body, and Emma Watson’s face structure. It definitely left her feeling inadequate for the rest of the day.

129. The first time Annabeth tells Percy that she loves him is a complete accident. Granted, she’s known it for years, but always felt a little odd at the idea of saying it. After all, it’s really one of the first times she’s ever actually vocalized the sentiment to anyway. She doesn’t remember saying it to her father, or any of her friends, and Annabeth has it in her head that it’s supposed to be some big deal. When he ends up drenching Octavian, it just sort of slips out and she’s not even sure that she’s said it until later. She then spends the next day on deck debating with herself whether or not Percy heard her and that’s why he didn’t say it back. She blames her recent encounter with Aphrodite for making her fret over something so stupid when she should be focused on getting the Athena Parthenos back.

130. One of the things that she hated most about her solo quest (though there were so many) was that she wasn’t where the main fight was. She’d always felt a responsibility to Nico di Angelo after he lost Bianca. Not having any family was something she felt like she could definitely relate to. So, the fact that she wasn’t there to help rescue him and assure him that everything was going to be okay--the way she was sure Bianca would have--almost seemed unfair. And then, obviously, there’s the fact that she hated being alone, breaking her foot, fighting the mother of all spiders... The list went on, really.

131. For years, Annabeth suspected that Nico had a crush on her. It’s only when she sees the look in his eyes as he promises Percy to lead the others to the other side that she figures out what’s really going on. She doesn’t say anything. After all, it wasn’t her secret to tell.

132. After her quest, Annabeth really, really hated owls. There was also a time when she really wanted to go to Greece to see the Parthenon. Not anymore. She never wants to go back to Greece ever again.

133. For Annabeth, the worst part about Tartarus are the arai. She knew, of course, that no monster really likes to be torn down by a demigod. But, they would always be reborn. The fact that so many of them use their dying thoughts and wishes to curse her haunt her. And it almost makes her feel guilty about all the pain she’s caused. There are multiple knife wounds inflicted to her stomach, the blindness, and the feeling that she’s all alone again. That’s the worst. She already blames herself for dragging Percy down there with her, and feeling like he abandoned her (like everyone else in her life had) almost seems like poetic justice. It’s why she doesn’t call for his return. It’s why she calls for an answer to why he left. She wants to know that it’s not resentment he feels towards her.

134. There’s exactly one time in her life that Annabeth has ever been scared of Percy. After all, he’s a Seaweed brain who would have been dead long ago if it weren’t for her. And yet, the power he unleashes on Akhlys is enough to stop her dead in her tracks. She’s always known that he’s a powerful demigod. It was arguably the second thing she learned about him (after the fact he drooled and talked in his sleep). But seeing him snap like that was enough to strike genuine fear in her heart. And it scares her to think he was pushed that far in an attempt to protect her. It’s enough to make her feel like she’s toxic for him, and has even led to her contemplating their break up more than once, if only to get him away from her for his own good.

135. When they get back from the depths of hell, Annabeth spends the next several days feeling completely useless. All she wants to do is sleep and catch up on the hours she was deprived while they were fighting for their lives. Yet, every time she closes her eyes for too long, the terrible visions come back. She wakes up screaming in the middle of the night, sleeps with the lights on, and has bags under her eyes that almost seem as if they threaten to swallow her entire face. It makes her feel useless until the final battle with Gaea. And even that’s just a brief moment of her former glory. Her days at camp cause the nightmares to return and she pushes away anyone that tries to help her deal with what she experienced. It’s too terrible to talk about, and it’ll take her well over a year before she ever does speak of it.

136. She ends up striking a strange friendship with Nico during this time. They had previously started to become friendly when Annabeth was working on designing the new cabins for camp and repeatedly went to him for input on the Hades cabin. But now, they found ways to sit comfortably in silence, in a way that would often freak out the other campers. After all, she still felt protective over him and had a strange sense of respect of all he had been able to handle. They found the number of similarities between them shocking and eventually struck up almost a new brother and sister type of relationship. He makes sure she doesn’t disappear for weeks at a time into her work and into her head and she makes sure that he always has something to eat and a warm sweater on when he goes shadow travelling or visits the Underworld. Most of the other campers don’t really understand their friendship, but to them, it makes all the sense in the world.

