#i personally think it’s around 10- since it’s almost impossible to get a hit in without taking turns
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HEY so like uhhhh it’s been a while bc I’ve been being an absolute girl queen pussy BOSS and I’m essentially running my golf course alone like 60 hours a week so I haven’t had much free time 🥲 ANYWAY I present to you uhhh this!
CW: reader is hit on by a creep, punching, brief mention of blood, dom!ish?reader, sub!ish?Leon, fem reader, mf uhhh yearning, pining, uhh some longing and desiring, a little languishing (Leon is stupid,) p in v sex, unprotected sex (DO NOT DO THAT,) Leon uses every pet name in the book but that’s cuz he loves you, man I can’t think of anything else I’m writing this on the clock. If I missed anything let me know pls my angels mwah!
Word count: 2,145 words of Leon drowning in misunderstanding trope
“Oh my God, are you fucking jealous?”
Fuck that guy. Leon couldn’t stand him. The way he pawed at you, the way he stared at you like you were something to fucking eat. He swears he could kill the bastard. He gripped the glass in his hand hard, wondering absentmindedly if he might break it but not able to bring himself to care. Why did you have to come to this bar with that guy? Why didn’t you want to go with him?
You’d told him you were going on a date this morning in the break room of the station when the two of you ran into each other in search of coffee. He faltered, almost dropping his coffee cup, but he knew he had no right to say anything. The two of you were best friends and had hooked up a handful of times, but it was never more serious than that, not that Leon didn’t want it to be. He loved you desperately, he had from the very beginning, but how could he tell you that? You were perfect, beautiful in every way and he knew he was lucky to even have this small part of you. There was no way he was messing that up by spilling his guts for you and potentially driving you away, so beyond your close friendship, he kept you at arm’s length.
That’s precisely why you were going on this date. You didn’t like the guy all that much, but you were head over heels for Leon and he certainly didn’t seem to feel the same way, so the other man was a convenient distraction. Every time you tried for some intimacy that wasn’t sexual, Leon would seem to lose interest. He wouldn’t hold you after sex the way that you liked. It’s not that he would skip aftercare altogether; he’d get you cleaned up and situated to the best of his ability, but he’d either leave your apartment right after or wouldn’t touch you.
It’s not that he didn’t want to hold you after sex. God, he’d give anything. But he knew that the second he had you in his arms in any way that was that tender, he wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut or his heart steady. He wasn’t risking that.
The two of you were at an impasse, and that’s what landed you at this bar at 10 o’clock on a Friday. The guy you were on a date with was okay, what was his name? James? Jake? Whatever. He was impossibly boring and a little gross, so you didn’t feel the need to memorize his name since you didn’t think you’d be seeing him again. He was also wildly drunk and had his arm around you, squeezing you a little tighter than you thought was necessary, but the date seemed to be winding to a close, so you figured you’d have your personal space back shortly. You paid your tab (there was no way you were letting this guy spend any money on you,) and turned to your date to say goodbye.
“Well,” what was his name? Better just skip it. “I had a lot of fun, but I think I’m going to head out. I’ll call you, okay?” You absolutely would not call him. He stood, swaying a bit.
“Come on, little lady,” he leered at you. “Don’t you want to come back to my place?” Fuck no, you didn’t, but you tried to stay polite.
“No thank you, but I’ll talk to you later, okay?” You turned again to leave but he grabbed your arm, pulling you in close to whisper in your ear.
“You really think you get to just leave now?” Your blood ran cold. No fucking way. You tried to wrench your arm away but he held fast. “Don’t fight me on this, kitten, you know you owe me.” He leaned in even closer to flick his tongue against your earlobe, nearly making you gag. Then he was gone. What?
He lay on the ground in front of you now, hands covering a bloody nose someone had delivered him. Who? Your eyes shot up and locked on Leon’s, a soft expression on his face as he looked at you despite his bloodied knuckles. When did he get here? Leon turned away from you to look back down at the man, his expression changing to icy in an instant.
“If you ever touch her again, I swear to God I’ll kill you with my bare hands,” he spat. The man scrambled to his feet and darted through the crowd that had started to form, rushing through the front entrance of the bar full tilt. Leon looked back at you. “My car, now,” he snapped, holding his hand out for you but giving you the choice to take it or not. You did.
He helped you into the passenger seat of his Jeep, closing the door behind you before getting in the driver’s seat himself. “I’m taking you to my place,” he told you, leaving little room for argument. You nodded.
The ride back to his apartment was quiet, both of you not saying anything from when you climbed into his car to when you plopped down on a chair in his tiny kitchen. You watched him cross his kitchen to the little sink, wetting a rag to dab at his now scabbed-over knuckles. He winced, and you stood from the kitchen chair to take the rag from him and help him.
He stayed silent and let you wipe away the blood. Two knuckles had split but not badly enough to need stitches, which you told him. He thanked you as you used a paper towel to dry off his hands. You hadn’t looked him in the eyes once during the entire process, and hoped he didn’t notice. He did.
“Why?” He asked you. You knew what he meant, but pretended you didn’t.
“Why what?”
“Why him? Why not me?”
You sighed. He knew damn well why, which you told him. He shot back that he definitely did not. You relented.
“Because,” you mumbled, “I want something that you won’t give me. I figured I wouldn’t find it in him, but I’m not going to get it from you, either.”
He was still confused. What in the world were you talking about? You saw him tilt his head to the side, his brows furrowed. You sighed.
“I love you, Leon, I have for a long time. I know you don’t love me back and I understand that, I’m okay with it, that’s why I’m looking for it elsewhere.”
“What?” He asked, eyes wide. You were frustrated now.
“I love you! I love you, okay?” You threw your hands up, tossing the bloody rag in the sink. “How many different ways do you want me to tell you, Lee? I’m fucking tired of-“
“Oh my God,” he cut you off. You were annoyed before, but now you were pissed.
“‘Oh my God,’ what, Leon? What, are you disgusted or something? Jesus Christ-“
He cut you off again, this time not by speaking over you but by pressing his lips to yours. Huh? He pulled away, your eyes still wide.
“I love you too.”
He loves you too. He loves you too. Holy shit. You grab the sides of his face and pull him in for another kiss, taking him by surprise. He let his hands fall naturally at your waist, trying to seem nonchalant, but he fisted desperately at your shirt and moaned high in his throat when you sunk your teeth into his bottom lip. He pulled away, eyes lingering on the string of spit connecting your mouths before he ducked his head to place wet, needy kisses to your throat.
“Please, honey,” he begged between kisses, his hands wandering. “Please let me touch you. Promise I’ll make you feel so good, please.” You pulled him away from you by his hair, and he whined pathetically.
“You want to touch me?” You asked, one eyebrow raised. He nodded. “Get on your knees and beg.”
You expected him to protest, but he didn’t miss a beat. He knelt down in front of you lightning-quick, hands on your thighs and the most desperate look in his eyes you’d ever seen. Perfect.
“Baby, please, I’ll give anything, I’ll do anything, just please let me touch you, let me taste you, I’m desperate, honey,” he pleaded.
“Bedroom,” you ordered, and once again he obeyed. He stood and slung you partway over his shoulder, making you laugh before making the short trip to his bedroom and throwing you down on the bed. He did nothing else, though, seemingly waiting for more instructions. You obliged. “Undress me.”
He nodded once and began to undress you, starting slow but getting sloppier and more desperate as he struggled with the button on your jeans. You took pity on him and undid the button and the zipper, allowing him to pull your jeans and panties off in one motion and throw them to the floor without any further interference. He reached to dip his fingers into your pussy but you grabbed his wrist, making him whine.
“So quiet until now, what happened?” You teased. He whined again.
“Wanna touch you, please,” he begged. You shook your head.
“I’m completely naked and you’re fully dressed. Do you really think that’s fair, Lee?” You questioned. He shook his head. “Undress yourself then.”
He began to take his own clothes off, somehow more desperate that he’d been when he’d undressed you. You managed to stifle a laugh when you heard the tear of fabric, wondering what he’d just put a hole through in his rush. You slid off the bed and stood when he finished, pushing him to lie down instead before climbing on top of him, straddling him just below his cock. He whined, reaching out for you. Part of you wanted to deny him, to punish him for all he’d put you through these past few months, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You relented, allowing him to grab at your waist and lift you up as you used your hand to line his cock up with your entrance before he pushed you back down, sheathing himself completely.
He threw his head back into the pillows beneath him, golden hair strewn everywhere and sticking a bit to his already sweaty forehead. His teeth were gritted, pretty blue eyes pricking with tears as he squeezed them shut, fingers digging into your hips. He cried out in a way that could have been pathetic if you didn’t love it so much.
You gave him a moment to regain his composure as you sat atop him, but the second his heavy panting began to even out, you lifted your hips and slammed them back down, causing him to cry out again.
“Fuck, baby, feels so good,” he moaned, lifting his hips to meet you in the middle of every thrust. As the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, he circled your clit with one thumb, trying desperately to keep up some semblance of a rhythm.
You ground against him with every thrust and were worked up enough physically and emotionally to know you weren’t going to last long.
“Lee, Lee I’m gonna cum,” you panted.
“Oh, honey, please cum on me, I wanna feel you squeeze me, feels so fucking good,” he rambled, his hips stuttering a bit. He was close too.
The circles around your clit became more sloppier and more desperate. Leon was trying like hell to get you to cum before him because he knew he wasn’t going to last.
“Come on, my pretty girl, cum for me, yeah? Please, please cum, I want it so bad, sweet thing,” he whined. A particularly sharp thrust finally sent you over the edge.
The rhythmic clenching of your pussy around him sent him over as well; he soon followed you, spilling into you with a cry. You rode him through both of your orgasms, finally lifting yourself off him when the aftershocks died down. He whined at the overstimulation and the feeling of his own cum dripping out of you onto his stomach. You laid next to him with a huff, your legs exhausted.
For the very first time, Leon pulled you into his arms and squeezed you tightly as you lay beside him, one hand rubbing your back gently. You pressed your forehead to his chest, allowing yourself to enjoy the genuine intimacy he was finally affording you, but the feeling was cut short by another more unpleasant one that made you grimace.
“Lee, I gotta get up. Your cum is oozing out onto the sheets.
“Stay here for just a few more minutes, sweet girl,” he replied sleepily. “I’ll help you change the sheets later.”
YEEEAAAAH I LOVE MISUNDERSTANDING TROPE
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Healing Shadows: Part 11
Azriel x Reader
Summary: Reader is a gifted surgical healer and water bender. Rhysand needs her help when he finds out about Feyre’s risky pregnancy. Azriel finds out reader is his mate.
Warnings: smut
Word Count: 1,808
Notes: thank you all so much for all the love on my very first fanfic! 🥹 (and my first time writing smut 🫣) I hope I did the series justice and you all love this ending as much as I do 🥲 let me know what you think 🖤 ps I see all your requests and will get to them soon! thank you for sending them in 🫶🏼
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Part 11: Forever
Mate.
Breathing became difficult. You slowly backed away from him, off the couch and into the kitchen.
“What?” Your voice trembled, barely above a whisper.
Azriel opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out.
His shadows, once swirling around your arms and hands, were nowhere to be found.
The buzz from the wine wore off as your heart sank into your stomach and you were hit with cold sobriety. The familiar prickle of anxiety tingled its way down your arms and legs, into your fingers and toes.
“How am I your mate?”
“I don’t know how, Y/N. I just know that you are.” Azriel’s eyes were pleading, begging, searching yours for an answer. “I’ve known since the night of Solstice at Rita’s. That’s when it hit me.”
At Rita’s? When you were all over Lucien?
It made sense.
The way Azriel was glaring at you that night, his moodiness during training, how you heard his thoughts in your head as if they were your own.
He wasn’t a daemati. He was your mate.
It made sense, yes, but why didn’t you know? Why haven’t you felt anything?
You began pacing, cold sweat trickling down your back. The cabin suddenly became too hot.
“I don’t get it,” you said, your back facing Azriel as you ran to the kitchen window, desperate for fresh, cold air in your burning lungs. You shut your eyes, letting the cool breeze calm and center you. “If you’re my mate, why don’t I feel anything? Why hasn’t it hit me, too?”
You heard Azriel push off the couch and take a few tentative steps toward you. “Sometimes the bond clicks for one person and not the other. I’m not sure why it hasn’t for you yet.” A few steps closer. “But…you don’t feel anything? You haven’t felt any spark between us? I…I can’t stay away from you, Y/N. You drive me absolutely mad. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, day and night. You don’t feel even…a tiny bit of that?”
Your body was on fire from his confession. Of course, you felt the same. But you had suppressed all those thoughts, desires, feelings. You told yourself it was impossible. Until today, you thought Elain was his mate.
But it was you.
His equal, his match, his mate.
You whipped around to find Azriel standing closer than you had expected.
“Of course, I—“
You choked on your words—something tugged in your stomach so hard that you almost stumbled toward him.
You looked down, convinced there was a thread caught in your shirt that was pulling you, but…no. This was deeper, something visceral, hidden in your body and soul.
You slowly lifted your gaze to him, your heart stuttering at his achingly beautiful face.
There it was.
A thin golden thread, connected from your chest to his, glowing between you both.
Azriel’s shadows swarmed around you, wrapping you both in a frenzy of darkness as the rest of the cabin melted away. It was just you and him, Y/N and Azriel. He was suddenly the center of your universe, his breath becoming one with yours. You felt him in every fiber of your being, every beat of your heart, every breath of air in your lungs. You could hear his shadows chanting softly in the distance, mate mate mate, a beautiful, melodious song that was written in your soul. You were his and he was yours and nothing else mattered, not now, not ever. The stunning, kind, strong, patient, beautiful male standing before you was your mate.
Your breath caught as you reached for the bond and gave it a tug, and Azriel gasped in response.
The bond shone brighter, stronger.
“You see it?” His eyes were watery as he asked with a deep, soft laugh, the one that sent shivers along your bones.
“My mate,” you breathed, marveling at the bond, and within a second Azriel had you pinned against the kitchen counter, his strong arms wrapped around your waist as he leaned in and growled against your ear, “Say it again.”
Warmth pooled in your core at his intoxicating scent, stronger than ever. You tangled your fingers in his hair as you moaned again, “My mate.”
Azriel’s chest was heaving, his breathing uneven. He pulled back with a crazed look in his sparkling hazel eyes, studying your face. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you nodded, laughing and crying all at once.
“Do we have to do anything? To make it official?”
Azriel broke out in a feral grin. “You just have to feed me,” he murmured against your neck. “And then I’ll be feasting on you.”
You shuddered at the thought, leaning to your side to grab an apple off the counter, bringing it up to Azriel’s mouth. He took a slow bite, your eyes fixating on the juice that escaped the corner of his mouth, dripping down his face and onto your fingers. The fruit dropped from your grasp, all you could focus on was his soft, plump lips as he leaned down, licking the juice off your fingers, never breaking eye contact. Fuck, you were barely breathing. You craned your neck in turn, licking the juice from the side of his mouth up to his lips. You waited, savoring the moment of being so close to him, drunk on his scent, unable to think about anything other than his hard body up against yours. Azriel grabbed the back of your head and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours, flicking his tongue across the seam of your mouth. His shadows swirled faster and faster around you, and all that was left was their sweet, soft darkness, cocooning you and your mate. You opened for him, your tongues instantly dancing and exploring each other.
Azriel’s restraint snapped at the sound of your moaning into his mouth.
You wrapped your legs around his muscled torso as he carried you effortlessly into the bedroom, tossing you onto the soft bed before ripping off his black sweater, his beautiful Illyrian tattoos on full display. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, his perfectly sculpted body, his massive wings, the bulge in his leathers.
“Az…” you groaned, needing his touch, his mouth on yours, his body against you.
Azriel stared at you, mouth open. “I haven’t heard you say my name since the first night we met.”
You held out your hand, guiding him into bed. “Again,” he commanded between kisses on your cheek, your jaw, your ear.
“Azriel.”
He whimpered at the sound of his name on your beautiful lips, kissing your neck as his hand trailed up your stomach, cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers. His touch was electric and you needed more.
Az stroked his way down the plane of your stomach until he reached the waistband of your leggings, slipping his hand underneath. A growl escaped him as he felt the wetness soaking you through the fabric. “Fuck, so wet already,” he ground out, barely coherent through his lust for you. You arched into his touch, grabbing a handful of his silky dark hair while he teased you, flicking his tongue across your nipples and trailing kisses down to your pelvis.
“Please, Az,” you begged, needing his mouth on you.
Azriel obliged, tearing your leggings off with one strong hand and pinning you down with the other. “Do you taste as sweet as you smell, pretty girl?” he purred against the inside of your thigh. You writhed under his touch, unable to bear his teasing.
Azriel began with a long, sweeping stroke of his tongue against you, his soft, warm fingers separating your slick folds, moaning into you, salivating at your taste. “Fuck, you taste even better than I dreamed.” You ran your fingers through his hair, over his massive shoulders, until you found his wings, now spread to their full, massive extent behind him.
His wings.
With a soft touch, you slid the pad of your finger across the inside of his wing, and Az released an animalistic growl in response. You continued playing with him as he feasted on you, sliding and pumping his fingers deep inside at a perfect, aching rhythm, until he was stroking that sensitive spot in your core.
“Az,” you rasped, and he knew you were close. He kept pumping inside, sucking your sensitive bud until you were screaming his name, arching off the bed and climaxing on his beautiful face.
You needed him still, desire coursing and aching through every vein.
“Come here,” you barely managed to get out through breathless pants, grabbing Az by the arm and pulling him towards you.
You looked down between you two, Azriel’s incredible length rubbing against your sensitive, soaked pussy. “Are you sure?” he asked, kissing and sucking on your neck. You had never been more sure of anything. You rocked your hips up to meet his in answer. Az immediately reached down, lining himself with your entrance and slowly inching in. With the first push of himself, you fell back, head slamming against the pillow, the sensation sparking fire through your body. Azriel kept going, inch by inch, until he was entirely inside. He fit perfectly, like he was made for you. You could barely breathe, barely think as you began rocking your hips again, letting Az know you were ready. He slowly pulled out, almost to the tip of his glorious cock before slamming his hips against yours. Az began pounding you at a devastatingly slow pace, climax building in your core.
Azriel pulled away from your neck to press his forehead against yours.
“My mate,” he breathed against your mouth. “I love you.”
His words were your undoing.
You cried out his name, over and over with each thrust, the bond shining brighter than ever between you two. Azriel locked his mouth around yours, moaning into you as his pace became wild, tears lining your eyes as you both became the stars and the moon and the sun and the sky, wind and fire and earth and breath and the entire universe, all at once as you both found your release together. You were his and he was yours until the end of time. Az drew out the maddening pleasure until every inch of your body was burning with desire and want.
“I love you,” you said back as he finally eased down, laying his head in the crook of your neck, his warm, muscular body heaving as you both tried to catch your breath.
Az pulled out slowly and rolled over to your side. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his hazel eyes burning with love and adoration. Your eyes welled up again at the sight of your beautiful mate. You traced a finger along the tattoos spanning his broad chest as you whispered back, “And you’re mine.”
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Hey dear! As you are one of the lotro specialists on here I have to ask: did you do the epic battle in pelargir? Because I just can't finish it, every time I play the instance one of the twins dies, no matter which approach I try. I am a solo player, but at this point it seems like I will never be able to complete the battle and continue with the epic storyline :( do you maybe have any tips or tricks for me?
Bear with me as I hit you with kind of a wall of text, because this is a question with multiple parts to the answer.
I assume Retaking Pelargir is your first Epic Battle, since it's the first one required to advance the main quest. The thing is... it's kind of a terrible first EB. It's not impossible to complete it solo without having already done some EBs before, but it's really hard, and I think you have to already be really familiar with the instance. (In fact, I honestly think it's the hardest one to solo, personally.)
Ultimately the reason why you're not succeeding is kind of technical. EBs are designed with sort of a cumulative gameplay style in mind; the more you do them, the better you get at them, by filling out your EB Promotion skill tree, which is a lot like your regular trait tree, but more annoying. Promotion Points are gained by completing objectives in EBs (the better you do, the more Promotion Points you get), and then you can use them to unlock EB-specific skills, like the ability to use siege weaponry, command soldiers, or whatever the hell is going on in the Vanguard trait tree. And unfortunately, you can't easily solo Retaking Pelargir without a fair number of Promotion Points already invested.
Once upon a time, you had to do the Rohan EBs to advance the main questline through Helm's Deep, before they added the Storied Tale instances that let you skip them. (I think they plan on doing this for the Gondor EBs too, but just haven't gotten around to it yet.) As a result, by the time you got to Pelargir, you already had quite a few Promotion Points under your belt that prepared you for the challenge.
Basically, you have two options. You'll have to get someone to run it with you, or you'll have to get some Promotion Points.
It's a pretty fun instance so if you're willing to venture into LFF you might find some people willing to run it with you, and if you get a full group of six you can usually get away with just running along with the group and attacking enemies as they come. Alternatively, if you have a friend who's already got some Promotion Points you can duo it. As with most instances, the duo setup is exactly the same as the solo setup, so it's easy to take a friend through. (If you're on Crickhollow or Evernight, I have characters on both servers who can do it, although with my current schedule finding a time for this might be a challenge.)
Before I launch into the somewhat messy explanation of how to earn Promotion Points, it's worth noting that you can just buy them. It's in the LotRO Store under Account>Content>Instance Finder, 395LP for 10. I don't think this ever goes on sale, although with the new store interface you can probably use coupons on it. If you're really frustrated and just want to get it over with and don't want to play with other people, this might be the best option for you.
Personally, though, I think that's overpriced and always earn my Promotion Points in-game. In order to do this, you're going to have to do other Epic Battles. Good starter EBs are Helm's Dike and The Defence of Minas Tirith. But you might want to avoid the latter, as it is also part of the main quest later on, and Helm's Dike is easier IMO anyway. It almost plays itself, although it is a huge timesink. (In order to get through the Battle of the Pelennor Fields, you'll have to do The Defence of Minas Tirith and Hammer of the Underworld, but don't worry! They're way easier than Pelargir. If you get through Pelargir you'll get through them no problem.)
So. How to earn Promotion Points. This is, in my opinion, very inadequately explained in-game, so my apologies if I'm overexplaining. It took me forever to figure this out.
Every Epic Battle has one main objective and several side objectives. You earn Promotion Points by completing these objectives. The better you do, the more Promotion Points you earn. There's a finite number of Promotion Points you can earn from each objective, but you can replay the instance as many times as you need to earn them. There's no way to permanently lock yourself out of Promotion Points, so don't worry about that.
The first time you run an Epic Battle you're not going to do well (or even succeed) on all your side-objectives. That's part of the design. The idea is to earn a few Promotion Points, do the battle again, do a little better, earn a few more, etc. etc. and so on. But as I said before, Helm's Dike is pretty easy, and has a lot of side objectives so even if you don't do well you'll come out of it with a good number of Promotion Points. The thing to keep in mind is that your first few runs are going to suck. This is normal, you're not doing anything wrong.
Anyway, once you've built up some Promotion points, you can really start making a dent in Pelargir. Ideally, you'll want one hundred twenty. Sixty, however, is just fine. As a general rule, you want to invest in the Engineer (yellow line) trait tree in Rohan and the Officer (blue line) trait tree in Gondor. (Vanguard is only useful if you're playing with other people.) Pelargir is a little bit of a special case, though. If you have one hundred twenty Promotion Points, put sixty into Officer to unlock Two-handed Stance and sixty into Engineer to unlock the ability to deconstruct barricades. In the Officer trait tree, invest points into your heal and haste orders. Ignore banners (they buff other players) and corruption removal (it basically never comes up). In Engineer, get as many levels in traps as you can and then focus on Disable Contribution. If you have sixty Promotion points, set up one of your trait trees to have all of them in Officer and the other to have all of them in Engineer. You'll be switching between them throughout the instance. You can only switch trait trees out of combat, but I'll explain where to switch in a little bit.
Ideally, your trait tree should look something like this:
The key to keeping the twins alive during retaking Pelargir is to keep fights from lasting too long. Out of combat, they heal very quickly, so as long as you can get them to drop out of combat regularly they will be fine. Throughout the instance, you will want to right-click on Captains to buff the damage dealt by their squads. If you're using two different trait specs, start in the one with points in the Officer tree. First, click on the sword icon in the Captain's menu and then on the axe icon to switch the squad to Two-handed Stance. This will make them deal more damage, but have less defense. They'll be fine, though, because you can heal them through this menu. My go-to strategy is to just hit all the buffs at the beginning of the fight and then hit them again as soon as the cooldown ends and repeat.
(Epic Battles are less like other instances in that you're more directing/commanding troops rather than doing the fighting yourself.)
As soon as you have the first captain set to two handed and have buffed his troops, switch to your Engineering spec for your traps. (Officer buffs still work in this spec, but they're weaker, so try to buff before switching whenever possible.) The first part of the instance is pretty basic, just take down the corsairs as you run up the stairs. As you start the final climb to the winch above the gate, drop a trap in front of the door in the wall, then switch back to Officer spec when Elrohir starts talking about opening the gate. Defending the winch is pretty simple, just keep buffing your troops and taking down corsairs until the gate is open. If you have enough Promotion points to have traps in Officer spec, drop them as often as you can, too.
As soon as the gate opens and Aragorn enters, jump on a mount and run down the stairs to the next gate. As soon as you can, click on the next captain (click through the gate if you can), switch him to Two-handed Stance, and buff. (You may have to dismount for this. If you do, mount up again immediately. This part is all about speed.) Then, immediately switch to Engineer spec and ride forward to where you can see barricades. I assume this is where you're losing the twins, as this is where they always die for me in this instance. Buffing your troops here will help a lot, but the only thing that consistently keeps them alive for me is the barricades, and this is what you really needed all those Promotion Points for. You have to have sixty promotion points in Engineer to deconstruct the barricades and reposition them. You want to deconstruct them and move them to the chokepoint between the two static barricades. (You may want to load up Helm's Dike and practice moving and placing barricades, as it's kind of an awkward system, and in Pelargir you only have a very short time to get everything set up.) The barricades should be two deep, and spread out a little bit, as their area of effect is a little bigger than their actual model, and no enemies should be able to get through this chokepoint without passing through them. This will slow down enemies dramatically, essentially giving your troops free hits on them. Enemies will also sometimes attack the barricades instead of your allies.
You can still attack enemies while building the barricades, as long as you don't move, but be careful, because when you're done with the barricades you want to be out of combat so you can switch back to Officer spec. Enemies in Epic Battles prioritize NPCs over you, so as long as you haven't attacked anyone in a bit you should be fine. If you are in combat, find out who with and take them down without aggroing anyone else ASAP. A good alternative to attacking while building the barricades is dropping Engineer traps, especially caltrops, which damage enemies over time and can be devastating in combination with a wall of barricades.
Once you're out of combat, switch back to Officer spec and keep buffing your troops for the rest of this fight. During this bit, there will be two optional side objectives and one required side objective. My advice is to ignore both of the optional ones. You don't have to complete them to complete the instance, and one of them will ask you to leave the immediate area, which can get one or both of the twins killed unless you have a rank 6 Engineer (and sometimes even then). The other one sends a boss after you. If you ignore him, he will despawn after 90 seconds or something. I recommend only engaging him if one of the twins does. You can also cut grappling hooks to reduce the number of enemies attacking you; I never do this as it makes this stage of the fight last longer, but it can help prevent you from getting overwhelmed.
The required side objective is Kisung Teng. Once he spawns, you're basically done with this part. Immediately focus in on him and take him down ASAP, as he speeds his allies up and can do a lot to counteract all your hard barricade-building work. But by the time you take him down pretty much all of the other enemies should be taken down themselves.
If you get this far, congratulations! That's the hardest part of the instance. It's a cakewalk from here. There's still a slight chance of losing a twin at the very end but it's not too bad. The instance is paused at this point; Elladan and Elrohir will run ahead to the next gate but they won't open it until you follow them. I recommend switching back to Engineer spec, deconstructing a barricade, and picking it up, but to be honest you don't have to. If you do, wait for the cooldown to reset and switch back to Officer spec before following the twins.
Another captain will run in from the right after you pass through this gate. You know the drill. Switch him to Two-handed stance and buff. There are a few enemies in the streets here, but nothing too challenging. When you get to the very last bit of the instance, switch back to Engineer spec and then place the barricade, if you have it, somewhere along the wall to the left, where it will catch enemies climbing up. There are two catapults set up here; build at least one of them and then start firing it into the corsairs you can see below. This will reduce the total number of enemies you have to fight hand-to-hand. When they start to make it over the wall switch back to officer stance and start buffing, but keep firing the catapult until you can't hit the enemies below anymore. At this point there will be another optional side-boss. If it's Thisarti my advice is to ignore it, if it's Okurayo definitely attack him and hold his aggro or else he might take down one of the twins.
After a bit of this, there will be a cutscene where Aragorn and the Oathbreakers will arrive on the scene. You have a brief reprieve during the cutscene; my advice is to heal your troops during this time. Then a whole bunch more corsairs will come your way, pursued by Oathbreakers. You can try to hit them with the ballista before they climb up the wall if you want, or not. The regular corsairs aren't much of a concern to be honest, especially with the Oathbreakers that follow them up. Keep an eye out for Zagaroth. He's the last non-optional boss, and once you've beaten him, you've won the instance, pretty much.
TL;DR: the two main takeaways are that you should be buffing your soldiers constantly, and you gotta set up those barricades or you'll get overwhelmed. Keep in mind that in order to succeed at the instance and advance the main quest, you don't have to do any of the side objectives (except Okurayo), so every time the game tells you to do something proceeded by "New Quest" you can probably just ignore it. Elladan and Elrohir dying or the winch being destroyed are the only failure conditions. I've never once seen the winch actually get destroyed, though, so I wouldn't worry about it too much. Just stick close to the twins and keep all your troops doing as much damage as possible as fast as possible.
EDIT: I just realized I mentioned Helm's Dike as a good way to get Promotion Points and then moved on, and I forgot to say that I have a mostly-finished guide to Helm's Dike somewhere that I can dig up and post if you want, which should help if that's the route you decide to take.
#lotro#oh this turned out even longer than i expected#sorry its just that epic battles are just so much. theres so much going on#and the game doesnt really explain it so i feel like i have to reinvent the wheel every time i talk about it#anyway the offer to run you through it with one of my characters stands if youre on the right servers#if not shoot me another ask and maybe we can hook you up with someone on your server#unfortunately the thing is. the fastest and easiest way to get it done is to get help#but i get it tbh playing with others is very scary/stressful unless i know them well#long post
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Hi! could i request headcannons for claude faustus or sebastian michaelis from black butler developing a platonic father-daughter relationship with a maid at the manor who never really had a father. Nothing romantic about the relationship just pure fluff.
Thank you so much <3
Of course you can! Ooohhhh this is going to be so cute to write!
Sebastian Michaelis
• It started out as him finding out about a new addition and next thing you know, he's made himself your father!
• You first walked in to the door and he looked at you going " This is my kid now. "
• Now, he has no clue you never had a father growing up so when you get frustrated with him he has no clue why! (Very clueless demon dad)
• He's Suttle in being a father figure but still has no clue why you'll look annoyed at it
• When you get into a fight one night and scream why you get annoyed, This man is clueless for a week! (Has to ASK the others what it is)
• When he figures it out though oh LORD!
• He's very patient and will let you adjust to it (Since it's unfamiliar to you) when you do he has your favorite treats ready and a kettle of your favorite drink
• He is protective as all hell! Knowing your a mortal and can die is enough to make him keep you locked up in the manor! (Which has happened multiple times)
• Lots and LOTS of constant reminders throughout the day! " Don't forget to clean the guest bedroom! ", " Please be careful with the knifes! ", " Don't get lost now! I don't want to have a wild goose chase with you! " (Ciel will never admit it but he finds it funny)
• He will make you breakfast in bed before he has to tend to Ciel. He will put you above the person HE HAS A CONTRACT WITH!
• When you get hurt it's almost impossible to convince this man it's not that serious (He's a demon, your a human. He treats you like a fragile doll)
• Husky and doberman energy at the same time
• NEVER let him figure out your birthday! If he does find out, prepare for a fuckton of gifts and a giant party!
• Someone tries flirting with you? Dead before the sun rises. Get kidnapped? He will burn lodon to the ground to find you.
• He's not a very touchy person but if you need it or are someone who needs attention/physical touch for conformation on things it flips like a switch!
• You can get a nightmare and he will pick you up, make you a plate of sweets, and let you sleep in his room so you aren't scared
• Find someone you want to marry or date? Think of a dad that will shoot your date if your not brought home the EXACT time he gave (If he approves of them, don't let your guard down. Just don't.)
• 10/10 one of the best fathers at the manor
Claude Faustus
• Alois always needs more maids (mainly because a lot of them quit) so once Claude heard about the new arrival, he didn't think you'd last a week!
• First thought? " I give them 4 day's. Let's see if they can keep up with the highness. "
• By the 4th week, he has deemed you his kid (Also because your the only one to fight his words)
• Compared to Sebastian, he gives you no time to prepare or even be comfortable with this
• You can fight him every step of the way and he will not back down (Alois walk in with you holding a knife to his throat once)
• When it FINALLY hits him across the face (Literally, you slapped him) about why your pissed at him he is the most apologetic man the world has seen
• It's takes 4 days before you finally give into him wanting to be your (With many flaws) dad. He makes alot of food to celebrate (with Alois knowing)
• He is, in no way, the best emotional support person! (I'm leaning more into the anime version of him) He's very emotionless so, if you can, help him!
• Like Sebastian, He knows about your mortality all too well. But by the GODS is he worse! You can't even be let past the garden sometimes!
• The amount of 'Touch them and die' energy he puts off, he has probably rid any chance at marriage you have.
• He is very protective of you, especially around Alois, and him seeing a single tear about to fall is enough to make him want to commit mass murder (Which HAS almost happened)
• Just doberman energy. That's all.
• Nightmares are not a issue! He's there while you fall asleep making sure you get a good night's rest
• Get hurt? He has the others take care of you while he finds the source of your hurt (If it's not human he'll fume over a fucking chair. A CHAIR.)
• He cooks for Alois yes, but if your hungry? " Alright, but you'll have to wait. " 30 minutes later he's made something along the lines of a thanksgiving feast.
• He's not big on birthdays. The best you get is a single present and a cupcake.
• He has scared off every suiter in site. If not, they have 0 to no chance at even dating you. (Secret relationship is a no go. He finds out one way or another.)
• I'd have to rate him 8/10
There you go lovely! I hope you like them, and feel free to add on to them as well! Hope you enjoy them and it is what you wanted!!!!!
#black butler#sebastian michaelis#claude faustus#alois trancy#ciel phantomhive#father daughter relationship#platonic#request#cute headcanons#fluff
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Happy Birthday to Me
I turn 18 in 4 hours and 36 minutes.
18 represents the symbolic end of childhood and the beginning of adulthood. The ending of one chapter, and the start of another. A new period of life that comes with responsibilities, expectations, and a ridiculous amount of pressure.
I graduated high school on June 10, 2022.
I was in 10th grade during the first lockdown. The end of my sophomore year directly influenced my junior year. I was completely virtual and spent September 2020 to June 2021 staring at my bedroom wall and wishing I could disappear. During that time, I should have figured out a major and colleges to apply to. But every time I would think about college, I would have an anxiety attack. Eventually, senior year rolled around. It was “crunch time” so to speak. My dad did his best but I was unwilling. I graduated with no applications even sent out. And I have no idea why. I don’t know why I couldn’t just ask for teacher recommendations, or write a college essay. I just couldn’t do it. It’s been almost a year and I have yet to come to a conclusion.
I haven’t been truly happy in 4 years.
The last time I remember not feeling anxious or sad or depressed was the night before I started 10th grade. My freshman year of high school was amazing and I made some of my closest friends to this day. But sophomore year was the complete opposite. During the school year, I had my first panic attack (of very many to follow), I had a teacher who made it her life mission to make me miserable, and it was the first time I genuinely didn’t want to live. When Covid hit, it only got worse. I spent the entirety of my junior year wanting to die. I broke down every day, I couldn’t eat or sleep, and I cried through a test of two (thousand). It slowly got better during my senior year, but anxiety is a cruel bitch. Now, sitting here with virtually no future, those feelings are back in full force. They almost feel worse this time because I understand what they are now. Just existing feels impossible and suffocating these days. I can’t bring myself to do anything. I have to get a job soon since I’m not doing school, but I’m dreading it.
I feel so isolated.
My family has a real issue of disregarding feelings. I can’t talk to my family because they would say some shit like “You need to grow up” or “I guess I’m just a bad parent then”. Thank you so much for the support guys. I’m just supposed to be happy and positive ALL THE TIME. Meanwhile, I wake up everyday wishing I could just go back to sleep and never wake up. I handle my feelings like every mature person: I cry all the fucking time. I cry myself to sleep, I cry when certain songs play, I just fucking cry. The worst part is that it’s the only thing that makes me feel slightly better afterwards.
BONUS:
In the little break I took while writing this, I got a wonderful reminder of why I really fucking hate my birthday. My parents are divorced, and HATE each other. They can’t be civil with each other for two minutes (not even for their kids). I’m at my moms house on my birthday, but wanted to see my dad at some point during the day. I asked if he wanted to go to breakfast, and I got a short, nasty message back saying he has to work. I decided to drop it then, and wait until when I see him in 2 days. No, of course not. He then asks if we can go to dinner, but I already have dinner plans with my mom and sister. So, my sister and I spent over an hour trying to figure dinner out, only to have my dad shoot down and criticize everything we suggest. So, I get to sit through a miserable birthday dinner with my dad and sister, and I don’t get to have dinner with my mom.
And of course I procrastinated while writing this, so when I post this, I will turn 18 in 1 hour and 30 minutes, and it feels fucking horrible 👍.
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quarantine longings
pairing: best friend!kevin x fem!reader
word count: 3.2k
synopsis: you and your best friend have sex because quarantine made you horny
warnings: best friends to lovers, takes place during the pandemic, spoiler of 356 days (but not the end, just generally the plot), no use of condoms but only the pill, creampie, sexual fantasies, fingering, hand-job, sex, slight angst at the end if you squint
a/n: I would literally die for kevin, I love him so much. I'll be writing a multiple parts series about him after I'm done writing scenarios for every member first.
requests are open!
masterlist + requests
you slammed your foot hard against the wall and cursed in pain. you hopped on one foot to your bed, holding your other leg in agony and tasted blood as you bit your lip to keep the volume of your suffering groans in check. someone knocked on the door.
'are you okay?' your roommate asked concerned.
'no, leave me alone, kevin,' you croaked out. you wanted to suffer by yourself.
there was an awkward silence and then you heard him sigh. soon after, the door next to your room closed shut.
why were you so frustrated, one might ask? well, the pandemic was kicking your butt and you just couldn't take it anymore. when the news of the virus had first spread, no one thought it would become this serious. but suddenly everyone was walking around with masks and spent most of their time staying at home.
after graduating high school, you and kevin had decided to move in together for college because both of you were broke and couldn't afford to live alone. you had been best friends since middle school and had been convinced that it was a smart idea at the time.
and everything went smoothly for the first one and a half years. however, after not seeing anyone else since the start of the pandemic over a year ago, it became increasingly difficult to share an apartment, but not in the way one might assume. you were neither sick of each other nor did you fight a lot. to tell the truth, it was quite the opposite.
earlier, before you had kicked the wall in anger, the two of you had painted together. kevin was majoring in art and, since you didn't have anything better to do, you joined him while he did projects for his classes. you might have been majoring in journalism but you had always liked drawing and painting, even though you weren't particularly skilled. you were a naturally clumsy person, always tripping over air and dropping things. today you were hecticly moving around your hands while telling him about a stupid video you had seen and you accidently let go of the brush in your hand. it hit the side of kevin's face, leaving a wide splodge of red paint on his right cheek.
to get back at you, he jerked his paint brush and splattered some green color on your white shirt. you saw this as a challenge and soon both of you were both drenched in the colors of the rainbow, laughing hysterically on the floor, not caring that you were spreading the paint on the poor carpet.
you turned your heads to look at each other and you felt absolutely in peace. you loved this man and couldn't be more glad that it was him and not anyone else you were stuck with inside of this apartment.
he stood up to take off his stained shirt and your smile quickly faded off your face. your lips slightly parted and you couldn't help but stare at his now exposed biceps and abs.
your mouth watered and you felt heat pooling between your legs as you took your time to study his architecture. thoughts about how badly you wanted him to thrust into you while his strong arms held you up invaded your mind. you tried to shake them off but it was impossible.
occasions like this were slowly becoming a common occurrence for you.
having mostly stayed inside for over a year, also meant that you didn't have sex for that long. it's not like you were the horniest person on the planet but you still had needs that were being neglected. with kevin being home all the time you didn't even dare to masturbate, scared that he would be able to hear you through the frustratingly thin walls. you must have gone insane with all the lust building up inside you and that's why you suddenly craved to have sex with your best friend. this whole thing was destroying everything. it was hard to act normal when he was making you this nervous and heated but you tried to pretend that everything was fine anyway for the sake of your friendship.
that was the reason why you were angry and had hurt yourself. you hated the way you felt about your best friend and you hated the pandemic for not giving you an outlet to escape so you could recollect yourself.
what you weren't aware of was that kevin was no stranger to the exact same frustration.
he would need more than his ten fingers and ten toes to be able to count the amount of times he had to run to the bathroom to hide his boner because he had done so much as look at you bend over or stretch. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable but it was a challenge to try and calm down his hormones.
whenever he jacked off, images of you flashed through his mind; your sweet curves and pink lips drove him insane.
last week, you two were cooking together and you had asked him to get the salt. he stood behind you to reach for it on the highest shelf. he was forced to press his crotch against your butt cheeks and his dick hardened against his will. he quickly handed you the salt, excused himself and ran off before you could figure out what had happened.
he might not have known the cause of your sudden outburst but he sympathized with your fury because he had a lot of pent up anger towards covid as well.
he lay in his bed and tried to focus on the book he was reading but he couldn't tune out the groans coming from the room next to his. he cursed.
'stop it!' he was panicking as he saw a familiar tent forming in his pants. your sounds triggered some weird perverted part of his brain that sent signals right to his genitals. his dick was hardening and he saw no other solution to his problem than to give in to his subconscious desires.
he pulled down his pants just far enough so that his cock had enough room to spring out. it only needed a few strokes before it stood tall and angry. kevin pressed his head into his pillow and moved his hand fast. he wanted to get over with it quickly. he emptied his cum on his stomach while imagining your greedy little mouth being stuffed by his cock. he lay there panting as yet another round of shame flushed over him.
'get yourself together,' he whispered, mentally slapping himself.
***
'do you want to order japanese or italian?' you asked kevin. today was friday which meant it was time for your weekly tradition of ordering take out and watching a movie.
'definitely italian. we've already had japanese for the past four days. I need something else for a change,' kevin complained and shuddered at the thought of having to eat sushi again. the japanese restaurant prepared absolutely delicious food but he just couldn't stand it anymore.
you laughed at his pained facial expression. 'fine, italian it is.'
within twenty minutes the doorbell rang and after about half a minute kevin came back with two huge boxes.
he opened them on the small table situated in front of your couch and the smell of freshly cooked pasta seasoned with basil made your stomach growl.
kevin wanted to dig in already but you stopped him. you had to choose a movie first.
'let's watch tall girl. I saw everyone hate on it on tiktok,' you suggested.
'I think we should watch 365 days, that was all over my for you page as well,' kevin argued. you hadn't heard of it so you weren't sure whether it would be the right movie for you. the rule was that it had to be as bad as possible.
'according to what I have heard, it's apparently even worse than 50 shades of grey,' kevin added which piqued your interest. the both of you had watched 50 shades about two months ago and you were honestly shocked by how awful it actually was. you couldn't understand why everyone had been so obsessed with it when it was first released. if 356 days was really worse, then you'd hit the jackpot. you clapped your hands.
'fine, you win. I swear if the movie isn't as horrible as you say it is then you owe me something!' he intertwined his pinky with yours to promise.
watching horrible movies was way better than watching good ones. making fun of bad storylines, stupid characters or horrible editing was one of your favorite past times.
'I guess I'll have to add are you lost, baby girl to the top 10 worst lines ever spoken. who thought ah yes this is sexy, let's have him repeat it over and over again', you complained, shoving some pasta into your mouth.
'so he's like I won't do anything without your permission while he is literally groping her boobs against her will, like make it make sense, massimo', added kevin, ruffling his hair in frustration. he almost completely forgot about the food.
'so let me get this straight: he drugged her, kidnapped her, tied her up, hung up a painting of her just because he saw her face when his dad was shot?'
'totally relatable.' both of you giggled.
you were enjoying complaining about the plot. it was horrible.
there were plenty of erotic scenes but they were honestly so funny and kinda gross that you could bare it without really being affected by them. kevin, on the other hand, had placed a pillow over his hard-on to hide the embarrassing fact that these terrible, smutty scenes had turned him on.
and then the infamous boat scene came.
massimo and laura had a huge fight, she fell of the boat, he saved her and now she was suddenly so in love with him that she begs him to fuck her. which he does.
you felt your panties become increasingly wet as the couple had steaming hot sex.
'this is embarrassing but I'm so horny,' you admitted but in a way that should have suggested that you meant it as a joke. something about this statement stirred something in kevin.
'well, what can I say?' he replied and lifted the pillow. your pupils widened at the sight of your best friend's bulge.
his eyes darkened and he looked at you with lust clearly written on his face. you reciprocated his stare with the same intensity. you tried to focus on his dark brown orbs instead of his boner but the image you had just seen was present in your mind.
his gaze shifted to your lips and, before you knew it, kevin climbed above you and pressed your back flat onto the couch.
your lips locked and you immediately buried your hands in his hair to pull him closer. you moved in sync, his lips fitting perfectly onto yours. you bucked your hips up against his crotch and earned a moan from kevin. he opened his eyes in shock as realization hit him. he quickly pulled away and jumped off the coach.
'I'm so sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have just done that. I don't know what came over me,' he apologized profusely, staring at his feet. did he really think that you didn't want this?
'give me your hand,' you told him and held out your hand.
'why?' he raised his eyebrows in confusion. you rolled your eyes.
'just do it.'
you took his hand and led it to your crotch.
'what are you- oh my god.' your juices had completely soaked through your panties and your sweatpants. 'you are so wet.'
'for you,' you added. 'there's no need to apologize. I'm literally begging you to continue.'
you didn't have to say that twice before he pulled you closer to him by your hips and engaged you in another desperate kiss. his hands were groping your butt while you let yours slide under his hoodie. you felt his naked skin and toned abs, as you rubbed his stomach. you lowered your hands and bravely palmed his boner through his clothes.
'y/n,' he hissed out against your lips. you hooked your thumbs in the elastic of his pants and underwear, and pushed the material down to his thighs. he struggled to get them off.
you stroked his hard dick as he slipped his hand into your panties to massage your pussy at the same time.
he slipped one finger inside and began working it in and out. you finally were getting the relief you had been desperately craving for for so long. kevin was skilled and your walls were trying to swallow his slim finger. you were quickly coming close to your orgasm after having abstained for more than a year. you pulled his hand out.
'I bet you can make me come even better with your dick,' you challenged kevin.
'you bet I will.' he was confident.
'let me just look for a condom.' he was already turning away to go search in his room but you held him back by the arm.
'forget about it. I'm on the pill and I want you raw. I want you to come inside me and not spill into a stupid condom.'
the idea of this sounded very tempting to kevin. he picked you up and threw you back onto the couch, drawing your hips closer to him so he could pull off all the pieces of clothing that were hindering him from accessing your pussy.
he propped up his arms next to your sides and spread your thighs apart. strings of arousal were hanging from your folds and he saw your hole desperately clench around nothing. his dick hurt from how much he wanted to finally be inside of you. he wanted to find out how close he had been able to imagine how you would feel around him.
your hole took him in easily, welcoming him happily by embracing it tightly. kevin swore he could've cum right here and there.
he went slow at first to give you a chance to adjust but you were already fully ready, rocking your hips forward to meet his thrusts.
he crashed your mouths together and you kissed him like he was oxygen and you were short of air. you smiled and your eyes rolled back, satisfied with how things had played out today and the prospects of coming looked fairly promising.
desperate for release, kevin picked up the pace, his eyes closed while fucking into you like a horny animal. he couldn't help himself and all the 'faster's and 'harder's spilling from your mouth only encouraged him to drive himself deeper into you.
you wrapped your legs around his torso in an attempt to regain the control you were losing.
'fuck fuck fuck,' you cursed, feeling your muscles starting to contract. kevin brushed away some hair that was stuck to your sweaty forehead.
'it's fine, I'm coming too,' he announced and it took only a few more thrusts before a body shaking orgasm flushed over you, making you see only white. this drove kevin over the edge too and he spilled inside you, filling you up with his hot cum. he continued to slowly ease his dick in and out of you, fucking his semen right back into you until you had ridden out both of your orgasms. he let himself fall onto the couch right next to you, panting hard.
'I very much needed this,' you sighed in content.
'same, I wasn't sure whether I could hold out any longer without having a proper orgasm.' he watched his cum drip out of you.
'we should've thought of this sooner,' you said. 'this was a great idea.'
kevin hummed in agreement.
***
so now you and kevin were having sex on a regular basis, your high score being five times in a day. it felt good to finally live out your sexuality and not having to restrict yourself. sure, you guys did it more than necessary but it was a great way to pass time and it felt fucking amazing.
today you had done it in the shower after waking up, then on the kitchen counter and you had just finished having sex in his bed.
he was spooning you from behind, his cock still placed inside of you. he nuzzled his nose into your neck.
'stop, that tickles,' you chuckled.
'sorry.'
after a while of comfortable silence you heard him let out a big sigh.
'what's wrong?' you asked as he pulled out of you. you turned around to be able to look at him.
'I don't think I can do it like this anymore,' he confessed.
'what do you mean?' you asked. 'are you talking about us having sex?'
he nodded. your heart dropped and you started feeling dizzy. you tried to search for answers in his eyes but he avoided looking at you.
'w-why?' you stuttered, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in your eyes.
'it was amazing at first,' he started and finally raised his head to meet your gaze, 'and I went into it without much thought. I went crazy during quarantine and began fantasizing about having sex with you. then it became reality but now I understand that was probably wrong of me. I've always thought of myself as a gentleman, yet I slept with you without much thought. you see, my issue is this…'
suspense hung in the air and you were impatiently waiting for him to get to the point.
'I like you.'
you quietly gasped in surprise. you had been expecting him to say you were bad at sex and that he regretted everything but not this.
'I shouldn't be sleeping with you unless you were my girlfriend,' he finished off his ramble. you felt immensely relieved.
'do you want me to?' you asked him.
'want you to what?' kevin was confused. he had been a hundred percent sure you'd immediately jump out of the bed in disgust when he confessed.
'be your girlfriend. after all, I like you too, you moron.' you realized that you had known this for a while. you might have even been crushing on your best friend since way before the pandemic struck but it was kind of hard to track your feelings. still, you were sure you liked him too. now that he had admitted his feelings, you were able to admit yours not only to him but to yourself as well.
'wow, I didn't expect this,' kevin confessed surprised. you laughed.
'yeah, we should've realized this sooner.' he pulled you closer and kissed you. it was different than the other times. his lips moved softly against yours, in contrast to all of your rough and passionate kisses you had exchanged these past few weeks. he conveyed his emotions through the kiss.
'you're ready again?' you groaned as you felt kevin's dick harden against your upper thigh. he chuckled.
'sorry, you just turn me on so much.'
so then you did it for the fourth time. that day, you set a new record of having sex six times. you might have been happy now but still just as horny.
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Top 10 Scariest Films of All Time (to me)
TW: tight spaces, lockdown, abuse, mental illness** **
Spoilers: Haunting of Hill House, Signs
These are the scariest films I personally have ever seen. This isn’t a list of my favorite horror movies of all time, though generally, the scarier they are, the more I like them. This is also purely from my (a unique, but almost entirely white woman’s) perspective, so it’s by no means definitive.
10. The Haunting of Hill House (2018)-Netflix
Subgenres: Supernatural, gothic
A family is forced to reconcile with their past when one of them (Victoria Pedretti) turns up dead.
Where to start with this instant classic? As someone with several mental illnesses, this one does hit close to home. It’s really scary when you’re not sure what’s real, and that feeling comes across very well to the audience throughout the story. Just when you think you’ve decided it’s real, it turns out to be an illusion, and vice versa. Even in the end, you’re just never really sure. It replicates that lack of confidence in reality so well. The music and the set really add to the uncertainty, as well. The non-linear storytelling is brilliant, especially after it’s revealed that after death, time falls all around you like “confetti.” I could rave on and on about how well-written it is and all of that, but I’m sure it’s been done to death at this point. I think this entry speaks for itself.
9. Signs (2002)-Hulu
Subgenres: Alien invasion, apocalyptic, scifi
A former pastor (Mel Gibson) ’s world gets turned upside down when crop circles start appearing all over the world.
Hear me out. I’m not a big M Night Shyamalan fan (and I really dislike Mel Gibson), but this movie has stuck with me since I first saw it as a kid in the early naughties. I don’t think the water thing is scientifically that far off because we breathe things that are poisonous to us all of the time, too, but even beyond that. The whole thing with the water was that they were originally going to be demons, and the water was supposed to be holy water, which would have definitely made more sense. But anyway. The news coverage felt realistic, as well as the lack of answers/visuals. Less is more, and that shines through in most of the film. I felt like I was in lockdown with the characters and their internal conflicts, and it was very uncomfortable and affective. I think I’m going to be using that word a lot haha. Ultimately, it would have been better without the shitty CGI alien at the end, but I can forgive that moment for how terrifying the rest of it was.
8. Greenland (2020)-Hulu, HBO Max
Subgenres: Thriller, apocalyptic, existential
John (Gerard Butler), Allison (Morena Baccarin), and their son get several notifications that they’ve been chosen to go to a bunker in Greenland for an imminent mass extinction event, and they must fight everyone in hysterics to get there.
This film is more of an existential terror. You will see that I generally find realism to be the scariest, and that rings true here. This film really felt like it was probably how this situation would be handled. Everything from the woman begging Gerard Butler to save her child to the US government flying its most important people to an underground bunker for safety. You will find yourself rooting for Gerard Butler and Morena Baccarin to make it through this truly harrowing and emotional ordeal, from which escape seems impossible. There’s just a relentless feeling of dread and desperation throughout the whole film.
7. Coherence (2013)-Tubi, Pluto TV, Hulu
Subgenres: Thriller, supernatural, existential, scifi
A group of friends is gathered for a dinner party during an astronomical event that causes weird things to start happening.
This film excels at disorienting you by making you question the characters and their true intentions. It even makes you question whether YOU are a good person or your own evil twin. What are we capable of that we didn’t think we were? There are other movies that do this, but this one is subtle and makes you think you know the answer before turning it on its head.
6. Buried (2010)
Subgenres: Psychological, thriller
A civilian truck driver in Iraq (Ryan Reynolds) must work against the clock to get himself out of a buried coffin with little more than a lighter and a Blackberry.
I think this entry speaks for itself.
5. Host (2020)-Shudder
Subgenres: Found footage, supernatural
A group of friends hold a seance over Zoom to entertain themselves and spend time together during lockdown when a malicious spirit starts messing with them.
This entire film was written and produced during lockdown. Maybe that’s part of what makes it so scary. It uses one of the functions we found vital to stay connected during lockdown: Zoom chat. How terrifying would it be if you were talking to your friends over Zoom, they were being attacked, and there was nothing you could do about it? It really utilizes the format for its scares with its “less is more” mentality, too.
4. You, season 3 (2021)-Netflix
Subgenres: Thriller, psychological, crime, dark comedy
A serial killer named Joe (Penn Badgely) and his serial killer wife, Love (Victoria Pedretti), try to work out their marital problems while living lives they’re keeping secret from each other.
I already wrote a post detailing how this season is more horror than the previous two seasons. I could definitely see Penn Badgley’s influence. He does not like Joe; and in this season, we’re not supposed to either. In the previous two seasons, I could feel the show’s ambivalence with the character, but this time it was clear to me that he is meant to be scary. This season is scary to me because of its realism and dramatic tension. But certainly, the atmosphere is also more intense this season.
3. The Blair Witch Project (1999)
Subgenres: Found footage, supernatural, psychological
Three college kids head into a forest in Maryland in an attempt to make a documentary about a local cryptid for a college film course when the subject of their film takes an interest in them.
The found footage film that kicked off the format’s popularity. This is “less is more” the movie. Your imagination is far scarier than anything shown on screen, but that’s what’s scary about it. You can’t see exactly what’s happening, and the confusion and uncertainty are what cause you discomfort.
2. The Strangers (2008)-Netflix
Subgenres: Home invasion, psychological
James (Scott Speedman) takes his partner, Kristen (Liv Tyler), to the family vacation home for a relaxing weekend away that quickly sours due to random acts of harassment and violence.
I’m sure you can guess I’m going to say I like its realism. You’re correct, but also, what is more chilling than someone attacking you simply because “you were home”? It’s the total randomness that’s scary. It could happen to anyone at any time for no reason, really, at all. It reminds you life is chaos, and even if you do everything right, you could die tomorrow just because someone feels like killing you.
1. The Invisible Man (2020)-Hulu, HBO Max
Subgenres: Thriller, scifi
Cecilia (Elizabeth Moss) runs away from her abusive ex-partner, Adrian (Oliver Jackson-Cohen), then soon after, finds out he’s dead. Weird things start happening to her as she tries to put her life back together in the aftermath of their relationship.
Honestly, this is one of the most terrifying things as someone with mental illness, a history of being abused, and just as a woman. Your abuser coming back and no one believing you because of your mental illness? That’s not exactly what happened here, but it’s close enough. The camerawork is some of the best I have seen in my life. It and the music are so terrifying. And of course, the acting is impeccable (Elizabeth Moss is a genius). I cannot recommend this movie enough. It is in my top 10 favorite, AND top 10 scariest. It’s just a GOOD horror movie.
That concludes my list of the top 10 scariest films I personally have ever seen. What do you think? What are the 10 scariest films YOU have seen? Got any recs? Hmu
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Murder of Crows~ Jax Teller part 1
Summary: Weeks after the accident that left everyone disgruntled, you finally remember everything that happened. Only problem is, your husband doesn’t know what to do with the information he was given.
Warnings: Angst, a whole lot of it. Mentions of getting hit with an iron and someone getting stabbed.
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You dont remember much from the accident. You only remember arguing with someone and then waking up in the hospital two weeks later to find out Tara had been murdered and you were a person of interest.
Ending up with a concussion, 10 stitches in your head, along with three broken ribs. Clearly whoever attacked you, wanted to get some type of message across to SAMCRO. Any time you tried to think about what happened, you just got a migraine. You felt disappointed. You wanted to give the club anything they could to go after whoever it was that did this to you but it was impossible.
Jax had been distant since you woke up. He spent your first week in the hospital, at county. Patterson had walked into your house to see Jax holding your barely living body, along with Eli and Tara’s dead body. So, to them, he was a person of interest. You had no idea why Jax had been distant. Gemma had been to see you everyday since you woke up and would have Brooke or Wendy come up with your kids.
You and jax had three beautiful children together. Shortly after Abel was born, you got pregnant and nine months later, Cassandra Penelope Teller was born. Then, right before Jax, Opie, Tig, and Chibs had gone in, you found you were pregnant with twins. Nine months later, Thomas and Harry Teller were born.
Thomas being named after his brother and Harry after Opie. It was a bittersweet feeling when Jax had called you from county to tell you about Opie. So, you wanted to make sure Opie’s memory lived on with your son.
Things with SAMCRO had been going to shit since the accident. Jax had gone after the Chinese since they were the ones to attack you and kill Tara. Jax was still trying to get out of the gun business, but even in death Clay stills his claws so deep with the Irish. He had also been trying to get out of business with August Marks but he was even worse than Pope if that was even possible.
Jax was coming around with the kids after Abel and Cassie and you couldn’t be more excited. It had been almost a week since you’ve seen your children and you were getting antsy.
The door opened and Abel and Cassie both ran over to you, “Mommy!”
You sent both of them a bright smile, picking them up and placing Abel next to you while cassie sat on your lap. Jax had Thomas in his arms while Harry had chosen to hold onto his father’s hand.
“How was school?” You asked, smoothing back Abel’s hair as he leaned into your side, “Good. Daddy and Grandma had to come.”
You looked over at Jax in question, “oh?”
Jax had placed Thomas and Harry on the couch, giving them their tablets to keep them occupied. He leaned down to kiss your forehead, “The school called child services.”
You about gave yourself whiplash looking up at him,”What? Why?”
Jax sighed, sitting in the chair next to your bed that had an imprint of his body at this point from how much time he spent in it. He pulled Cassie into his lap and placed a kiss on her head, “show mommy your arm, buddy.”
Abel pulled his sleeve up to reveal a bandage, causing you to look over at Jax, who nodded his head at you to take it off. You took a deep breath before pulling it off, only to reveal 4 deep scratches on his arm.
You carefully examined his arm, tears in your eyes as you looked at your oldest, “what happened, baby?”
“Grandma scratched me.” Abel said, leaning back into your side as you looked at your husband in disbelief,” what?”
He leaned forward and grabbed your hand as Cassie slid off his lap to go sit with her brothers. Jax placed a kiss on your knuckles, “Wendy said she didn’t see anything when she got him dressed this morning but mom takes him to school. I don’t know what to do, babe.”
You sighed, “something’s been up with her. Every time she comes, she almost looks guilty? I don’t know. Something is just weird.”
It was quiet between you two for a moment before Jax quietly spoke, “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t”
Jax shook his head, looking up at you with tears in his eyes, “this is my fault. I should have come with you. I should have just stayed with you that night.”
“You couldn’t have known what was going to happen, Jackson. If you stayed and the kids were home, what do you think would have happened to them? What happened that night...was not your fault.”
Jax’s phone rang before he could reply, looking up at you apologetically, “I gotta take this.”
You nodded your head as you gave his hand a squeeze, “go. Wendy is gonna be here soon. I’ll be fine with the kids.”
Jax nodded, leaning forward so he could place a kiss on your lips, “i love you”
“I love you too.”
After finally getting released from the hospital, you were allowed to go home. It was weird at first, being back in the house where you almost died and where two people did get killed but you couldn’t live in fear anymore.
It took you a while before getting back in the groove of things but Wendy and Brooke were a big help. Wendy helped with Abel and Cassie while Brooke helped with Thomas and Harry. Gemma would take Abel and Cassie to school when Wendy would have to work over at ™.
Something had been up with Jax since last night. He hadn’t come to bed after Wendy had left and you woke up to find him sitting in Abel’s room. You both had decided to tell Abel that Wendy was his real mom since she had done so much for both of you since you had been in the hospital and he took it well. You don’t think he fully understands what it actually meant but you both explained to him that you didn’t love him any less since you didn’t give birth to him and that you wouldn’t get offended if he wanted to call Wendy ‘mommy’ too.
Laying on the couch after finally getting the kids to bed, you sat in silence, enjoying the comfort of being home. It had seemed like Abel had been protective over you the last few days. You heard the front door open and let a smile make its way across your face.
Jax sat next to you on the couch as you leaned into his side. You noticed the look on his face, “Jax, what’s wrong?”
“Last night, after I put Abel to bed,” he started, “and he said something that really threw me off.”
“What’d he say?”
Jax didn’t speak right away, which made you worry so you sat up and turned to face him.
“What’d he tell you, Jax?” you quietly asked, grabbing onto his hand. Jax gave it a squeeze as he sniffled, causing you to turn his head to look at you, which now worried you even more at whatever your four year had told him.
“He said that...that Gemma hurt you and killed Tara so he could be with Wendy.” He spoke in a quiet voice.
You furrowed your eyebrows at him as you tried to process your husband’s words. It explained why Abel had been protective over you and his siblings. And why Gemma had looked guilty whenever she had come to see you. You let out a sigh as you leaned back into the couch.
“I talked to Unser earlier,” he continued, “the name of the guy he gave Jary and the same guy who my mother ID’d...wasn’t even in Charming that night. He spent that night in the drunk tank in Vegas.”
You furrowed your eyebrows at the details, “So what? They know something about that night then? About who really attacked me?”
Jax sighed, running his hand over his face as he leaned his head back on the couch to look up at the ceiling. Tears had welled up in his eyes as he let one fall, “I’m so sorry, baby.”
You were quick to pull Jax into your embrace,” you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault.”
You held Jax that night in bed as he kept whispering apologies, you giving constant reassurance that he didn’t do anything. You had been feeling off all day. Your meds didn’t seem like they were working and your head had been pounding all day along with your ribs throbbing all morning.
“(y/n), are you okay?” Brooke asked, walking over to you at the sink. You nodded your head, looking down at Abel’s cup you had been washing. There was just a weird feeling in your stomach the entire time you were doing the dishes but you didn’t know what.
“Yeah, you’re looking a little pale, sweetheart,” Wendy said, “I can call Jax if you need me to.”
You shook your head, turning away from the sink, drying your hands off with a towel, “I think I need to lie down. My meds aren’t working right now.”
Wendy nodded her head as she helped you to your room, “I’ll call the school and tell them I’ll get Abel and Cassie. Let them know you’re not feeling okay.”
You nodded, pulling the covers up as you laid down.
“Just yell if you need anything.” Wendy gave you a smile, turning to leave the room
“Wendy?”
She stopped in the doorway, turning to look at you over her shoulder, “Thank you. For helping with Jax and the boys.”
She gave you a warm smile, “It’s the least I could do after you let me see my son.” She gave a thankful before making her way out of the room.
Everything Jax had worked so hard for, was going to shit. Turns out, Clay had dug SAMCRO into a deep hole with the Irish and Jax couldn’t get out as quickly as he had hoped.
Plus, you and Jax both found out Tara was filing to prove you and Jax were unfit parents to Abel, Cassie, Harry, and Thomas. You both had no idea what’s been going on with her. You, of course, hadn’t been around her since she attacked you, causing you to lose the baby.
You wanted Tara’s head on a platter for taking your children. Tara had been trying to tear SAMCRO apart since day one. Ever since high school when her and Jax were together; she wanted him to leave SAMCRO. She wanted him to leave the club and Charming with her after high school but SAMCRO was his legacy.
Since Tara got arrested, she had it out for everyone in the club. She wanted it to burn. She had contacted Lowen about getting put in Witpro with your children if she gave up SAMCRO to get her charges dropped.
Jad had Tara followed and went to meet with her to get your children back. He told you he was going to turn himself in for distributing the guns used in the school shooting. Which meant, you wouldn’t get to see your husband for a while. You had said your goodbyes before he went to see Tara, the boys had your children so you and Jax could have a moment before he got arrested, not wanting your kids to see it happen.
Oh, how you should have gone to the ice cream shop instead.
You were cleaning up the kitchen, knowing after Jax was gone, you wouldn’t have any energy to clean the house. The front door had opened and you placed the towel on the counter, turning to see...Tara.
“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked, leaning against the counter as Tara stood in the doorway, “Jax said I need to be here to sign the paperwork with the DA.”
You nodded your head, turning back to the sink.
“I never meant to hurt you or Jax.”
You cut Tara off with a dry laugh, “Seriously? Then what do you call taking my children, filing for custody, and giving up the club? Oh! And attacking me, causing me to lose my child?”
Angry tears welled up in your eyes as you turned to face her again. She almost looked...remorseful?
“I’ve lost everything because of SAMCRO. My job, my life. I have nothing because of that damn club!”
“We never asked for your help!” you exclaimed, irritated at the woman, “You decided to talk to Otto on your own! We never said anything to you about talking to him! What you did, you decided to do on your own! It’s all on you!”
Tara sighed, running her hands over her face, “I just...I just thought…”
“Thought what? If you did this one thing, Jax would want you again? Newsflash, Tara! He doesn’t want you anymore! He’s MY husband! The father of MY children! He stopped being yours the day you left Charming!”
You were both crying at this point; Tara over hearing the harsh truth and you over the frustration Tara had caused over the last few years.
You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, taking a deep breath as you shook your head, “I can’t deal with this right now. Jax is gonna be here soon and I’d rather not spend the last few moments with him all depressed. Just...help yourself to whatever. I need to clean up.”
Making your way down the hallway, you stopped at each of your children’s rooms, wanting more than anything to be with your family before Jax goes away. But, you and Jax didn’t want them to see him getting arrested.
You had it all arranged with the club. Chibs was going to step up and take over for the club with Tig as VP and Happy would remain SGT At Arms. They would help you with whatever you needed.
Making your way to the bathroom, you heard Tara rustling about in the kitchen. Looking over at yourself in the mirror, you cringed; your eyes were red and puffy and your face was pale and blotchy. Splashing your face with cold water, you dried it off with a towel.
A crash came from the kitchen, causing you to furrow your eyebrows as you walked through the hallway. Your eyes widened when you saw Tara and Gemma fighting with each other.
“What the fuck!” You exclaimed, rushing over to grab Gemma off of Tara, except what you didn’t see was the iron in her hand.
Gemma swung her hand back, hitting you in the ribs with it, causing you to let out a yelp of pain. You stumbled back,one hand holding onto the counter for support with the other holding your side.
Neither of the two seemed to notice as they kept fighting. You took a deep breath, breathing through the pain.
You moved towards them, grabbing onto Gemma’s arm, causing her to turn and hit you across the head with the iron; immediately dropping to the floor.
Gemma dropped the iron as realization of what she had done flashed across her face, “oh my god!”
“What did you do!” Tara cried as Gemma looked back at her, “This is your fault!”
“You hit her!” Tara exclaimed, turning to face the clock on the counter. Jax would be home any minute but Tara needed to make sure he got here sooner. She glanced at the phone on the counter, lunging for it as Gemma moved with her, grabbing onto the back of her head, holding her head down in the water filled sink. Tara blindly reached around for something to defend herself with.
Gemma reached for the knife Tara had almost grabbed and plunged into the back of her head. Once. Twice. Three times before she stopped struggling and the sink turned red from the blood rushing out of the wounds on her head.
Leaving the knife in her head, Gemma backed away from the sink, realizing what she had done. Tara’s body had fallen onto the floor, across from (Y/N)’s body.
Gemma had fallen onto the floor as she began to sob.
You sat up with a gasp, sweat on your forehead. You looked around your room in a panic, realizing where you were.
“(Y/N)!” Brooke exclaimed, rushing into the room, “are you okay?”
You shook your head, clenching the sheets between your fingers as Brooke tried to help you calm your breathing, “Do you need me to call Gemma?”
Your eyes widened in a panic at hearing her name, shaking your head frantically, “No. Don’t!”
Brooke furrowed her eyebrows but nodded her head, “I’ll call Jax, okay?”
By the time Jax showed up, you were sitting on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket with Thomas on your lap as Harry sat on the floor in front of you, playing with his toys.
Jax had walked over to Brooke as he shrugged off his kutte, “what happened?”
Brooke shrugged, “I went to get diapers out of Thomas and Harry’s room and I looked into your guys’ room and she was up, sweating, looking all freaked out. I offered to call Gemma but she got even more freaked out so I called you.”
Jax nodded as he walked over to you, leaning down to ruffle Harry’s hair as he sat next to you on the couch. Thomas let out a squeal at the sight of his father; Jax smiling at his youngest, “Hey buddy.”
Jax placed his hand on top of yours, causing you to turn your head to look at him,”what happened?”
You took a deep breath, giving his hand a squeeze, “I went to lay down because my head was killing me. I fell asleep and...I remember what happened that night.”
Jax looked at you in shock, clearly taken back by your words, “what?”
“My head had been throbbing all day and so had my ribs and now I know why,” you explained, “Tara came over and we argued about everything she did after she got out of jail. Taking the kids, filing for custody, going to Lowen about you guys.”
“She said SAMCRO ruined her life after she went to jail,” you continued, “I told her that you guys never asked her to talk to Otto . She thought if she did it, you would want her back. So, I told her you were my husband, the father of my children. That she lost you the day she left Charming.”
“What happened after that?” Jax asked. You took a deep breath, “I went to clean up in the bathroom and I heard a crash so I went to look. Gemma and Tara were fighting in the kitchen.”
“I went to pull them apart and Gemma hit me in the ribs with the iron. I don’t think she realized what she did because they kept going. I went to pull them apart and that’s when Gemma turned and hit me across the head with it. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in the hospital as a person of interest in Tara’s murder. Tara was still alive when Gemma hit me.”
Jax had tears in his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling, “Jesus christ!”
Brooke walked into the living room and gave you a weak smile as she had tears in her eyes, “I’m gonna put the boys down so you two can talk.”
You both thanked her as you turned to face Jax. You knew he was torn on what he needed to do. Jax was a momma’s boy. Gemma helped him through everything. But, Gemma almost killed you and most likely killed Tara. She let Jax believe the Chinese hurt you and killed Tara. Everything that had happened was her fault.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” You asked in a quiet voice. Jax turned to face you, giving you a small smile, eyes roaming over your face, “Just...how fucked up our lives have gotten these last few years. All the pain this club has brought you; Clay almost killing you, losing Opie, Abel getting taken, and everything with Tara. I never wanted any of that for you.”
You shushed Jax as you grabbed his hands in yours, “ Stop. I knew what your life was like. I grew up around the club, Jackson. I know what comes with being your old lady. Everything that happened, it happened for a reason. Yes, it crushed me, losing our baby. But we have four wonderful children.”
“And what happened with Clay? He thought I was going to tell you about the letters. And I was. I planned on telling you when we were gone that weekend. Give you a club-free weekend to decide what you were gonna do,” you continued, “Opie checked out of the club the day he buried his wife. He knew that if you died, Clay would have taken the club back and made it worse. Ope knew that you were the savior of SAMCRO. He made that decision for you.”
Jax didn’t know how you were able to find explanations for everything that’s happened. He had believed that everything that happened to you was because of every bad thing he had done.
He thought you were too good for him. Jax didn’t think he deserved anything good because he wasn’t a good person. He’s lied, cheated, killed. And you? You were there to pull him out before he went too deep into his thoughts.
“I don’t know what to do, babe.” Jax sighed, causing you to give his hand a squeeze, “There’s one person you can talk to.”
Jax looked at you in confusion, “who?”
“Juice,” You responded, “you said that he and your mother gave a name to Jarry about that night. So he has to know something.”
Jax nodded his head, tugging you into his embrace, placing a kiss on your forehead as you cuddled into his chest; both of you not planning on moving for a while.
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Coming home
pairing: long distance boyfriend! Donghyuck x reader
genre: fluff
warnings: uuuuuhhhh swearing?
word count: 1.6 k words
a/n: YOOOO A CONVENIENCE STORE JUST OPENED UP NEXT TO MY GRANDPAS PLACE NO LITERALLY ITS RIGHT NEXT DOOR WATCH ME COME BACK HOME WITH A TON OF ICE CREAM 😎😎 also tell me what you think of this, it's a bit different from my usual writing :) (Sungchan blurb coming out tomorrow for knet-bakery’s nostalgic melodies event!! Please look forward to it <33)
AAANNNNNNDDD HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BEST LEADER TY TRACK!!!!!!!!!!!! KING DESERVES THE WHOLE WORLDDDD <3333
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🎶: coming home - nct u
5 months. 5 months without Donghyuck. 5 months without his touch, his warm embraces, his soft voice, his teasing remarks. 5 months of yearning for his featherlight touch, boyish grin, spontaneity, his reassurance and sincerity.
5 days until he arrives. 5 more days until you will be with him, 5 more days until you can love him.
Your eyes stay on the calendar for much longer than intended, calculating every single moment until the date hits Friday, waiting for the hour hands to move in the clock. For once in your life, you wish time would go faster.
The movie in front of you is basically useless, it’s his favorite Christmas movie. You can’t stand a second watching it without waiting for time to tick by or constantly thinking of him.
Your foot taps rapidly on the ground, teeth finding themselves chewing and gnawing at your lower lip yet once again. Friday, when will you come?
It’s felt too long without him, his arms wrapping around your body, his lips pressing softly against your burning skin, his hair softly tickling your nose, you’re becoming anxious.
5 days, just 5 days.
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5 hours. Just 5 more hours.
5 hours until you can whisper how much you missed him, 5 hours until you can finally get shitty convenience store noodles with him, until you can freeze the shit out of your brains with the cold slushies.
You slip on your sweater quickly, bouncing out of bed after the sudden spontaneous decision to get to the airport early. It’s only 3 in the afternoon, the flight lands at 8, and not to mention the baggage pick up and all that other things, that's bound to be another 40 minutes.
You stop yourself before you could lock the door to your apartment, cursing and taking the key out from the keyhole. It’s too early. You don’t want to wait too desperately for him 2 hours before he even arrives.
‘2 hours.’ You tell yourself, ‘you can go in 2 hours.’
5 hours of impatience and anticipation is a lot harder to handle that 5 hours of a normal day.
What can you do in 5 hours? Surely, you could call Donghyuck, text him, send him a video or photo, anything.
Your head swarms more and more with thoughts of your distant significant other, the image of him printed permanently in your mind for you to cherish and enjoy while he’s gone.
5 months, he didn’t change that much, right? He never fell for someone else, right? There’s no way.
There’s a sudden swing in your mood, from frantic and yearning, to worried and doubtful, 5 months could really affect one.
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5 minutes, god you’re literally shaking in anticipation. 5 minutes until you know you cry, 5 minutes until you’re in his embrace, 5 minutes until you can kiss his most likely chapped lips.
You decided to stay home, after you promised Donghyuck you would wait at home for him after he quickly texted you before the flight landed.
You’re unaware that in 5 minutes, the person you’ve longed most is coming through the front door, in 5 minutes you’ll be able to hold him and kiss him and finally be with him.
Maybe you should take a nap? Eat a snack? Clean the house?
4 minutes.
You slump into the couch, scrunching your face up in frustration. It’s been too long since you’ve been with Donghyuck. Without a fucking screen separating you apart.
There’s a hole in your chest, you can feel it, its dark and empty and swirling with eagerness. It’s eager for something, you know exactly what.
It’s waiting for Donghyuck’s love to come and fill up that void, to complete yourself.
Waiting for your better half.
3 minutes.
You can’t pay attention to the movie. What’s the point of watching a Christmas movie when it’s by yourself? Your eyes trail to the window next to the couch, where the snow falls ever so gracefully, covering the ground in a beautiful white.
Usually, you would always wish to go outside and play in the snow, but you have nothing but impatience in your body as you wait for your lover to come through the doors and welcome you in a hug.
2 minutes.
Is he stuck in traffic? Was there no taxi left?
1 minute.
You’re sure there were many taxis left, didn’t you book one for him? Did you forget? Oh no, did you?
50 seconds.
You curse at yourself and stand up abruptly, reaching over to the lamp table next to the couch to grasp at the keys.
45 seconds.
Dashing to the door, you are unaware of the figure behind it, hauling his heavy luggage up the stairs with such speed as well.
30 seconds.
You’re grabbing your puffy coat from the coat hanger, your heart clenching at the empty spot next to it, where Donghyuck’s coat will be hung.
It only urges you further to quicken up and get to the airport on time.
25 seconds.
But that’s nearly impossible, will all the snow and traffic, halfway there and he could already be waiting for you at home.
20 seconds.
It doesn’t stop you, you still have the large urge to see him come out the gate yourself, be reassured that he is here, he’s going to stay.
15 seconds.
Donghyuck huffs and wipes at the cold sweat on the back of his neck, when did the stairs suddenly become longer? Was it always that hard to get up?
10.
Your long distance boyfriend faces the door, the familiar wooden, authentic door he hasn’t seen in too long for his liking. This is it.
You’re right behind that door, stopping in your tracks to question if your actions are worth it.
Just wait, you tell yourself. He will come.
5.
But greed takes over. It’s taking over your hand that is reaching for the door knob and twisting the cold metal to open the door.
4.
Strangely, there is a weight causing the knob to twist easier, which is weird, the knob has always been a bit rusty and hard to twist open.
3.
Donghyuck thinks the same thing, wondering if you finally fixed it with some oil or changed it.
2.
Even at the smallest opening of the door, the cold gush of wind pushes in and blows against your warm skin, goosebumps being the result of such action.
As the door opens wider, you spot a familiar black luggage, the brown coat you bought as a birthday present for your boyfriend, and what’s best, is your boyfriend himself, whose expressions change as well as yours when he sees you as well.
1.
In the span of a single second, Donghyuck is barging in and swooping you up in his arms, the snow from his coat falling between your own jacket and slipping into your neck and shoulders.
The cold is nothing compared to the nostalgic warmth of Donghyuck’s arms you missed oh so much, his skin burning against yours as you bury your face in the side of his neck.
You’ve grown a few inches, Donghyuck notices, because you only have to tiptoe to reach his shoulder. He can’t help but notice the smallest, most simplest things. Like how the living room has changed a little bit, just a few more pots of plants here and there, the tv playing his favorite Christmas movie, his hoodie he left for you sitting on the couch, he notices every little thing, and instantly adores all of them.
You also notice everything too, the way his shoulders have grown broader, the hairs on the back of his neck that grew longer, heck, even his new shoes he was sure you wouldn’t notice.
One thing that doesn’t change, you notice as you pull away slightly to look into Donghyuck’s eyes, is the love in them. The warmness and adoration pooling in them. The sparkle that they hold.
What also is pooling in his eyes are tears, happy tears, at the sight of you smiling oh so brightly just for him, all for him to cherish.
“Fuck, you don’t even know how much I missed you,” he breathes out, sighing at the feeling of your fingers softly carding through his snowy hair.
A soft smile adorns your lips, your lips Donghyuck has longed for so long, your lips he still longs to kiss.
And so he does. He plunges forward to take your lips passionately between his, the feeling of them crashing together sending his heart into a frenzy. Donghyuck’s mind is blank, only you in it, your hands lightly tugging at his hair, the smooth skin of your neck as he pulls you closer, your heart beating against his. He’s finally home.
Donghyuck attempts to dive back in and chase your lips when you pull away, but is stopped by your fingers pressing against his lips and your soft laughter filling the air.
A pout creases his lips, as you pat his cheek and kiss chastely on his red nose, “Go take a shower, you’re gonna catch a cold.”
He indeed catches a small cold that evening, dramatizing the fact that he’s cold, begging for cuddles and for you to feed him, but you’ve simply missed him too much to complain.
What would you even complain about? It’s almost Christmas, he’s home, and he’s going to stay. He will be the one helping you decorate the tree, he’s the one throwing snow at you, he’s the one setting the mistletoe up just as an excuse to kiss you.
He is everything you’ve ever wanted, he is your home.
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LT2 masterpost
If it was up to me, we would get an autumn or winter EP. Since it’s not up to me at all, here, enjoy this post with everything we know so far of LT2, which is to say, not much at all. Everything here is hypothetical. I’ll be updating every time I see something relevant. A little disclaimer that while this is a masterpost (kinda), it could be read as discourse (duh, it’s also a theory), AND it’s also by me, and you shouldn’t expect me to be serious at this point.
Due to me restraining myself, there’s no reference to any of the times he’s mentioned his guitar skills and him improving but I hope you know I cried every single time.
I’m also linking my old pinned here. It was written before AFHF and around the free merch thing that didn’t lead to much, but I still think I made some good points.
Possible tracks:
Copy of a Copy of a Copy
Change
Faith in the future??
369??
Possible names:
369
Faith in the future
When is the album coming out?
Your guess is as good as mine
Friday 28th of January 2022. Almost two years after Walls. It’s a Friday. It’s a 28th. What else can I say?
Here you can find @want-to-be-loved timelines for every month.
Here you can find @berlinini’s timeline of what Louis has been up to this year (2021).
The rest is under the cut. And here you can find a PDF version where Tumblr can't tell me how many pictures I can add.
2020
He said back on May 2th 2020 he wasn’t writing anything new yet.
(x)(x)(x)
Interestingly enough, he’s said many times after that that the album’s not ready cause he has no new experiences to drawn from. I won’t call him out because he does it himself.
May 4th. He liked a tweet from DMA’s Johnny Took saying they had to go write together again. Louis has been credited as an influence for them and (kind of) participated in their previous record, so I’m assuming he meant for their music and not his, but you never know.
Nothing(literally nothing??? how did we survive) until 11th of July. We all know what happened that day. We all celebrated it. Nonetheless, that’s not what I’m talking about here.
(x) So, by the beginning of July 2020 he was working on concepts and ideas for the new album. That was fifteen months ago. I know perfection takes time but…
Brief summary of important things that happened from then until the next mention of new music:
Louis left Syco!!!! 10 days later he rescheduled the tour for the first time. He followed Matt Vines on Twitter, probably so we could publicly shame him into doing something. Also, the 10thanniversary. He followed more people I wish he hadn’t.
Then more nothing until September. Not even a single tweet. The first merch drop was on the 28th of August but he just RT’ed the tweet. He first mentioned Free my Meal on the 25th of September. Then on October 1st Walls hit #1 on a lot of countries and Louis was incredibly happy and excited about it ^^
And then, that same day, October 1st, 2020, he dropped this bomb:
(x)
He also said it was too soon to be sharing new lyrics with us (x)
And, obviously, this tweet which is actually what made me start this whole post. I would hope you know mate.
(x)
He also told us he was cooking "banger after banger" and that he was incorporating more social themes into his music (x)(x) (I believe any social issue is a political issue but that’s not the point rn).
COPY OF A COPY OF A COPY?!?!
These next paragraphs are brought to you by my mind not remembering things and me not having any links. I’m assuming COACOAC came from those writing sessions that supposedly happened in October. Or in LA but I have no idea if he actually was in LA at any point other than a Daily Mail article putting him there on December which would have been too late, but I do remember that someone said he was in the studio in LA last autumn???? A rumor. Maybe. IDK. Did I mention already all of this is very hypothetical?? Well, this is it. I can’t even remember if this was October or November or what. So, take this with a grain of salt.
I’m also… taking the liberty to assume, if you must, that Copy wasn’t meant to be a Walls reject because it sounds more mature and darker and it has a vastly different tone that Walls songs. I know he’s said that song probably isn’t getting into the album, but I want to have faith (in the future) that I’m getting a studio version. (But also, Louis, if you’re reading this, first of all GET OUT OF MY BLOG second of all, please don’t ever feel pressured again to add a song to the album because we have already heard it before. It’s your art and it should always be under your own terms).
So yeah, I believe that Copy is either one of those four songs (then imagine the other three??!!) or was written around the 1st of October date.
---End of the Intermission---
Then not much important (other than sharing more about Marcus Rashford fight against food poverty and the 2nd merch drop) until he announced the livestream on the 24th of November. (x)
It wasn’t until a few days before the livestream date we even thought again about new music (jk, I know we’re always thinking about new Louis’ music). So, December 9th/10th, 2020. Nine months ago. We got our first taste of new music!
He made sure we knew Copy of a Copy of a Copy isn't a cover! (x) (x)
(x)
Ok, so that’s it for 2020. (I feel like I’m missing something from September 17th because tweet was deleted but maybe he was still talking about cucumbers. We might never know. Unless I understand how Tumblr tags work). Expected, cause Walls was released in 2020. We needed to let it sit for a while.
2021
Another Summary: Louis third tweet of the year was telling the UK government off. So was the fifth. What a good beginning. On the 26th of January, he said he prefers pancakes over waffles. I hope he meant pancakes other than his own. More importantly, he tweeted the infamous “you lot read into things too much”. Don’t get me started, Tomlinson. Don’t. Then the 31st came around and Walls was one. He tweeted this. How wise. And Project Defenceless happened!!
15th of February!! Who cares about Valentine Day when the next day we got this? ♥
(x)
(x)
So…AN EP?? AN EP?? PLEASE RELEASE AN EP.
“I’m sure I will have something out this year but unlikely that will be the album”. Unlikely but not impossible. Also. A single would be good. This is the second time he mentions releasing something in 2021 and he sounds surer about it than the first time around.
He also said that he isn’t sure we will get a studio version of Copy. And that the best bridges from Walls to LT2 are Walls, OTB, KMM and Copy. Can’t wait!
Then we jump to March 6th when he announced he was going to create his own management company. “Sometimes action is needed first to encourage the motivation and belief”. As we can tell he was already manifesting some stuff which will lead us to the numerology stuff/Tesla… kidding. Or not. We might never know.
On the 22nd of March he answered some questions:
He told us music was still his main focus ♥ mwha. (x) I included this tweet to guilt-trip him into giving us music in case he’s reading this even after I told him to leave. ILY.
(x) I’d love to get a visual EP this autumn. Just saying. It sounds like a lovely concept.
(x)
…next (I will get into it, I promise. I’m just mad).
On the 25th he left for Mexico until April 10th. You could assume it was just for the documentary where we got ten seconds of footage or admit the obvious: LT2 its a Mexican baby!!
On the 26th (so, not so far apart from that first 369) we got the first Faith in the Future mention: (x)
Back then we were innocent people who had no idea what was coming upon us. We still have no idea because what the fuck does he mean with these. Please explain. I have one braincell and I don’t use it enough for this. I’m linking some theories.
On the 30th of March he confirmed he was already working on the documentary. So AFHF was already on the works. Will it take this long for us to get the Veeps numbers? We also got this tweet: "Got a decent chorus idea down" (x).
Same person that got the “something out this year” exclusive. If you know something share with the class. Also. Is this Change? I feel like this could be Change but I also assume he wrote Change after hanging out with his friends or being in Doncaster. But who knows.
(x) And the second mention to 369.
(x) 15th of April. The second "Faith in the future".
On the 19th of April he announced that he had something BIG for us later on the year which turned out to be the Away From Home Festival ♥♥ (x) I love him so much.
Then on the 28th he announced the 369 merch drop (which it’s probably the Walls drop? Except that the TOU and KMM ones were “drop 1 and drop 2” and this was drop 369 which, again, makes no sense) but we still don’t know what 369 means.
Into May’ 21 we go.
He rescheduled tour again. And dropped another bomb (x).
He announced he has signed with BMG as an independent artist by RTing this tweet on May 10th. The article also says that he’s already working on writing and recording LT2. The timing… we don’t know. What this deal involves… we don’t know either. Bear with me here because I have a lot to say about this.
I think the deal is only a distribution one, but that BMG are interested in Louis and what he (us) could bring to the table. They were either present at the festival or watching it, but officially they had no involvement at all with it (everything is credited either to Louis own company, 78 Productions, or Charlie Lightening’s company). That’s the case for both giveaways too; the vinyl one and the tickets for the festival.
I think it would be an unbelievably bad move not to test the waters with BMG now or soon-ish. At least a single, to see how it performs. Due to the circumstances, it’s obvious there’re certain limitations on place but I want to see how they push it, whether the radio play exist this time around and if the song is playlisted and promoted and all that… I would also love to know, since it says he signed with BMG UK, but it also states it’s a global deal, how things are going to go on the US and other countries.
Yes, yes. I know those are all questions and no answers. But I know the same as you, sadly. If any of you know more than you’re letting on… again, share with the class.
Where was I? Yes, on the 25th of May Louis had a great day writing (x). Since the first time he had mentioned he was officially writing to this date there’s almost eight months. And I believe he was writing before October’ 20.
He followed Robert Harvey that day and, on the 28th of May (why is it always the 28th???) he was spotted at the studio for the first time.
June was an interesting month for the fandom ♥. Lots of LHL content which I will love and cherish for the rest of times. On June 4th, June 9th, and June 10th he was spotted at the studio, but I believe he was there more days.
(x)
This was posted on June 6th and captioned Studio. Charlie also shared it with “Mega tunes being put down, can’t wait for this @louist91 #louistomlinson #LT2” as the caption. This gives me 2019 (Elton-Joint) vibes. I like it. Feels like we’re getting closer to something.
He added the Milano date on the 9th too which I’m mentioning because I’m going alone. Anyone wanna go with me please? I’m nice and I never eat anything before a concert so you can have my food. On other news. It didn’t come home.
During July he was at the studio at least three days too. Probably more. Feels like more with all the fan pictures we got. Or was that June? Anyway, July 1st and 9th we got some videos from Robert Harvey and wearesuperhi, which is who Louis has been working with the most, that we know of. I don’t know for sure they’re from that day. And on July 5th we got an article and lots of pictures of Louis looking really good outside the studio.
On the 12th of July the first fans started getting the free, 369 bucket hat and print. We still don’t know what the purpose was other than to thanks fans. Maybe that was it. I want answers and I still think it relates to a future project (see theories above), but it could also just be a bridge with the Walls breaking.
He didn’t tweet about anything interesting for a while, mostly because he lost his phone (he either throwed it in the air or smashed it who knows). Then on the 29th of July he announced the festival!
I’m glossing over it because there’s already been a lot of talk about it (rightfully) and while it was a wonderful thing, it doesn’t have much to do with LT2.
Let’s talk Change!
On August 3rd he tweeted this about the setlist.
(x)
And this (x) on the 28th! I can’t stand him.
We didn’t get it, obviously. Because who was going to get that. But we read too much into things. Alright.
On the 16thof August Dave Gibson shared this post tagged #LT2 with the eyes emojis 👀👀👀. I believe this has to do both with Change but also with whatever else came out of that Mexico trip.
(x) Last relevant tweet related to LT2 is this one.
So, on the 30th of August we got Change and we cried, and we know that Change is going in the new album. He said it. With those exact words. He also said he was “getting a feeling for it”. This has to meant he already has a general idea of the vibe of the new album and what’s going in it!!!!!! (Right? RIGHT?).
Anyway, let’s go back a few weeks because some other things happened on August. He was at the studio a few more times. Or it was suggested that he was there. On the 17th and the 18th. (Why was it so time-pressing to be at the studio instead of rehearsing for the festival? There was no studio at all on the documentary. Which makes sense, but again, then why?).
On the day of the festival we got another mention of Faith in The Future that made me feel part of a cult ngl. The words were flashing on the screen for less than a second. Okay.
And then he tweeted those words again after watching the livestream/documentary on the 4th of September (x). This is what makes me suspect it's either the name of the album or of the single.
On the same day, we got some interesting quotes about LT2 on the documentary.
“Soon I’ll have to think about me second album, which in my head I’ll get the tour out of the way and then I’ll address that. So, I hadn’t really given it much thought, to be honest”.
“When every day is the same is hard to feel creative and it’s hard to have any kind of proper inspiration”.
“As season started to come back, I started writing again and it was great and some of these songs turned out alright”.
And I think this is it. I might be overlooking some important details but that’s what we know and what we don’t know.
So. Conclusions. That’s what you missed on Glee. I do believe the album is, if not mostly done, partially there. And yes, this post is pointless and never-ending but it’s all in here if you need to tell Louis “Hey, you said this, mate”.
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Slashers with a sibling!reader trying to sneak out (part 1 of 2)
fell in love dearly w this request... had fun writing it 😆 it’s a little different from my other works but i love it nonetheless! hope you all enjoy it as much i do! i’ll be doing more slashers in part 2!
requested by @marceline1212���
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MICHAEL MYERS
i have a feeling Michael would most definitely be overprotective of a younger sibling. rz mikey, at least. it could get overwhelming. which is why here you were, trying to sneak past his vigilance to meet up with a few friends. sure, you could’ve asked him, but it would have been a flat out no anyway.
maybe...wait until he’s asleep? he’s a pretty heavy sleeper... you thought to yourself, chewing on your bottom lip as you attempted to form a flawless plan. hope of sneaking past him as he slept was thrown out the window when you peeked your head out from your room to hear him shuffling around downstairs. you groaned, realizing you had to find some other way to get out. you had promised to meet your friends at a certain time and Michael would not be asleep by then. sighing you turned to your window.
ah ha! the window! you grinned to yourself, feeling early success run through your body. picking up a few essentials, you opened the window as quietly as you could, wincing as the cool air of the night rushed in with a quite noisy whoosh. you could only pray Michael hadn’t heard it. you threw your legs out of the window, looking down to see just how far up to were, eyes widening at just how far the ground was from your feet. “oh, whatever.” you hissed out, and pushed yourself out of the window with a grunt.
it proved to be a huge struggle, though, as you tried your hardest not to fall. you wouldn’t be too injured if you did but it would alert your older brother which was the last thing you desired. you stepped carefully, palms sweating to your disadvantage. you could have yelled in victory once you were about a foot from the ground, but settled on cheering in your mind instead. you threw yourself down with a soft thud, not loud enough for Michael to hear. or, so you thought.
for as you stood, brushing yourself off, you took a glance at the window you had landed nearby to find your brother staring at you through it, unimpressed. ‘get back inside. now.’ his eyes spoke for themselves, and with a whine, you stomped towards the front door; Michael following to open it for you.
SINCLAIR BROTHERS (VINCENT SINCLAIR, BO SINCLAIR, LESTER SINCLAIR)
sneaking out? with three way overprotective brothers constantly watching over you? near damn impossible. there was no way in hell they’d let you, but it’s worth a shot is it not? it was getting dark out, night settling over the small town of ambrose. your friends were going to hang out at a diner nearby, and you were so sure that your brothers would have approved.
unfortunately, you only got the okay from Lester. It was 2 against 1, so going by the majority, it was a no. “what, do ya think your grown? hell no.” you rolled your eyes at Bo, huffing “Yes, I do think I’m grown. I should be allowed to get of this town, Lester does it all the damn time!” Bo’s eyes narrowed at you. “Watch your tone with me.” It was evident that Bo could not and would not be swayed, so you put on your best puppy dog eyes as you turned to Vincent.
“Please, Vince! I’ll get back on time, honest. and you know I don’t go around looking for trouble, it’s just a quick little hangout!” your brother silently shook his head, much to your dismay. That was the last conversation you’d had with your brothers today before you stormed to your room, making sure to slam the door shut. now, here you were, plotting the perfect sneak out plan. you knew all of your brothers’ current whereabouts. Vincent was likely working on something per usual, Bo was probably at the shed getting stuff done, and you’d heard that Lester hit the road once more.
you grinned to yourself, confident with your plan and sure things would run smoothly. throwing a pair of shoes on, you hastily opened up your bedroom window, jumping down to the ground as you weren’t too high up. got past vincent, now to sneak past Bo.you thought to yourself, biting on your lower lip. sure enough, he was in the shed where you’d expected him to be. from the looks of it, he was too caught up in trying to get some old thing to work.
“fate seems to be on my side.” you hummed lowly to yourself before your eyebrows furrowed. “in fact, fate’s being a little too nice to me.” your next steps were cautious, tip toeing as if the ground beneath you would shatter if you walked too noisily. you were right, however, of fate being too nice, for as you placed your foot down it made a rather loud noise and alerted Jonesy. you silently cursed to yourself as she growled, moving towards her to shush her. “hey! Jonesy girl, it’s just me, just y/n! listen, i need ya to hush can you do that for me?” she stared at you for a second, allowing you to pet her face.
that was before she let out a loud bark, alerting bo as he quickly dropped whatever he was doing to check what had disturbed the sleeping dog. you weren’t quick enough to get away, as you found yourself standing like a deer in headlights as bo shined his flashlight on you. “now what the hell are ya doin’ out here?” he was clearly pissed, his jaw clenched and his grip on the flashlight tightening. well, plan A failed. what was plan B again? ah right. book it.
you broke into a sprint, running past both jonesy and bo. Both were in hot pursuit of you, jonesy thinking it was a fun game and Bo cursing under his breath at you. so close, so close to freedom! you thought to yourself, relief flooding through you. A hand reaching out to grip the back of your shirt stopped you, and you could have sucker punched the person in the face. so close...so...close. you were sure bo was way behind you. glancing up to your captor, you met Lester’s gaze; one of his brows raised in amusement. when the hell did he get back? you didn’t focus on that too long, though, because all you were worried about right now was Bo stalking up to you menacingly, Vincent right behind him.
BILLY LOOMIS
you were kinda hoping you could sneak right past him, since he was preoccupied making plans with his girlfriend, sidney. you’d almost gotten away with it, managing to make it from your room to the front door, when Billy stepped out from his own room raising an eyebrow at you. “where are you going?” he questioned, eyes narrowing at you. “out with friends. we’re just gonna hang out at a nearby diner.” you responded, smiling nervously. “with permission from who?”
your eyes rolled at his question. “didn’t think I needed permission when you go just about anywhere at anytime without any.” he only gave you a smirk. “well, that’s because i’m way older than you.” “a year older.” you deadpanned, nonetheless walking away from the front door to plop down onto the living room couch. you watched as he walked past you, making his way to his room. “and I heard you making plans with sid. how is it fair at all that you get to go out and i don’t? it’s not even that late out.” a sigh escaped him, one heard from where you sat at.
“it’s 10 pm. and didn’t i tell you why already?” you glared in his direction. “that’s not a valid reason!” your words came out hissed, evoking a laugh from billy before you heard his bedroom door shut close. ‘fine then. i’ll just find another way out.’ and that’s how you found yourself staring out of your 2-story bedroom window, contemplating what you were about to do.
“if billy can climb in and out of windows so can i!” you encouraged yourself, stepping out of the window and onto the roof tiles, carefully moving along as to not fall. every step you took, however, was way too noisy and you were sure Billy would hear it if you kept going. With a huff, you lowered yourself as far down onto the ground as you could before letting go off the roof and landing softly on the floor. your arms shot up in victory as you stood, having a mini celebration in your yard with a grin on your face.
the sound of the front door knob being twisted caused your heart to fall, and you barely had any time to hide before billy emerged from the house; dressed up to go to sidney’s house you assumed. his eyes widened in shock when they landed on you. “how the hell did you get out here?” his gaze went from you to the window you left open in your room. “seriously?” he laughed at the pout on your face and the obvious struggle you went through. “get back inside, y/n”
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dreams that smell of caramel
Hello, hello. I know I disappeared for a hot minute, i blame depression for everything. i think I’ll be more active from now on, and thank you for reading!
btw, I did take a break form my 400 followers event cuz I burned out really really bad sorry about it
pairing: Bakugou x gn!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: cursing, 3.6k
synopsis: Really, who falls asleep in a subway? Apparently, you do, and Bakugou can’t help but feel protective over it. It’s because he’s training to be a hero, right? It’s not like he likes you, right? Right?!
Bakugou hated the subway.
There was almost nothing there to like. It was dirty, caused Bakugou to feel like he couldn't breathe, and frankly, ever since the day he read that the air in a subway was %30 pieces of human skin, he didn't want to breathe, either.
The traumatic effect that piece of information had on him was something he never got over. But it wasn't only how dirty the air was, either. It was dusty and dry, and it always caused his eye contacts to dry on his eyes, causing him to see blurry for a while, and there had been many incidents where Bakugou had furiously rubbed his eyes, and made himself blind for a good few minutes.
People there always seemed to be almost as rude and angry as him, most of them thinking they had the right to sit wherever and whenever, and people invading his personal space wasn't something unusual, either. And the smell, oh god, the smell. Some people obviously hadn't discovered what a fucking soap or deodorant was since he could sometimes feel the smell in his brain.
All this, even though he hadn't even seen the real torture. With the mean, scary look on his face and the way he stood that screamed, stay away from me if you're smart enough, people usually tried to do just that, so Bakugou didn't know what his space being invaded actually could be, or how bad the smell could get.
It was a warm day when he had met you. When he saw you barging in the last second, right before the doors closed behind you, he scoffed, slightly amused. You looked like you were running for your dear life, chest heaving, a thin layer of sweat forming on your temples, clothes disheveled, and hair messy, but you had a proud smile on your lips despite all that.
Crimson eyes followed you as you happily sighed when you noticed the seat across Bakugou was free, dropping yourself on the hard surface. You looked around, realizing there was almost no one around the 10-meter radius of you, the seats were vacant, but people were crowding a bit further down the subway. Your brows furrowed with confusion, and only then did you notice the ash-blonde across you, his gaze piercing through you, the mean scowl on his lips reminding you of a wolf.
The moment your eyes met, Bakugou had expected you to jump to your feet and run away since he had become well-known after the sports festival and many incidents that had forced him to the tv. And even if someone didn't recognize him, the slightest glare from him was enough to make people run with their tails between their legs, but not this time, apparently, since you dared to cock your head to the side and smile at him.
Smile at him! It was almost an insult! When was the last time anyone actually did that? Especially a stranger? Or maybe you weren't a stranger, was that it? