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imtooscaredforthis · 1 year

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Tethered

Part III- Chapter 23: Sighting

Mentions of: Stabbing, Injuries, Death, Conflicted Feelings, angst, etc.

A/N: …Here we go…The moment you’ve been waiting for

Tags: @prettycutebunny @vandeaad @dead-bxxxtch-walking @moonshineinasippycup @mama-miya

As you and Bill worked on the machine, you noticed something in the corner of your eye. And that something was a person, and that person was chasing after Meg. “Uh Bill, who’s that?”

“It’s the Legion.” He muttered, swearing under his breath. “The Who?”

You asked cluelessly. “The Legion. They’re a group of teen punks who like to start shit. They’re one of the worst to go against in trial, just from how irritating they are.”

“Huh.” You murmured, glancing away from the figure that was chasing after Meg, that was now moving farther and farther away. Seems like it’s going to be a long trial.

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After hooking his first victim, Frank was off, searching for the next. He sprinted as fast as he could, feeling his heart race and the adrenaline rush.

Hearing the sound of a generator completed, he followed it, spotting two survivors in the distance. As he got closer and closer, he recognized them. It was that old man, Bill and….

You. It was You.

He found himself stopping, blood rushing to his head and making him groan in pain. But he didn’t care about that. All he could care about was the fact that you were standing right in front of him.

It felt like the whole world was crashing down on him. He stood there, frozen, taking you in.

By the time he realized that you and Bill noticed him, it was too late. You said something to him, and he pushed you away, making you run off while he did the same.

Had you recognized him? You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. He was wearing a mask, and he was much different from the boy he once was. You don't know anything about him now. But there was a time where you knew him better than anyone, where you could pick him out in a crowd of hundreds of people, recognizing him just from his posture and mannerisms.

His body moved before him, and the next thing he knew, he was ignoring you, chasing down Bill instead. It was for the best. You were just a distraction, and he needed to focus.

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Frank didn’t see you again until you saved Dwight from second hook, reaching on your tiptoes and pulling him down. He went charging at you, but once again, he stopped himself, and went after Dwight.

But before he could, you ran in front of him, smacking a pallet down on his head. “Go after me, not him!”

You snapped at Frank, that same selfless and brave attitude shining through. You haven't changed at all, have you?

He did as you wished, chasing after you instead. You were lithe and quick on your feet, dodging his attacks with ease. But after a while, you started to grow tired from the chase, and he took advantage of his adrenaline to break out into a sprint.

He caught up with you, slicing your arm and making you cry out. That caused him to stop once again, memories of you flowing through his head.

All those times you smiled at him, those times you held him and kissed him…the times you were afraid and hurt. He never wanted to be the cause of your pain, yet here he was.

“(Y/n), I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I promise.”

Fuck, he couldn’t do this. He watched as you got away, grabbing your arm and running off. He needed this trial to be over as soon as possible.

And so, Frank worked fast, killing off all the other survivors, despite how hard they tried to fight back. Especially you, trying to save all your teammates, you gave him a really tough time and it was even worse because he knew he couldn’t hurt you. Because he knew who you truly were.

But he managed to get through it, and it was almost over. It was just you and him left on the trial grounds, all your other teammates sacrificed.

Now he just needed you to find hatch and get out of here. He wasn’t even trying at this point, walking the perimeter f the trial area, doing everything he could to avoid you.

But while he did that, he found Hatch. Reluctantly, he shut it. At least this will speed things up a little.

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Since you are relatively new, you still have trouble finding the exit gates, especially on trial grounds you were unfamiliar with. This was one of them.

You frantically looked around, hearing another gong from the timer. You were running out of time, and you felt like you were going in circles. God, you’re so stupid. What do you do?

Calming yourself, you managed to find it. But there was only one problem. The killer was standing right in front of it, waiting for you. He sliced at the lever with his knife, opening the gate.

This happened once before, with The Clown. For a moment, you thought he was showing some mercy and letting you go, but once you got close, he cut you down and hooked you, sacrificing you. That made you realize it was just his cruel way of punishment, hanging freedom right in front of you, and then tearing it away.

But this one seemed different. Every time he went after you, it was like he hesitated. Like he didn’t want to do it. But he also killed your teammates brutally, so you had no idea what he was going to do.

He motioned for you to walk over, and you hesitantly did as told, cautious and skittish. Just as you were about to walk past, he grabbed your arm, stopping you and making you jump and yelp.

You pushed him away, trying to run but stumbling over yourself, twisting your ankle and falling. You crawled away from him, groaning in pain, but he walked towards you, crouching above you.

This was it, the moment he was going to hurt you. The moment he was going to kill and sacrifice you. You squeezed your eyes shut and prepared yourself for the pain, but to your surprise, it never came.

When you opened your eyes, he was holding your locket, caressing it softly. His head was tilted, almost as if he was examining it closely. He pushed it open, only to find that there was no picture inside. Then, he shut it, stepping away from you.

He pointed to the exit, gesturing for you to go. So, you did, escaping and leaving the killer all alone.

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cabinofimagines · 2 years

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Day six; corn/mirror/death maze

something something emotional about new book being titled percy jackson and the olympians something halloween something

hope you enjoy!

Pairing: PLATONIC Jason Grace & Frank Zhang x gn!reader (Cameo’s of Lester, Meg, Thalia, Percy, Annabeth, Leo, Nico and Will)

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: I suppose canon compliant violence and some cursing. Terrible corn puns.

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Some might wonder; how does one grow a cornfield within a week? For those smart enough to understand that you do not ask these questions in the world of Gods and myths, the answer would not be given. For those stupid enough to ask this question out loud, as you are with your teammates for the death maze, you would be condoned to Jason Grace; the newly found agricultural academic.

You see, somehow Jason had found out about the corn/mirror/death maze, and he figured that the best way to win is to know everything about corn, and to the extend corn mazes.

“Did you know that the first corn maze is believed to be created in 1993?” Jason eagerly said as you were blindfolded. You see, instead of the maze having an entrance and a finish, the hunters were to put each team in a random spot in the maze. It was then up to the teams to escape. “The best fertilizer for corn is nitrogen and phosphorus, but I think they got children of Ceres and Demeter to grow this corn.” Jason had been going at this for the past 30 minutes as soon as you were paired with him and Frank. Frank hummed in response to everything Jason had been saying, seemingly not minding the corn infodump, you however were getting exasperated.

“Hey! Don’t worry Jace, I also got a corn fun fact!” you were happy they couldn’t see your shit eating grin right now, “Did you know that corn is also called maize, because it is easy to get lost in its incredible flavour?” This time you heard Thalia who was driving the card groan loudly.

“And Colonel Cornelius Cornwall, how is this information going to help us?” You asked Jason and you heard Frank stifle a laugh. It was comforting to hear the people around you as you were carted away further into the maze.

“I don’t know but it might-“ Jason sighed, “Look, I barely had anything to do in the past few days and then I fell down a rabbit hole of corn.”

“I think you got lost in a maze of corn, Jason.” Frank joked and you laughed. You heard Jason groan.

“Okay that’s enough I am just going to drop you guys here.” She said as she stopped the cart, “I will not take any more of these jokes.” As she helped you off the cart, she reminded you to wait with removing the blindfolds until the starting bell rang.

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It had been five minutes since the bell rang. You had underestimated how a corn/mirror/death maze would involve each of these themes. When you removed your blindfolds, you were in an actual mirror maze. However, some mirrors were randomly forming spikes, which they then would shoot out.

Before you could figure out how to navigate this, the entire mirror maze was destroyed by plants.

“COMING THROUGH!!” you heard the shrill voice of meg scream as thick vines busted through all the mirrors. For a second you saw Lester, clinging to one of the vines, tears streaming down his face as he screamed. Then, it was all gone.

“What just happened?” You asked as you looked at Frank and he shook his head.

“The war has started, let’s get going.” Frank straightened his back and turned to Jason.

“Not so fast.” Nico’s voice spoke from behind you. Suddenly, skeletal arms grabbed your, Frank and Jason’s legs. Nico walked around you and he smiled.

“It’s revenge for the flour, (Y/n).” Will explained for his boyfriend, “Sorry, I tried to convince him not to.”

“I’m not sorry, see you later.” Nico grabbed Will by the hand, and shadow travelled away. Almost immediately, victory bells sounded.

“He shadow travelled to the finish.” Jason gaped and you laughed.

“Why am I not surprised? Let’s get out of here though.”

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Eventually, you managed to get lose from the skeletons, only to enter the official corn part of the maze. Sometimes you heard screams from far away, and you truly hoped that it was just the hunters scaring the participants and not actual screams of terror.

This hope was proven to be in vain, as you were faced with a small, yet menacing mechanical minotaur.

“Oh, so that is why Leo was making these,” Jason noted, before you were forced to run. Jason was leading the way- taking turns every so often, but you failed in shaking the minotaur off. You didn’t have the tools to fight it- but you were getting tired of running.

Suddenly there was a wall, a second later, there was a minotaur in front of you.

“(Y/n)!” Frank pulled you back and blocked the hit of the minotaur with a shield. You looked behind you and saw more weapons on the floor. However, before you could grab one the minotaur collapsed, showing a heaving Percy, Annabeth not far behind.

“Who-“ Percy took a deep breath, “the fuck decided to put monsters in here! I just wanted to celebrate Halloween!” Percy angrily glared at Frank.

“Thank you for saving us!” You yelled, and Percy just did a peace sign in return, not looking back.

“The maze was all hunters!” Frank put his hands up in defence, still shaken by the minotaur, “Neither Hazel nor me planned this! We just agreed to letting them use the field!”

“Fair enough,” Percy grumbled as he stepped back and turned to walk away.

“I do not want be here anymore.” Percy sighed.

“We’ll get out faster if you don’t complain, seaweed brain.” Annabeth teased him as they went on their way.

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Would you have liked that to be the end? Well that’s too bad, because you noticed smoke coming up from the corn not too far away from you.

“Gods Leo is making it the burning maze.” You worriedly looked around, none of the corn around you was on fire for now.

“I feel like I might die if we don’t make it out quick.” Jason said, “I could fly up to see how we get out?”

“And give away our position?!” Frank screamed, frantically trying to calm himself, “Jason, I am sure that even more danger would come from that.”

“If I get hit, then so be it!” Jason laughed half-heartedly, “A bit of self-sacrifice is a part of demigod life.”

You send Jason a horrified look. Frank seemingly was in the same boat as you as he hit Jason on the head.

“You are going to therapy, Jason,” Frank sighed, “As your praetor I command it but also as your friend. Don’t say those things out loud, please.” Jason half nodded in response.

Eventually you made third place in escaping the corn/mirror/death maze! Nico and Will were first, Meg and Lester second. Percy had heard your commotion and gladly took the newly made path that you left behind, telling Annabeth that he would never again participate in games organized by the hunters.

“You know what, I am done,” Frank stretched his arms above him, “Time to take one from Meg’s book, get on we are leaving.” As Frank transformed into a bear you realized his plan.

“We better hold on tight,” Jason warned you, as he grabbed the back of your jacket. Frank did not hesitate and started running straight through the corn walls.

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inevitablemoment · 7 months

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Chapter Twelve: We're Able To Be Just You And Me Within These Walls (But When We Go Outside, You're Gonna Wake Up and See That It Was Hopeless After All)

After a wonderful Christmas, a family outing on New Year's Eve goes wrong, and Lucy's life is blown up overnight.

#Somebody Make Me Feel Alive #Lunnister #Teacher AU #Lucy Lynskey #Frank Bannister #The Frighteners #Lunnister Teacher AU #Courtney Bannister #Meg Lynskey #Ray Lynskey #Trini Alvarado #Michael J. Fox #My Fics #Frank x Lucy #Frank Bannister x Lucy Lynskey #OTP: Alters Your Perception #OC: Courtney Bannister #OC: Meg Lynskey

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hardtickettohomevideo · 2 years

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The Schlocktoberfest - Day 15: It Chapter Two

The Schlocktoberfest – Day 15: It Chapter Two

It Chapter Two (2019) I guess I’m gonna have to review the old one twice. Trailer: *Spoilers Throughout* What’s This About: It. Again. Stupid. Here are some of my observations as I watched the film: Hello to the two people reading this that are not named Brad or Brian. We start right off with Beverly’s future vision the Losers – way to hit the ground a -runnin’ That pause when Stan asks what…

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#99 Luftballoons #Birds of Prey #Dagobah #Dorothy Stratten #Final Fantasy #Frank Pentangeli #Gorezone #Juice Newton #Lost Boys #Meg Ryan #Old Spice #Professor X #Ritual of Chud #Zelda

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herecomethatboi · 10 months

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Dbd killers X gn!Reader

Tiktok on my foryou really fueled my writer-self and i'm not even sorry.

"Killer chases MC. MC gets cornered or sumthin and as the killer catches up, MC grabs him by his shirt/jacket/hoodie/thing, slams him into the wall behind him, tears his mask down and kisses him while leaning their full body weight on the killer.

Killer is like 🧍‍♂️

While MC just 🏃 to the hatch/gate."

Enjoy this silly thing and ignore any mistake I might made. English isn't my first language lol

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Ghostface:

You were the only one left. Meg was moried for looping Ghostface for too long and it pissed the killer off. Steve sacrificed himself to save you, since he was already injured and pushed you to run away while he got the killer's attention. Élodie finished the third generator before getting caught, and at that moment the only other survivour was you, who was getting chased by the Ghostface.

You got injured, but got away quick enough to heal yourself, hearing the entity finishing off poor Élodie on the other side of the map. You felt bad, since you could've saved her if it weren't for the killer lurking around the corner of the police station.

You huffed as you finished bandaging your arm and slowly started walking down the dark hallway, not making any sound in case Ghostface was near.

But luck wasn't on your side of course, since he appeared out of nowhere in front of you from the other room and you, by sheer luck got ahold of his shoulders and slammed him against the wall next to you, pinning him there.

You were shocked, as well as him, but to confuse him even further, you pulled his mask up to his nose and kissed him, while putting your whole body weight on him.

He dropped his knife in shock and just stood there, frozen in place. He didn't have enough time to react properly.

The kiss ended a few seconds later and you were gone, running down the hallway, to the main entrance, luckily finding the hatch there, making your escape easier than you thought ever was possible.

Even when you got back you brushed your fingertips against your lips, remembering Ghostface's taste. It was sweet and had an undertone of smoke. He's a smoker, but loves sweets, especially caramel.

The next time you met him, let it be trial or not, he gave you the same treatment, making the kiss last longer with lingering touches of his fingertips brushing down your spine, holding your face and touching your hips.

What was between the two of you was never talked about, but it was obvious for anyone that it was more than a game of cat and mouse.

The Legion, Frank:

One of the gate was already open, Yoichi got injured, but escaped.

Yui out ran the killer and got out as well and Feng was sacrificed already. Poor girl was trying to heal herself, since she had a medkit but made the mistake of making a noise, which alerted the killer.

That left you running from the Legion, trying desperately to get to the gate or at least find the hatch.

Another ding rang around the whole map, signalling the timer going even lower now and that the enitity is waiting to strike you and punish you for not escaping.

You felt it only once, but it was enough to not want to go through it again.

You jumped through a window, falling down from the second floor, making your landing more painful and slowing you down for a few second, which gave enough time for the Legion to catch up.

He walked toward you with such a cocky confidence that it irritated you. But, you got an idea, which made you seem scared, but actually tensing your muscles to get ready and wait for him to get close enough.

When he did, you grabbed him by the front if his hoodie and slammed him against the hay behind him, making him grunt in surprise.

You yanked his mask down from his face, not even giving him a moment to realize what was going on and you kissed him with so much force his knees buckled, you grip on him the only thing keeping him from falling on the ground.

You heared a whimper from him, but you were too focussed to truely do anything about it, or really realize what he just did.

You heard his weapon slip from his hand and that was the moment you pulled away and ran to the gate that was just a few metres away.

You made it out right before the timer went off, leaving Frank alone while he slowly slid down to sit on the ground and stare before himself in shock while panting and blinking like an idiot.

After he caught up about the whole situation, he had a little grin on his face and touched his lips, still tasting you on them.

He decided to wait for the next time he sees you again to give you a rougher treatment, as a thanks for making him realize something about himself.

Even if that something was a thing he swore he hated. Getting himself slammed against something solid was a new and exciting thing he wanted to explore with only you.

Michael Myers:

The two of you were staring at each other. Neither of you moving an inch, while making sure to note any tiny movement the other was making.

The others were dead already, only three gens done, which was a miracle when the trial was with Michael. With him, every single time only one gen was done, he somehow alway knew where everyone was and what they were doing. He finished everyone off with such quickness that even the Entity couldn't influence his perfect efficency.

Until today.

He was angry, it was obvious from the louder-than-usual huffs he was letting out, his shoulders more tense, his grip on his knife made his knuckles even whiter than his already pale skin was.

Something happened to him and you were the last one left, which meant torture until he was satisfied, not letting the Entity interviene.

Not like she ever did, but that's besides the point.

You held your flashlight, breathing as slowly as you could to try and react in time to at least give the impression that you were trying to run away.

You took a step behind you, there was a window, but even if you could just jump out, he would catch up and most likely make you suffering even more painful.

But you had an idea that Feng talked about jokingly. That is a video she saw where there was a girl running from a killer in a haunted house. But she turned around and slammed the masked killer against the wall, pulled his mask up and kissed him. Which made the killer stunned enough for her to run away.

You knew the element of surprise was everything, but Michael was stronger than a normal human, even stronger in trial. But you had to give it a try, for your escape at least or to gain time to locate the hatch.

You moved fast, jumped out quickly and dropped down, making you grunt but step away, seeing the killer climb out and drop down next to you.

You grabbed the giant man by his arms and with your full body weight, you slammed him against the wall behind him, his knees were bent, which gave you enough room to quickly as you could, pull his mask up and slam your lips against his.

Michael tensed up, his right arm shook with the amount of force be was gripping the knife, but he didn't move.

He was like a statue, too still to be human, but the surprise was enough for you to push him to the wall while you pulled away and ran as fast as you could.

You found the hatch without meeting him again.

You were the first person ever to escape the Shape.

Surprising everyone, being asked questions about the "how" and "why". You didn't explain, you couldn't.

And after that, whenever you had a trial with the Shape, you never saw him, but felt his gaze on you and you were always let go.

Why?...You never really got an answer, but on one part you were glad, and on the other you were embarrassed, since you knew exactly why he never approached you again.

What you didn't know is you became more of an obsession to him than Laurie, but a different kind.

A more possessive and dangerous kind.

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pumpkinbxtch · 1 month

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𓇼 the sun & the sea 𓇼 〰✷〰

— apollo / lester x daughter of poseidon!reader

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

☆ radiostar is playin': forever always by the driver era…!

warnings: none taglist: @emidpsandia

He, apparently, was dead missing.

"He went alone on the mission with Python. He hasn't returned for three days now." A month later, Meg contacted you through an Iris message and explained everything that had happened. A month later and the days passed, nobody knew about him.

"We only know that he retrieved all the Oracles and the gifts of prophecy returned," Chiron told you, and Dionysus, for the first time, looked nervous and worried about his brother.

But if Apollo had succeeded in his mission, where was he? You hadn't dreamed of him either. Days went by and your anxiety grew.

"I didn't agree, but my brother insisted on pushing him to the limit," Poseidon said seriously, and Percy replied, "I think he took it too literally, don't you?" You suppressed a groan while your father scolded your brother with his gaze. Python was gone forever, but they knew nothing of Apollo.

"It's okay, it's only been five days," you thought, but you realized that every day you did it with a new number and without any news until almost two weeks had passed... Honestly, you didn't know how many times you had cried in all that time, you didn't even bother to hide it, and even your roommate requested a room change.

Lately, the time was bad in every sense. Thunder rumbled, and you hugged the pillow tighter, tears already rolling down your cheeks. The room was colder than usual; after all, you were alone in it. You accompanied yourself with the dim light of your desk lamp, and the flash of lightning illuminated the darkest corners. You realized you were crying over too many things, everything was very recent, you hadn't even finished processing Jason's death, and those lightning bolts... all they did was remind you of it.

"Wasn't it enough with him?" You wondered as you let out your sobs. Jason was his son just like Apollo, and if he led them both to death just to reaffirm his authority to everyone, you had no doubts that Zeus was a cruel father. The thunder shook the window, and you closed your eyes in anger, not retracting anything, even if Zeus annihilated you with one of his lightning bolts, you would never do so. Probably beyond, on Olympus, your own father struggled with annoyance with his brother, but even if Poseidon wasn't half the father that Paul was to you and Percy, he would never allow you to be harmed.

Your tennis sounded against the wet sand of the path leading to your favorite café. You walked in a ghost town with a hollow chest and the cold penetrating your bones, but it didn't matter because you already felt like those skeletons that Nico brought to the surface when he was in a bad mood; anyway, you moved forward to have a hot chocolate, it was Sunday, you had to have enough strength for classes the next day.

— Here it is — the lady said when you had just formed in line at the bar. You frowned and shook your head.

— Surely it's for someone else, I just got in line.

The girl smiled and looked at the label.

— Hot chocolate? —she asked in the waiting line, and no one recognized it, she returned to you and handed it to you again. — It was ordered in advance.

A joke from Frank? Frank didn't make jokes. But if it were, how did he know what you wanted?

You took it and looked at the label, it had a sun drawn on it that made you purse your lips. "Of course, it had to be," you thought bitterly and walked back taking the long way, the one that passed by the small Tiber.

The sunlight barely reflected on the water after all it was covered by the clouds, and you sighed as you looked at the huge body of water, your chest hurt. How did this happen? You would be better off if you hadn't entered that Grove, but you had to do your will, but you wouldn't have had those days with Apollo, which provoked mixed emotions in you again.

"this rhymes for him were different, but he hopes for put that ring and find what he's been missing."

— If you wanted to marry me so much, come back and do it — you murmured with your nose buried in your scarf and tears stinging your eyes. You cut your step and faced the river that continued to shine coldly, the small cup you held slipped from your hands with each sob, and when you let out the first whimper, you let it go. However, it didn't fall. You gasped, and when you looked beside you, your breath left you.

Of those brown curls, only a few remained mixed with the blond ones, of the freckles you counted that last time you had him too close, there were only about three hundred instead of a thousand. He was taller, and his body more athletic, but he wore the same Led Zeppelin t-shirt and ripped jeans from the knees. His smile was big and triumphant, the same blue eyes you had been waiting to see were just trying to memorize your fractions in the same way you were doing with him.

— And are you serious or are you just fooling me?— His voice. You threw yourself into his arms without considering if he could be hurt, but judging by how he looked... then you took him by the shoulders, he foolishly thought you would kiss him, but you just leaned back and kicked him in the chest with the skill that only you could have.

He groaned on the ground in a fetal position, and seconds later, he rose on his elbows with a confused look.

— Idiot — you shouted as you walked towards him and knelt to be at his height. Apollo couldn't help but smile like an idiot, and you couldn't help but hug him again. — Where the hell were you?

Your whimpering caused guilt in his chest, and he took care of your head as both lay back on the grass. He stroked your hair as you clung to his chest, wishing his scent would imprint on you to never forget it.

— Hey…— He called you, and you looked up, noticing tears in his eyes too. You cupped his cheek and, before he could say anything else, you kissed him. The first kiss. He closed his eyes, completely surrendered to you, feeling like he could finally breathe freely after months. When your soft lips left his, he held you tightly, burying his face in your neck. You couldn't see it, but Apolo had a flushed face and a knot in his stomach.

But you didn't need to see it, because as he hid in you, the sun broke through the clouds, shining brightly, almost lighting up the whole world with brighter colors than before. It was with that detail that you confirmed he had become a god again, and his feelings were showing to you in too many ways.

— I…— You spoke after several minutes of silence, causing him to sit properly on the grass with you, holding your hand. — I do want to be with you. I'm not just messing around, just so we're clear.

— Do you have an alternative? — He joked, and you gently pushed him while nervously looking at your hands.

— Fool.

— For you, of course — he cooed as he took your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him. His cheeks were still flushed, but you noticed that his skill to seduce without seeming like an inexperienced teenager had returned, and that's where your first jealousy arose because you wished only you could have that side of him.

— And only for me, I'm sure — you grumbled under your breath at having that thought, and he laughed.

— I was born to love only you, believe me.— Apollo said, getting up and offering his hand to help you. — And just like art, I'll be faithful to you.

— Wow, what a great poet — you took his hand, and he took you by the waist, bending down to touch his nose to yours. You never believed in the expression "like a Greek god" until he looked at you in that way.

— Are you going to marry me? — He stroked your nose with his while gently squeezing your waist. You nodded silently like a fool, and he gave you a peck on the lips with a smirk. — I just wanted to make sure, but actually, I don't need any of that to be devoted to you. You're everything to me.

He took your hand and led you along the edge of the small Tiber, which now shone fervently.

•

— Apollo! — You shouted from the reception of the mansion on Olympus, closing the big door forcefully and looking at your husband playfully peeking behind his throne.

— Yes, dear? — You pursed your lips and approached him.

— Where are my things?

— Which ones? — He played dumb, and you sighed.

— From my bedroom at the university, where are they?

—In your room...— you raised an eyebrow — here.

You growled and pulled him to come out from behind the throne.

— I told you it would be until I graduated.

Apollo pouted and slumped his shoulders.

—But I miss you.

You smiled and hugged him.

— I miss you too, but— you stepped back and showed the ring on your ring finger —I have this, darling, and that's enough to scare off my classmates. I don't need to come down from Olympus every day when I can be in the dorms.

Apollo nodded regretfully.

— Alright, alright...— he snapped his fingers and smiled at you — everything is already in your silly university dorm.

You smiled and gave him a kiss. As you started making your way to the exit, he sighed.

— I'll see you tonight — he shouted, and you turned around smiling.

The Sun illuminates the beauty of the sea but never tries to contain it, and the sea shows the sun that even in the stormiest moments or the darkest nights, its light never fades.

#trials of apollo #apollo pjo #apollo pjo x reader #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #pjo #lester papadopoulos #lester papadopoulos x reader #apollo x reader #apollo x you #apollo x y/n #lester papadopoulos x you

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slashthrashandcrash · 4 months

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the missile is eepy (how did she get in the killers' camp actually)

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softpine · 7 months

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character/story inspiration tag

rules: write up a blurb or make a visual collage of the people or characters (from books, TV shows, movies, etc.) that inspired your story and/or OC, either visually, personality wise, or just a general vibe

tagged by @morrigan-sims & @goldenwaves ♥

FROZEN PINES: Strange Trails by Lord Huron with lyrics from Frozen Pines // The Wall by Pink Floyd // The Sixth Sense (1999) // Life is Strange // Supernatural s4ep1 "Lazarus Rising" // lyrics from Kin by Radical Face // a magic 8 ball // It (2017) // Stand By Me (1986) // Lovers of Modena // SYFY article on black holes

CASPER MAYFIELD: Montero by Lil Nas X // French Exit by TV Girl // Troy Bolton from High School Musical // Carmy Berzatto from The Bear // lyrics from Off My Mind by Joe P // Brian O'Conner (+ Mia Toretto) from Fast & Furious

COCO ARIAS: Lyrics from My Own Dance by Kesha // Fiona Gallagher from Shameless // Back to Black by Amy Winehouse // adult film star Angela White // Lyrics from Gimme More by Britney Spears // Who Really Cares by TV Girl // Xena from Xena: Warrior Princess

ELAINE NGUYEN: Fearless by Taylor Swift // the record by boygenius // quote from Lang Leav // lyrics from Seventeen by Sharon Van Etten // Juliet Capulet from Romeo and Juliet // Jackie Taylor from Yellowjackets // lyrics from Let It All Out by COIN

STEVIE DONOVAN: Lyrics from Big Fat Mouth by Arlie // unknown artwork // Aloy from Horizon Zero Dawn // lyrics from Space Cadet by The Technicolors // Broken Bells by Broken Bells // Dreamland by Glass Animals // Nomi Marks from Sense8 // climbing by Lucille Clifton

JADA CAREY: Lyrics from Hush by The Marias // quote from Frank Bidart // When the Pawn... by Fiona Apple // Raven Baxter from That's So Raven // Mystery by Jesse Jo Stark // unknown artwork // quote from Margaret Atwood

ALISA MARCIANO: Lyrics from Under Your Skin by Aesthetic Perfection // Carrie White from Carrie // artwork by griefmother // You Forgot It In People by Broken Social Scene // So Tonight That I Might See by Mazzy Star // lyrics from Desire by Meg Myers

#okay so i didn't do asa or finn because they're represented by the main frozen pines collage #and i thought about doing one for caroline/beth/danny but their story was straight off the dome #i'm sure i was subconsciously inspired by things but it was mostly just cliches lol #but all of my characters have pinterest boards!! my user is softpine1 if you want to see them :)#bloopers

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mundoperla · 1 year

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hi! can i request frank meeting his soulmate in a trial for the first time? ofc survivor soulmate. female preferably! i love your frank sm

fuck you *writes an entire fic of this idea because frank morrison supremacy AND AAAAAA CUTE*

❝ 𝑺𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑬𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓. ❞

Frank Morrison x Fem! Survivor Reader.

— The concept of soulmates never interested Frank, but now that he’s found you under these circumstances you’ve got his full attention.

‼️tws;; brief mentions of violence (srry ur friends get clapped), meg. ‼️

The fire at the center of the camp crackled softly with the only other source of sound coming from the other two lively killers interacting with one another. The Legion keeping to themselves sitting farther from the banter from across the flames.

Everyone was tired, but nobody could sleep. The other three kept themselves on their toes in case it was time for one of their trials, Frank still tried to settle despite the rough conditions the group had been tossed in.

Another killer had left since it was time for their trial, leaving the antsy few to sit down until they came back.

Joey had sat down next to Frank, leaving Julie and Susie to themselves since he had so real interest in the girls’ conversations.

With the masks on Frank could tell the other man had something on his mind, it wasn’t hard to tell.

❝ You’re in pretty deep thought over there man. Barely said a word in like what.. Maybe a day in this realm’s terms? Talk about it. ”

The rest of the Legion was fond of Frank’s bluntness, he didn’t want secrets being held unless they shouldn’t be discussed to begin with.

“ You ever think about what your soulmate is doing ? We don’t know how long we’ve been her or how much longer we’ll still be here. What if we’ve missed out on meeting them already ? Kinda sad when you really think about it..”

Frank didn’t believe in soulmates, nor did he care for the idea. He didn’t need another person, he could be happy on his own.

“ So ? Who cares what a so-called ‘soulmate’ is potentially doing. ”

“ I care! I coulda’ been with em’ long ago, maybe– “

“ HAH! I bet’cha yours is probably a survivor you’ve killed before. ”

“ Man.. “

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Frank is running through the corn field trying to catch up to Meg, his legs feel like gelatin and his vision begins to become even more blurred than before.

He’s irritated that his frenzy had to be halted so suddenly, but he physically cannot move a second longer.

Hesitantly he sits between two of the lockers that stood side by side within the shack panting heavily, removing his mask and placing it to his left.

Most of the survivors were horribly injured with one of them already being sacrificed. He could let the last remaining three get a generator done before he gets back up, he wouldn’t take long to get back up again anyways.

“ Hey! You okay over here? ”

He hasn’t heard this voice before, yet there was an odd sense of familiarity in it’s tone.

You were peaking from the front doorway that exposed the fields, not a single scratch on your body. Frank’s eyes scanned you for a moment, discreetly hiding his mask behind him to ensure he didn’t alert you that he was what you needed to avoid.

He’s never even seen you before, however he wants to keep you here for as long as he can. He wants to hear you talk, to watch your look of worry fade into joy when he says something funny, he doesn’t even know your name yet he wishes to stay in your company for an eternity.

“ Oh, M’Fine. What about you ? ”

“ Trying to find everyone else.. I don’t know who’s still standing and who isn’t. Probably not safe to stay in here though, the killer could get us if we stay too long. Can you stand ? ”

You’re considerate. You’ve never met him a day in your life but you look into his eyes with sincerity — your hand reached out to grab his. Frank kicked the mask under a small gathering of hay from where he was sat. He could go undercover just this once.

The way you spoke gave him goosebumps and left and unfamiliar fluttering feeling in his core. Still in such a horrifying situation you were still cracking a joke or two that followed with care whenever he’d so much as stumble on a pebble whilst walking over to where a generator was located.

It felt.. creepy watching you work on generators with his excuse being that he’d ‘keep watch’ in case the killer came so he wouldn’t blow up your progress. Naturally he would’ve killed someone on the spot if he found them repairing like you were doing, but he didn’t want to harm you. Instead you are left unharmed.

Felix limped into the rustic home that sat next to the both of you, Frank had noticed before you.

“ Sit tight for a minute, I think someone’s inside the house. I’ll go in and see if they need any help. ”

You give a nod of understanding and Frank runs inside. He had full intentions of getting rid of your teammate, but he had to do so in a manner that wouldn’t incriminate him.

You could hear the two men screaming from the inside of the home, frozen with fear you didn’t know how to respond. Frank bolted out from the back door and in your direction, grabbing your hand and rushing you over to the tree where the animals were strung.

“ The killer was in there. I got away but he killed the other guy that was in there that I tried to help.. Needed to get you away from there. ”

God lying to you this way made his stomach churn, but he wants to try and remain as close as he can until this all ends. Your brief expression of fear makes his heart ache, would you look at him that way if you found out what what really happening?

All potential what-ifs that had began to plague Frank’s mind were cut off by the sudden sensation of your arms wrapped around his torso.

“ Even though you couldn’t save whoever was there, you still went back for me so that I could be safe.. That’s really cool of you to do. ”

Your words of praise rang through his mind like the sweetest melody, your embrace felt like what could only be described as heavenly. Shyly wrapping his arm around your waist with the other reaching up to place his hand on the back of your head.

A moment of silence had passed, the two of your still standing engulfed in the warmth of one another — this feeling of familiarity that you felt around this unknown man became stronger, hopefully he wouldn’t notice the way your cheeks warmed when he placed the hand that was on your waist onto your face.

You were incredibly stunning, even with your hair disheveled from the running, beads of sweat rolling down your temples because of the heat, your [e/c] eyes still looking deeply into his dark brown ones.

“ Should’ve told you this earlier but my name’s Frank by the way. ”

The two of you let out soft giggles from the late introduction,

“ [y/n]. My name’s [y/n]. ”

“ Pretty name for a pretty girl. ”

You swat at his shoulder causing him to let out a deeper chuckle, your moment of bliss interrupted by the gate beeping next to the both of you.

Frank’s heart sunk, he can’t leave with you. This is where everything crumbles and you’re never going to interact with him again after this.

All he can do is silently watch you pull down on the lever until the exit fully opens, he’s afraid, what does he do? run away? try and follow you out? what does he—

“ [Y/N]! GET AWAY FROM HIM! ”

Fuck. He should have kept chasing Meg at the beginning.

“ What ? Why ? Frank’s with us. ”

“ [y/n] please! He was going to kill me, he already got Felix and Vittorio you need to get away from him! ”

Frank doesn’t say a word nor does he make eye contact with you. His back is still facing Meg, he’s fighting every urge to snap back and kill her right where she is. But instead lets her bolt past him to grab your arm to lead you out the gate you had just opened.

You struggle with her for a moment whilst screaming at her to leave without you to which she hesitantly does. Leaving you with Frank once again.

The brunette still refuses to make eye contact with you, he silently waits for you so shout some kind of obscenity at him out of anger but instead,

“ Y’know if I can come see you after I walk out this gate ? ”

“ Wh- What ? ”

“ Well? ”

“ I- Well um- There’s a path from where the uh.. killers are that leads to where you guys are? We can’t kill ya’ but— “

“ I don’t know that path so swing by, I’ll keep an eye out for you. ”

You give him a smile and a little wave of your pinky and run out through the gate, Frank’s eyes never leaving you until that same familiar fog clouds his vision and disperses to have him back at the campfire.

“ Oh hey— “

“ What do you think about the possibility of your.. ‘soulmate’ being here. In this realm or whatever it is. ”

“ What’s with this sudden interest with soulmates now ? What happened in that trial man? ”

“ Just answer the damn question Joey. ”

Frank can hardly take his friend’s prodding to hear what sparked his sudden interest, bolting up to make his way to where your camp is located so he can see you again.

His mask is on this time, but he’ll take it off just so you can tell it’s him.

He can already see you from the small clearing in the trees looking around for him, to which you spot immediately.

That same beautiful smile on your face as you hop up from your seat to walk to where he was posted.

How much time can he be given now to waste with just you and nobody else.

••• ••• •••

FRANK HAS MESSY BROWN HAIR IDC IM RIGHT RAGHHHHHHH

it’s literally 3am & i got class in the morning but anything for my bbgs who also love frank🤭

#dbd imagines #frank morrison x reader #dbd x reader #legion x reader #the legion x reader #slasher imagines #slashers x reader

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blainesebastian · 1 year

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bookends

words: 4,008 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (request from @livwholikestv) “reader as librarian/works at a bookshop and Austin comes in every day to do research about Elvis“ warnings: none notes: requests are currently open :) thanks for reading! tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff, @stylesmendeshearted, @rairaielv,

You know that people probably find it silly you’ve decided that you want to work in a bookshop when the internet exists and Amazon and literally a hundred different reasons not to go into a place surrounded by shelves and the smell of paper. Those same people might say that libraries and bookstores are a dying breed—that there’s no reason to hold a book between your hands when you can download an audio version, or listen to a podcast, or buy a Kindle.

But in your opinion? Those people are idiots.

Not to be dramatic (kinda) but you were raised in book shops, cafes and libraries. Your mother was a constant reader before she passed, always had a book in her hands, always made sure you did too. You grew up between stacks upon stacks of books, physical ones, and your current apartment has a cityscape of novels, biographies, poetry, graphics, odds and ends and everything in between, fixed up on the floor of every room, read and need to read, all because your bookshelves are already overflowing.

To be frank, research with books is kinda a dying art form, or maybe you’re just talking to the wrong people. Your natural inclination when you’re looking things up is to find a book at work. Don’t get it wrong, you’re not anti-internet by any means, it’s just…there’s something about wandering through the stacks, finding the book you want or need, or sometimes it finds you, and flipping through pages between your fingers, dragging the pads across the lines, like you can somehow absorb information through osmosis.

Sometimes you feel like Meg Ryan in You’ve Got Mail, working at this little corner bookstore called BookEnds near your apartment and across the street from this perfect café in which you can get one of the best cinnamon scones you’ve ever tasted. You’d defend this place with your heart and soul—it’s not much but it’s everything to you. And people who spend time in here, who find something to buy, see that it’s got so much to offer.

More often than not, people are just unwilling to give it that chance—which is their loss.

Picking up a small stack on the front desk, you run through the titles and from memory, can gather where they go in the aisles without looking anything up. You feel like you need another round of coffee—your cat decided last night was the night to join the opera, and it was consistent and annoying. Almost like being part of a sleep test, up nearly every other hour. Running a hand through your hair, you let out a slow breath. Put these back first, then a coffee I.V. Maybe the café will actually have the hazelnut syrup that they’ve been out of that you’ve been craving.

The door opens, a small ding sounding in the bookshop and you get one look at the guy walking in—gorgeous, toned, blondish hair in larger curls near his forehead. Making a face, you reach for your co-worker’s elbow and gently touch the tip of your nose in a ‘not it’ signal.

Cathy laughs, getting a good look at him. “Oh my god, seriously?”

“He probably wants this obscure book for his girlfriend and I don’t have time to wander around for him while he attempts to get it right.”

She lets out a soft laugh because what? And you can’t help but roll your eyes back at her, a twinge of a smile on your lips. Okay, maybe that was a little harsh—it’s the coffee deficiency.

“I’m coffee deprived, can you just…”

She sighs and pushes past you, leaning against the counter as she smiles over at the handsome guy. “Hi, welcome in. Can I help you find something?”

“Yeah, uh,” He pulls out a list. And honestly you appreciate the grind, but you can’t even begin to think about doing that. “I was wonderin’ if you had any of these on hand?”

“Actually, you know what,” Cathy says as you round the counter with a stack of go-backs in your arms. “Y/N is pretty awesome at finding stuff like this.”

You stop in your tracks at the sound of your name, turning slowly to Cathy who’s grinning and wandering over with the guy’s list in hand. She trades you, taking the stack of books from your arms as she leans in—

“He’s cute.”

A soft laugh sounds in your throat, glancing over at the waiting customer and…okay, she’s got a point but, so? You’re still under the assumption that he’s here to somehow impress a girlfriend with this laundry list of books. Moving back around the counter, you lean against it to look at what he’s brought in and—

You raise your eyebrows because there’s ten books on this list, ten, and they clearly all fall to the same theme. Elvis: What happened?, Elvis & Me, Last Train to Memphis: The Rise of Elvis Presley…

“You doin’ a book report?”

He hums with a small nod, lifting his hand up to rub the back of his neck, “Somethin’ like that.” And uh, okay, strange—but you can’t deny you’re slightly intrigued. Maybe the guy is just into learning rock history. He’s kinda got that charm to him, just slightly, bedroom eyes, natural charisma.

“You got a thing for Elvis?”

He glances up at you, blue eyes bright and amused even though you’re not sure you get the joke. He smiles then—handsome, it reaches right into your chest and squeezes, “Sure, doesn’t everyone?”

You let out a laugh and gaze through some of the other titles. Your half wondering why he’s come to such a hole-in-the-wall bookstore for these when he probably could have done some sort of mass ordering on Barnes & Noble or Amazon but then he begins to talk again,

“I saw on your website that you do rent before you buy—kinda like a library.”

You hum and nod, “Yeah, we give you a card and everything. I call it ‘the book club for undecided people’.”

He smirks and undoes one of the buttons on his jean jacket, loosening up, your eyes glancing at his fingers as he lingers near the counter. He’s got this simple yet attractive look which…it works for him, doesn’t always for most people. The black jean jacket brings out the lightness in his eyes and the blonde in his hair.

Clearing your throat to kinda reset your brain, you take a look at the list again and do a mental checklist. “Okay so…we’re out of two of these right now and I can only lend out five at a time.”

He raises his eyebrows and you can tell right away that he’s either impressed with your memory or that he doesn’t quite believe the inventory.

“You can recall what you got just by lookin’ at the list?”

You playfully tap your temple, “All up here.”

You’ve worked here for a long time, pretty much all through high school, college…in and outs of this place down to the very floorboards that creak when you walk on them. He then switches gears, running a hand through his hair,

“Only five?” Back to the book renting, “Thought libraries could do a lot more than that.” And you’re about to tell him that this isn’t a real library, pursing your lips to explain— “Any exceptions?”

You scoff out a small laugh because okay, no matter how easily handsome this man is, you slowly turn the sign around that’s next to you on the counter to face him. In red font, Five Books NO EXCEPTIONS.

“We got a low inventory because or Mr. Exceptions like yourself.”

He crinkles his nose, definitely not thrilled with this information but you’re not sure what else you can offer him. “I kinda wanted to just hole myself up in my apartment and read.”

Taking a moment to look at his face, you can tell that there might be something more to it than that but you can’t put your finger on it. “All of them at once?” Just a small joke at his expense, but at least he smiles.

You take a clipboard out from underneath the counter, putting a form on there for him to fill out for the book rental.

“Fill this out, I’ll grab your first five. Unless you have a preference?”

He shakes his head, taking a pen out of the cup near the register. You hum lightly, moving quickly towards the aisles that hold the books you need. There’s a combination of Elvis Presley books in Biographies, Music History, and then some shelf names personal to the bookstore, like: Heartthrob Tragedies and King Shit (which has such a wide variety it’s almost funny).

Bringing back five different books for him, you set them down on the counter as he finishes the signature on the bottom of the form and pushes the clipboard towards you. Picking it up, you grab a card and peel the sticker off the back that his a barcode number on it and paste it to the top of his form.

“Alright,” You smile, “You’re all set. Happy reading.”

He takes a look at the books, his list sticking out the top of one of them. “So I just come back when I’m ready to purchase or trade in?”

“Yep,” You glance down at the form, “Austin.” You smile a little, “We get to do this all over again.”

He laughs softly through his nose, picking up the stack, “Looking forward to it.”

Was that a joke? There was definitely a smirk attached and your eyes follow him as he leaves the bookstore, the little bell jingling to signal his departure. Humming, you look down at the clipboard and begin typing in his information into the computer so he’s registered.

Cathy comes back around the counter, letting out a sigh that’s far too early in the day for. Ugh, you still need that coffee. Okay, form first, then a very large caffeine remedy. She takes the form off the clipboard when you’re done with it and you notice her eyes nearly bulge out of her head.

“What?”

“When were you going to tell me?” She laughs, motioning towards the paper, “I knew he looked familiar. Couldn’t put my finger on it.”

You’re so confused, kinda just blinking at her until she finally explains.

Cathy shakes her head, pointing to the paper, “Austin Butler. You know—Once Upon a Time in Hollywood?, Carrie Diaries…” She grins, “Shannara Chronicles!”

“Okay, now you’re just saying words.” You chuckle, moving forward to touch the bottom of the paper. “You’re saying that was him?”

“Definitely.”

You chew on your lower lip as you take a look at the computer screen, the saved profile of Austin’s in the ‘undecided book club’ tab. What are the odds? And all before your morning coffee.

You kinda forget about it—Austin, the Elvis books, the fact that this actor has found this corner of the city bookstore to wander into to look for his novels. Definitely a choice, right? Whatever, he probably won’t even come back himself, have his agent or something drop off the books he thumbed through and call it a day.

Except, you’re scrolling on Instagram one night and you come across a photoshoot of Austin and one click ends up on another post, another share, another Instastory, into a black hole of YouTube interviews and…turns out, seems like Austin is a nice guy. What can you really know from watching a bunch of that stuff, you’re sure he’s different in front of a camera vs. talking to someone but…even candid interactions he has with fans of his seem completely genuine.

There’s this moment where you kinda second guess whether or not that was actually him in the bookstore.

Your mind wanders about a lot of things pertaining to Austin, keeping you awake and staring at the ceiling and the rain against the windowpane. Why all the books on Elvis? Genuine interest or some kind of…research for a new project? A film? Wouldn’t that be interesting. Maybe you’re jumping to conclusion but your mind whirs with possibilities.

And you definitely feel like a zombie when you head into work, even with coffee in hand.

Cathy just kinda snickers at you and says nothing, which is good, because the last thing you’d want to do is ruin this perfectly good cup of coffee by tossing it on her. You get into the groove of the work day, though, helping out customers that wander in, tourists, putting books away that were either returned, misplaced, or from new shipments.

You decide you’re going to put together a great new display in the front of the bookstore for murder mysteries, so that keeps you busy, barely hearing the bell go off until you feel someone come up beside you. You’re debating on labeling it—I got 99 problems but Ms. Scarlet in the Library with a candlestick ain’t one. Probably too long…but funny, right?

“Do you actually read any of these before you put them out in front like this?”

Your heart jolts right up into your throat as you recognize the timbre, stomach flip flopping in this embarrassing way because before you had no idea who Austin even was and now your body is acting like a schoolgirl with a crush.

Centering yourself, you turn a little to look at him, your eyes taking him in. He’s wearing a pair of blue jeans and a simple black t-shirt, leather jacket this time because of course he is. Looking far too handsome to just be browsing through books.

“Yes,” You raise your eyebrows, “As many as I can—life gets in the way sometimes, you know.” He hums in agreement, picking up one of the books on display to read the back. You’re feeling antsy underneath your skin, “Buying any books today?”

“Elvis & Me,” He replies, putting the book down to give you his attention. “Really liked that one.”

You smile a little and…swear he’s beginning to sound like Elvis, just a little? Some of the inflections in his tone, the roughness around the edges. Or maybe you’re imagining things.

“Definitely a good one,” You agree, “Kinda sad though.”

“All are kinda sad.” Austin adds and you suppose you can’t disagree with that.

You walk to the counter with him as he takes the other books out, a few pages folded at the tips but you won’t lecture him on that. There’s this comfortable silence that’s filled with cars outside, tires on slick rain-covered pavement, soft movement and people moving throughout the stacks, footsteps on wood.

You open up his profile on the computer by typing in his last name and you kinda glance up at him to find that his eyes are already on you, trailing over your form. You really try not to give him the satisfaction of blushing.

Sighing a little, you lean against the counter and consider your words carefully before meeting his gaze. “So…were you gonna tell me?”

It takes him about a half a second to realize what you’re talking about and he purses his lips, eyes sparkling in shared amusement and cheekiness. “Maybe…would it have let me rent more than five books out at a time?”

You laugh softly, checking off each of the books he’s returned before ringing him up for the Elvis & Me. “No, but that was a solid attempt.” You look at the list he’s brought back and tap the paper with your finger, “Next five?”

He nods and follows you into the stacks as you search for his books. It’s kinda nice actually, because once you find one of the books he wants, you’re able to hand it to him to hold. It doesn’t take you very long, you know this place like a blueprint imprinted on your mind—and Austin notices that.

“What made you want to work here?”

You hum, a small smile tugging the corners of your mouth. You feel like it’s such a loaded question sometimes and you swallow down the urge to reply sarcastically, the knee jerk reaction to defend your choices. Why be a bookstore clerk when you could literally be doing anything else? Like having a successful career?

“Well, it should be fairly obvious that I love books,” You smile over your shoulder, moving towards another aisle, “And uh…” You have no idea why you’re telling him this, he’s practically a stranger, and yet you know Austin relates given your late night research and there’s this aura around him that you can’t explain that makes you feel completely comfortable with him, “Well my mom loved to read, she always had something different in her hands,” You lick your lips, handing him another book. “She died two years ago.”

Austin pauses, a soft nod, “I’m sorry. Makes you feel closer to her, I’m sure.”

As you turn a corner, you hesitate to look at him. He does get it, without you even having to say it, “Yeah, exactly.”

There’s one more book that’s on Austin’s list that you’re having a bit of trouble finding but it’s probably because the teenager who works in here on Saturdays mis-shelved it. You chew on your lower lip, checking one more place.

“So I’m assumin’ you’ve got a favorite book.”

“Oh of course,” You check behind a few novels and…got it. Pulling it out triumphantly, you put it on Austin’s stack in his hands. “Doesn’t everyone? Though it really depends on the mood I’m in—how are you ever supposed to pick just one?”

He smiles as he listens, like the concept of having multiple favorites is intriguing. And it’s definitely one of things you noticed in the interviews you watched, how Austin gives his complete attention over to another person. He might have been the one being asked questions in some cases but he gives that equal attention back—easily looping you into the warmth of the conversation by making sure he knows your name, asking questions back, listening with intent, not just because it looks good.

So you feel like he’s waiting for a legitimate response and…well, you want to give it to him. You do love talking about books.

“Favorite like…I could read it a million times over or favorite as in ‘if I could only pick one book to read for my whole life’?”

He purses his lips, “Last part.”

You hum, something difficult. Alright, well, you enjoy a challenge. You ponder the question a few times over as you both walk to the front of the store, getting ready to check him out for his new set of rented books.

“My favorite is The Things They Carried by Tim’O Brien,” You smile a little, putting his new selection of Elvis related books under his profile and pushing them towards him when you’re done, “It’s historical fiction and I know that sounds boring right off the bat,” You laugh, “But the writing is really beautiful and it’s told in a series of vignettes that you can read separately or out of order.”

Austin smiles, “You have a copy here?”

Your eyebrows crinkle together a bit in confusion but you nod, “Yeah, I can uh…I can add it to your rent list for next time.”

“I’ll just buy it,” Austin replies, taking his wallet out.

You let out a soft laugh in surprise, “Uhm, I mean…you don’t even know if you’re gonna like it yet.”

“But it comes so highly recommended,” He teases, “And it’ll give me a good reason to ask for your number.”

There’s a long string of moments in which you know he can’t be serious, the back of your neck heating up and your cheeks going red. That seems to be the response he’s after, because his eyes flutter over your face, a small smirk pulling the ends of his mouth. And that doesn’t seem fair at all.

You bite the inside of your cheek, keeping him on his toes too by saying, “Really think I’ll need to hear your review on my favorite book first.”

Austin doesn’t expect that, you can see it on his face as he slowly smiles, nodding as he gathers up the books he’s taking with him. “I’ll be back with a review then.”

And while you’re not exactly going to hold your breath? You can’t say that you’re not looking forward to that.

Cathy thinks you’re downright crazy, and maybe you are, but it seemed like such a smooth idea at the time to have Austin wait to get your number. But then a week passes, and then two, and then it’s an entire month.

Then it’s three and you’re almost certain this man isn’t coming back.

There’s no set return date for the books, exactly, either. If a customer doesn’t bring them back within a year, their card is charged. But you have a feeling that’d be something insignificant to someone like Austin. There’s no use fretting over it—maybe you missed a moment, a shot, and yet nothing is stopping him from coming in either, right?

You let it go (barely, but you’re working on it).

Coming into the bookstore later one day than you usually do, a cup of coffee in your hand, you’re looking down at your phone (rookie mistake) and nearly knock someone right over.

“Oh sorry,” You look up at the jet-black haired guy and…blink.

“Just the person I was lookin’ for.” Austin smiles and you’re pretty sure your brain is restarting because—

“Did you…” Your eyes graze over his curls, the style exactly the same except for the shade and it brings out the blueness of his irises. Definitely not a bad look for him, but unquestionably striking in difference, “What were trying to come in undercover since you disappeared for three months?”

He laughs lightly and at least has the decency to look a little guilty, “Yeah I uh, I got caught up,” And there’s an apology in the tone of his voice even though he doesn’t say the words out loud. You wonder if it has anything to do with the sudden hair change…which looks very closely related to Elvis, if you were to think about it.

“But it gave me a chance to read your book like I said I was goin’ to.”

You hum and move towards the counter to put your things down, sliding your coat off your shoulders. You’re genuinely wondering what he thought about it, especially since you didn’t think he would read it at all…or commit book-robbery and come back into the bookstore. So a pleasant surprise for sure and you straighten your shoulders, attempting to shake out the frazzled feeling nipping at the bottom of your stomach.

You pick up your coffee and take a long sip, “So—what about a two-word review to get us started.”

Austin licks his lips, leaning against the counter as he thinks about it. Not an easy answer, for sure, and you’re glad he’s actually taking the time to formulate a response.

And then— “Hauntingly beautiful.”

Your stomach drops straight to your knees and it feels like a breeze brushes through the bookstore, traveling down your spine. You swallow over an emotion in your throat, heartbeat kinda picking up in your ears and while you know it’s a coincidence? It just doesn’t feel like one.

Your mom used to use the exact same words to describe your favorite book. Hauntingly beautiful. Something that Austin would obviously never know.

Taking in a short breath, you grab a post-it from near the register and scribble your name and phone number on it, handing it over to him with a small smile.

“Good answer.”

Austin smirks, taking the post-it with an agreeing hum. You have no idea where this is going to go, if anywhere, but you’ve always been a fan of reading new books…and you’re looking forward to see how this chapter is going to write itself.

#austin butler #austin butler x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #mccall writes things

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𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔!

HOW TO REQUEST

— state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and what you want with it

— do you have any specifics for the reader? male, female, blonde, poc, etc?

— requests can be send through inbox or dms, but inbox is heavily encouraged!

— PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOT ME TO WRITE SOMETHING THAT JUST SAYS “_____ x reader fluff” WITH NO FURTHER EXPLANATION!! GIVE ME A PLOT LINE!!

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

platonic

romantic

familial

any gender x any gender

headcanons

poly relationships

sensitive topics

x reader

ships (canon or non-canon, so long as it’s not problematic)

i. i WILL write cheating, but not if a character is going it to the reader/another character. i’ll make someone comforting another person after being cheated on, but i won’t write finnick odair cheating on someone

same thing ^^ goes for homophobic, transphobic, ableist topics like that, and. well i guess the same goes for abuse?

WHAT I WONT WRITE:

smut (i’m 14)

yandere

incest

student x teacher

canonically gay character (ex: wylan van eck) x fem!reader for romantic requests

canonically lesbian character x male!reader for romantic requests

songfics (nothing against them, i just don’t know how!!)

things about ocs

ship fics

character list (more to come!)

❍ = easiest characters to write for

bolded — favourite characters to write for

KEEPER OF THE LOST CITIES

❍ sophie foster, ❍ dex dizznee, fitz vacker, ❍ keefe sencen, ❍ biana vacker, ❍ marellla redek, ❍ maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, ❍ wylie endal, ❍ jensi babblos, stina heks

CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

❍ peter pevensie, ❍ edmund pevensie, ❍ susan pevensie, ❍ lucy pevensie, mr tumnus, ❍ caspian, eustace scrubb, jill pole, shasta, aravis

RIORDANVERSE

❍ percy jackson, ❍ annabeth chase, ❍ grover underwood, ❍ jason grace, ❍ piper mclean, ❍ leo valdez, ❍ hazel levesque, ❍ frank zhang, nico di angelo, will solace, reyna arellano, rachel dare, ❍ travis stoll, ❍ connor stoll, thalia grace, magnus chase, ❍ alex fierro, carter kane, sadie kane, lester papadopolous, lavinia asimov

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

❍ christine daaé, ❍ raoul de chagny, erik destler, ❍ meg giry

p.s. i’ll write for the movie, musical, book and 1990 miniseries versions!!

HARRY POTTER

harry potter, ❍ hermione granger, ❍ ron weasley, ❍ luna lovegood, ❍ neville longbottom, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, ❍ sirius black, remus lupin, ❍ james potter, ❍ marlene mckinnon, mary macdonald, dorcas meadowes, lily evans

RIDE THE CYCLONE

ocean o’connell rosenberg, ❍ noel gruber, ❍ mischa bachinski, ❍ ricky potts, jane doe, penny lamb, ❍ constance blackwood

SHADOW AND BONE

❍ alina starkov, malyen oretsev, ❍ genya safin, ❍ zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, erm others i accidentally deleted remind me to update this

SIX OF CROWS

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, ❍ jesper fahey, ❍ wylan van eck, nina zenik, matthias helvar

THE OUTSIDERS

ponyboy curtis, ❍ johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, ❍ twobit matthews, ❍ dallas winston

THE HUNGER GAMES

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, ❍ finnick odair, ❍ johanna mason, marvel sanford, clove kentwell, cato hadley, ❍ cinna

IT (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, ❍ stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, ❍ mike hanlon

THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

❍ agatha of woods beyond, ❍ sophie of woods beyond, tedros of camelot, ❍ hort of bloodbrook, ❍ hester of ravenswood, ❍ anadil, ❍ dot, nicola, aric, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, leonora lesso, clarissa dovey

THE LAND OF STORIES

❍ alex bailey, ❍ connor bailey, ❍ red riding hood, ❍ jack, ❍ goldilocks, ❍ bree campbell

SCOOBY DOO

daphne blake, ❍ fred jones, shaggy rogers, velma dinkley

LITTLE WOMEN

❍ jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, ❍ laurie

A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO MURDER

pippa fitz-amobi, ❍ ravi singh, naomi ward, ❍ cara ward, connor reynolds, ❍ jamie reynolds, nat da silva

THE MIGHTY DUCKS

❍ charlie conway, adam banks, ❍ lester averman, guy germaine, ❍ connie moreau, julie gaffney, ❍ ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson, ❍ fulton reed

DRACULA

dracula, ❍ lucy westenra, mina harker, arthur holmwood, ❍ renfield, dr seward, abraham van helsing, ❍ quincey morris

FRANKENSTEIN

victor frankenstein, ❍ adam frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, justine moritz, ernest frankenstein, henry clerval, the bride

DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE

henry jekyll, ❍ edward hyde, ❍ richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

MONSTER HIGH

gotta update this one guys,,,

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

john bender , ❍ claire standish, allison reynolds, brian johnson, andrew clark

THE POWERPUFF GIRLS

❍ blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium , ❍ brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

DAVID BOWIE

❍ jareth, thomas jerome newton, david bowie

SWEENEY TODD

❍ sweeney, anthony hope, ❍ mrs lovett, johanna

THE ROSEWOOD CHRONICLES

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, ❍ jamie volk, ❍ ollie moreno, ❍ raphael wilcox, ❍ anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

HAIRSPRAY

❍ corny collins, ❍ seaweed j stubbs, amber von tussle, tracy turnblad, penny pingleton, link larkin

MISC. CHARACTERS

sarah williams, ❍ bernard the elf, ❍ rodrick heffley, ❍ varian

#marlee organization <3

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A Graveyard Smash

and here is the last one of the year! Hope you guys enjoyed our shorter but still there Halloween fics :) Pairing: Platonic the seven + a bunch of other ones x reader Word count: 2k Warnings: none! -Asnyox < prev.

You didn’t know what to expect from the grove as a party destination, yet you were slightly blown away. You noticed how most of the decorations were themed around the destruction of nature- pollution was replicated by snack stashes for the satyrs (and perhaps some fauns from Camp Jupiter, you were certain you saw Don somewhere sneaking around), there were red and yellow lights all around, simulating fire and there were many skeletons (which, given how Nico had immediately left after the group call two days ago, probably was courtesy of him). You didn’t know how to feel about the possible real skeletons laying around, so you opted to ignore the possibility of Nico summoning them.

However, you also saw that Meg and her siblings had deemed that to be a rather serious theme to decorate in, so here and there you found some more, handcrafted of reusable materials, generic halloween decorations. Except for carved pumpkins. There were so many pumpkins, but they were all uncarved. You guessed they didn’t want to show actual body horror to the dryads. There was some old-timey Halloween music playing, although you were unable to find any speakers. Guess the trees to really speak to you if you listen.

As you saw Leo and Jason’s costumes you just knew that Leo had bribed Meg to know what the theme of the party would be like. He must have, why else would he think of these costumes? You had to admit, you didn’t know Leo owned a hat this tall, but you didn’t put it above him to have crafted it himself.

“I don’t think the Onceler’s hat was that big?” You walked up to the duo, “Or the Lorax’s mustache that big.”

“I am lucky to not have to deal with the orange paint,”. Jason grimaced. Leo elbowed him.

“Say the line Jason!” Leo whispered, loudly. Jason sighed and deadpanned.

“I am the Lorax! I speak for the trees!” Jason tried to make a more spooky sound at the end of the sentence, after which Leo jumped forward, borderline belting.

“How ba-a-a-ad can I be?” Leo’s ‘be’ ended, somehow, on a S-tone so it rhymed with Jason’s phrase. He was grinning proudly. Jason tried to hide it, but he did seem to get amusement out of his friends' behavior. You laughed.

“Jace, I have to be honest with you,” you looked at your friend, “I had a bet with Nico that you would be a tree. Will won though, he guessed the Lorax.”

“You had a bet?” Jason shook his head, “Let me guess, you do have a spare tree costume and want me to put it on so you win?” You laughed again.

“I wish,” you turned to Leo, “How is your hat staying up when it’s this tall?”

“Support beams made out of metal rods and foam!” Leo’s eyes sparkled, “carton in between, I can show you after the party, I swear it’s so structurally sound. Annabeth would love to know the skeleton of. this hat.” Leo pouted,“ It’s too bad she has been so busy with school lately, she would have loved to work on this thing together.”

“Everyone was suffering under me indeed,” you sighed dramatically, intentionally showing off your outfit.

“Wait, you’re-“ Jason got up real close to one of your sleeves, “That’s my English essay! How the fuck did you get your hands on that!” Jason shivered, “I still haven’t heard back from it, I sure hope I passed.”

“I shalt not say, dear Grace, whether you passed or not,”. You smiled, “However, I have my sources and thankfully an amazing artist who hand copied all of your work.”

“Luckily I do not have anything on here,” Leo laughed, “Dying was the best decision for that.”

—-

You found two sheet ghosts with cowboy hats a bit further out, talking to each other.

“But you’re so cute though!” Hazel exclaimed, “I’m sure Nico meant no harm.”

“I know it was just weird seeing that.” Frank sighed, “Hedge seemed really happy though.”

“Boo!” You yelled and the pair jumped up. After a second Frank leaned back. You couldn’t see his face underneath the sheet, but you figured he looked upset.

“That’s our line (Y/n)!” He faked exasperation.

“Yeah! We’re the cow-boos after all!” Hazel snickered while saying her phrase.

“Cow-boo? Oh- I get it,”. You smiled, “Yeah that is funny.”

“It doesn’t seem like that when you say that,”. Hazel sighed, “Well, what are you then?”

“Oh, for you I have my left leg,”. You smiled deviously, “Praetor's have a lot of paperwork after all.” You held out your leg. Frank and Hazel moved their eye holes to see more clearly as they bowed down to take a look.

“Uh Frank,” Hazel hesitated, “I think we forgot something.” Hazel pointed at your knee, “I did not fill out this document which we had to hand in yesterday.”

“I did uh, I did not either.”

“Fuck” they said in unision.

“Also how did you get these?” Hazel sounded panicked, “These are classified documents!” You laughed.

“Look, most of my costume is deadlines,” you added a spooky ‘ooooooohhhhhh’ to the last word, “but for you two I also choose to be a security breach. I can give you the name of the one who gave Calypso the files.”

“That would be great.” Frank said, “Uh, Hazel, maybe we should quickly IM someone at Camp Jupiter about the deadlines we missed.”

“Yeah, also (Y/n) you better hide your legs or we will steal your pants.” Hazel glared at you. You slowly backed away.

“How about dinner first?” You joked, as you ran for it.

——

You quickly weaved around the crowd, trying your best to get away from Hazel and Frank. You stumbled into what seemed to be the heart of a gathering. On one side of the circle you had Rock, Paper and Scissors. On the other side you had The Argo II, together with the seven demigod heroes who defeated Gaea.

Except that Will was just standing on the side. You joined him quietly.

“This was Nico’s plan?” You asked him and he sighed,

“Yes and he stood on me being Percy.” Will looked at you, “As if he wanted to rub in that Percy was his first crush.”

“You look nothing like Percy though,” You laughed, “You’re blonde.”

“Nico wanted to force me to wear a wig,” Will shook his head, “I opposed him, wigs are itchy.” Will smiled softly, “Although the Cocoa Puffs are adorable, and it warms my heart to see Hedge in his element like this.”

“I look nothing like Will!” Percy’s voice sounded loudly. He seemed offended, “At least Frank looks really cute.” Percy pouted. One particular Cocoa Puff puffed out their chest in pride. Nico stood in the middle of it all, dressed at what you assumed to be a Reyna costume, as Reyna stood next to him, dressed in Nico’s clothes. Nico could hardly stop smiling at the reactions to the Cocoa Puffs. You were about to ask Will something when

“BAM!” Hege yelled as he hit you from behind with a blow-up bat, “YOU JUST GOT ARGO’ED!”

“Amazing,” you looked Hedge up and down. He was wearing a boat around his middle, and on his head was a … Festus Hat? Hedge looked like an excited child.

“Whatcha think, huh? Valdez even delivered on the hat!” Hedge let out an excited bleat, “Although it was all the kids idea,” he pointed at Nico, “I’m really happy to be included though! It’s been a while since all my cupcakes were in the same spot with me! And now I even got two batches! OH! I see Zhang over there, gotta hit him too!” And Hedge ran off.

After a moment of silence Will and you locked eyes, and both started laughing.

“He’s having a blast,” Will smiled, “Nico was right to get Hedge involved. How’s the scaring going?” Will turned to you.

“Hazel and Frank are panicking about some forms they forgot and the security breach,” You grinned devilishly, “Jason is just mostly disappointed, and I still have to show the Rock, Paper Scissors trio my outfit.”

—

Annabeth hated your outfit. Whether it was the fact that you got her only failing grade paper on the back, or the fact that she did not want to think about the last minute mistakes she made in two of the other papers she would not tell you. However, she did say she would find Leo to, and you quote, ‘definitely not set fire to your costume and ruin Calypso’s hard work’. Percy held in his laughter until Annabeth was out of earshot.

“So where’s my work?” Percy eagerly looked around your jacket, and you pointed him towards the sleeve.

“Sally was eager to give it to me, she seems proud of your grades, even if they aren’t that high.” you said, and Percy had a bit of an embarrassed blush on his face.

“Whenever I get a passing grade she keeps it,” Percy explained, “to remind me what I am capable of.” He was still inspecting your arm, but suddenly stopped, “Wait, is this- I wrote this when I was 7!” he was now a mess, “Please don’t tell me you read it.”

“I did, Percy.” you cackled crazily for a moment, “Percy Jackson or should I say Aqualad! I am your embarrassing past!” Percy glared at you.

“Just because I wrote a Aquaman and Little Mermaid crossover does not mean I wanted to BE aqualad (Y/n).”

“I think it does,” Piper spoke up, “Also I appreciate the effort but I will not be looking for my work, thanks.”

“Aw, Pipes, come on,” you begged her but she shook her head.

“Deadlines cannot be scary unless you face them, so I am procrastinating.”

“Unfair!” you glared at her, “Piper Mclean I will come for you! You can run, but deadlines always catch up to you!”

After a moment of silence all three of you laughed.

Your moment was interrupted by Meg calling for attention. She was dressed as Gollum, while Apollo stood next to her in a Frodo outfit. A bit further in the back stood who you guessed to be Grover from the satyr legs, dressed as Gandalf.

“It is time to announce the winners of tonight's costume contest!” she yelled, and everyone cheered, “We have seen many amazing costumes, but one duo certainly blew us away.”

Percy, who still stood next to you, breathed out a soft ‘dam’.

“What? You really thought you would win with ‘Rock, Paper, Scissors’?” you whispered and he just looked at you.

“I could dream okay?”

“Please come forth!” Meg paused, “Gideon Nav and Harrowhark Nonagesimus!” After a moment, filled with cheers, Calypso and Thalia took the stage looking absolutely stunning and creepy. Calypso was dressed as Harrowhark, with intricate face paint and basically wearing a skeleton around herself. Thalia was Gideon, with more shabby facepaint, the iconic sunglasses and with a six feet claymore on her back. They both bowed, looking up smiling.

“By my rules,” Meg continued after a moment, “You get to decide where to host next year, so where will it be?”

Thalia and Calypso looked at each other and Thalia shrugged, “I don’t know where I will be with the hunt, so it’s up to you Calypso.” Calypso looked a bit panicked, before taking a deep breath.

“I guess it will be at the Waystation then!” she announced, and there were loud cheers from the crowd.

As the party resumed, you hoped Calypso would be earlier with the invitations than Meg had been. After all, working with deadlines was pretty scary.

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