137. One of the hardest things about returning to camp life is the sword fighting. Once, it was an activity that she was good at. After all, she’d been training to fight with a knife since she was seven years old. For ten years, it had been a way to blow off steam and a great way to focus her attention. But after her time in Tartarus, sword fighting becomes almost impossible. The sounds of metal clanging and people trying to fight her is enough to send her right back down to that awful place. Even though the logical part of her knows that it’s all controlled, her instincts take over, and she’s ended up with one too many close calls with her opponent screaming for help. Annabeth just kind of blacks out and lets her body take over until the poor sap she’s sparring with is on the floor, broken and bloody, with her knife at their throat, ready to slice. Then, when she doesn’t go full on warrior princess mode, she ends up collapsing into a puddle in the corner, crying and screaming for all the pain and terror to stop. Her hands go straight to her ears and her eyes shut tight. It usually takes Piper and her charmspeak to be able to pull her out of it, and Chiron basically sets up a new, “special” time for her defense training. A time when she’s all alone in the arena and only has the practice dummies as targets. It keeps everyone safer that way.

138. Annabeth legitimately does not understand Carter Kane. Like she thinks Sadie is awesome and is always trying to text her to get insight on some new idea. Likewise, Sadie often is the one texting her. Boy, if Annabeth thought she had boy drama, it is nothing compared to the things Sadie has to deal with what with one of her crushes hosting one of her other crushes. But Carter? He seems to have some weird sort of pissing contest continuously going one with Percy, which she doesn’t get at all. Personally, she thinks both boys are being incredibly stupid--but that’s par for the course with Percy. She almost expects more out of Carter, despite how little she knows him, and is almost disappointed in the fact he doesn’t put an end to the ridiculousness. Also, as soon as she finds out the Egyptian gods are a thing, she ends up creating a really big bulletin board in her room at school, connecting all the gods together based on their area of power. It makes her wonder exactly how it works having more than one pantheon, but thinking about it too much makes her brain hurt. Which is a feat that is hard to achieve.

139. Finding out that Sally’s pregnant definitely comes with a weird mixture of feelings. Granted, Annabeth knows that these people aren’t technically her family, but she’s definitely come to love them like they are. Percy’s eyes sparkle when his mom tells her the news, and Paul seems extremely proud of the fact that his own child is on the way. Sally looks tired, but Annabeth can’t deny there is some sort of glow around her. It’s strange, really. This is the first pregnancy that anyone has ever been excited to tell Annabeth about--well, she really only has one other to compare it to--and it makes her feel like they’re making some mistake in wanting to include her on this secret. She’s always believed that she’s bad with babies and small children and chalks this up to the fact she won’t be invited around to the Jackson-Blofis household as much anymore.

140. She spends the rest of year in New York, but opts to go home right before school starts back for her senior year. It’s the first time she’s seen her dad, her step mom, or her brothers since falling into that horrible pit of despair. Annabeth never called to talk to her dad about it, but he seems to know as she shows up at the airport. He just puts his arm around her shoulder, takes her bags from her, and drives her home in silence. When she wakes up screaming in the middle of the night, her dad’s always there to assure her that she’s okay, and they watch old movies on the couch until she falls asleep again. Everything but Roman Holiday, she makes sure of that. Emily tries to keep Matthew and Bobby away from Annabeth again, fearing what she might do after all she’s been through. But, the boys are old enough now to ignore their mother’s wishes and they end up trying to stick with her closer than ever before. It’s the first time they really learn about and understand the terrible things Annabeth has faced as a demigod and there’s almost a newfound respect earned from them. Despite all the other turmoil going on in her life, it’s probably the nicest visit she has at her home, and she’s almost sad to return to New York.

141. She ends up calling it the Chase curse. After all, that’s exactly what it feels like. When she sees her cousin basically emerge from the grave at his own funeral, it only seems to add another level of weirdness to her already strange life. But, of course, another Chase sibling attracted the attention of a god. Because not even the mortal side of her family could be completely normal. Learning about Hotel Valhalla and the valkyries almost makes Annabeth feel as though she got the short end of the stick ending up as part of the Greek god world. After all, being able to add the ability to fly to her power of invisibility seemed like a pretty sweet deal. Though, the idea of having to find people about to die did seem a little graphic. She starts researching the Norse gods as soon as she gets home and adds them to the bulletin board she made after meeting the Kanes.

142. Getting to see Magnus is hands down one of the best parts of Annabeth’s senior year. For once, she gets to act as a sort of guide to another demigod. This time though, it’s from a distance and she doesn’t necessarily have to get directly involved unless she wants to. And, while she hates that Magnus does have to deal with it, he at least has some pretty awesome friends, as well as some sweet powers to deal with it. But, even with his new abilities, she’s just glad to have her little cousin back in her life. Growing up, he was more of a brother to her than Matthew and Bobby were and seeing him again brings back all sorts of fond memories. In fact, most of the only fond memories of her childhood involve him in one shape or form. She just hates that she didn’t know about his living situation earlier. The idea of him living on the streets when she knew about half a dozen other people who would be willing to take him in does not sit well with her. And it only makes her certain that the gods, no matter what pantheon they belong to, don’t really care about what happens to their demigod children.

143. She’s working on Olympus when she gets a flustered call from Percy, telling her that his baby sister is on the way right now. Her mother stood over her as she took it, and told her to go on, but Annabeth refused. No matter how many times all three of them insisted that she was, in fact, a part of their family, it just seemed weird. So instead, she waited until the next day to go to the hospital. There, she saw the tiniest human she’d ever seen before. Even when Matthew and Bobby were born, she didn’t them ever being that little. They let Annabeth hold her, and it was the first time she ever actually got to hold a baby. Her father barely let her hold her brothers when they were born, hovering near her the entire time. But this time, the baby was placed in Annabeth’s arms and she absolutely melted as she swore that the little girl smiled up at her. A nurse told her it was just gas, but Annabeth knew better. Almost immediately, she fell in love with the baby and added her to her list of favorite people.

144. It’s just a common understanding that whenever there’s a school thing or the Jackson-Blofis family has to go somewhere, that Annabeth is going to babysit the youngest member of that family. They’ve given up inviting her to come along, because she insists that she would rather babysit. So many afternoons she’ll end up with the baby crawling all over her, with Annabeth trying to tell her stories about American history or Grecian or Roman history. After all, she is determined to make this baby a genius and feels that no age is too young to start. She’s even gotten her those huge baby blocks in an attempt to cultivate an appreciation of architecture in her as well.

145. Annabeth’s always loved the idea of prom. When she was young and first experienced the excitement of people during the first camp prom, she wanted to go. However, due to some unforeseen circumstances, Annabeth never got to make it to her junior prom. Then, when her senior prom came around, it seemed like a great opportunity. She was still going to school in New York, and there hadn’t been a severe crisis to take her away from the semi-normal life she was leading. Even though she went to a private, all girls boarding school, there were still guys at their “sibling school” that they would be having a joint prom with. A handful of them even asked her as their date, and she honestly wanted to say yes. But, despite the fact that she could have gone, Annabeth ended up watching movies on the couch of the Blofis apartment. She never even bothered asking Percy to go to prom with her, because she knew of his distaste for anything related to dancing. And it wasn’t worth it for her to have a good time if he couldn’t enjoy it too.

146. Annabeth’s senior year goes by in a dizzying whirlwind. Between still working on and overseeing designs on Olympus, helping Magnus out with his demigodish-ness, babysitting baby Blofis, prepping to go to college, and volleyball and soccer games, it’s almost impossible to believe that she’s graduating until the cap and gown are officially on. Everyone she knows that can come, does. Her dad, step mom, Matthew, Bobby, Paul, Sally, Percy, and even Chiron make it out for that day. Her dad’s gift to her is a new car, and it’s that car her and Percy end up packing to drive out cross country to their new home.

147. Since using cell phones sends up a signal to monsters of their whereabouts, Percy and Annabeth end up having to rely on old school maps--that neither of them are very good at reading--and mapquest directions. They end up getting lost at least twice a day, which leads to several arguments about them asking for directions. Once, Annabeth even threatens to turn the car around right then and there. But, they’re already over halfway across the country, so it wouldn’t make any sense for her to do that. The car’s cramped with both of their belongings shoved everywhere there’s an ounce of free space and it doesn’t do anything to help the mood. Both of them quip at least once during their trip that maybe, if they can’t survive a car ride together in such close quarters, they’ll never be able to survive living together. When Annabeth says it, Percy knows it’s meant to just be something hurtful to say and that she doesn’t really mean it. Still, he shuts her out and puts in his headphones for a solid half hour before emerging again to talk to her. When Percy says it, Annabeth finds the nearest fast food restaurant and pulls off the road there. She mutters things about how maybe he’s right and that no one else has been able to live with her for extended periods of time before. He has to promise her that he didn’t mean it, buy her a vanilla milkshake, and that it’s just a side effect of being stuck in a car for way longer than anyone with ADHD should have to sit through a car ride. It’s only when they finally get to New Rome and begin to unpack their car that they feel like they aren’t completely claustrophobic and closed in. And it feels like they definitely made the right decision after all.

148. The apartment they get in New Rome is honestly a piece of crap. It was one of the first ones built in the city and Annabeth figured that it would be good for the historical aspect of it. And online, it looked like it was pretty nice. But it’s honestly the worst. The door to the bedroom is too low, with Annabeth’s head just barely clearing it, and Percy having to duck every time he has to go under it. There’s a patch of the ceiling that leaks when it rains, the water in the faucet has to run for five seconds until it turns clear, the dryer never works, and the back burner on the stove catches on fire if you try to use it. They didn’t have room for a whole bed frame when they moved, so they sleep on a blow up air mattress in the floor and their furniture is just stuff they’ve bought at consignment shops, so it doesn’t match. But, despite the fact that it’s the worst first place ever, it’s their first place, so it makes it pretty special. They go all out decorating it at Halloween and Christmas, and it’s almost like it becomes a little less crappy after it’s all done up. The longer they stay there, the more furniture they do accumulate until it does have a vague color scheme, more or less and they have an actual bed to sleep in. The bare walls eventually become covered in pictures of their friends and a few paintings that Rachel sends them to “liven the place up.” She’s almost sad when they move out of it. Almost.

149. Annabeth only makes it about three weeks before she has her first breakdown in college. Sure, she’d done well in high school, but that took intense concentration, and most of the people she was around, she didn’t really like. Readings could usually be ignored entirely, or she could find some sort of audiobook to listen to. But college is a different beast altogether. Suddenly, she’s staying up until four in the morning at least three days a week in order to get all her work done and stay on top of it. That’s not including keeping an apartment clean, and helping Reyna and Frank out in Camp Jupiter. It’s like her time isn’t her own anymore and she just starts to slowly lose it. Since she is so sleep deprived, at one point, she ends up just crying midway through a paper, muttering how stupid she is, how she definitely made a mistake coming out to California, and how she just wants to go home.

150. Their first Christmas in New Rome is actually the first time that Annabeth brings Percy to her dad’s house as her “boyfriend.” Matthew and Bobby legitimately lose it, because they remember thinking Percy was super cool the few minutes they met him years prior and spend forever trying to get him to teach them how to sword fight. They IM Paul, Sally, and baby Blofis and Percy’s little sister gets so excited to show them everything Santa brought, that one of the toys accidentally flies out of her hands and breaks the connection. Annabeth and her dad get to continue their late night hot chocolate tradition. He tells embarrassing stories about Annabeth when she was super small that she would have no hope of ever remembering during one of their late night drink sessions that Percy joins them for. And she blushes and acts like she hates it, but it’s the first time she’s ever felt like her father was actually her dad. And she chalks it up to the Christmas spirit thing. Growing up, Matthew and Bobby would always get matching pajamas on Christmas Eve that they’d have to wear and take pictures in for the next year’s Christmas card. When Annabeth moved in with her dad during her sophomore year of high school, she started having to do the matching thing. That Christmas, Percy was added in to the matching pajama thing. It felt all levels of ridiculous and dorky, and Annabeth promised that she’d tell them not to do it again next year.

#likes #yeS I'M STILL WORKING ON THESE #I ONLY HAVE 100 LEFT #AND THOSE ARE GOING TO BE LIKE ALL GROWN ANNABETH AND HER WEDDING AND KIDS AND STUFF SO YAY #AND ALSO LIKE HER DEATH AND STUFF AND SOME EVEN AFTERLIFE SHIT MIGHT SHOW UP??? WE'LL SEE WE'LL SEE #AND UM UM UM THEN IT'LL JUST BE LIKE RANDOM THINGS THROUGHOUT BOTH THE RP AND CANON STUFF AS WELL

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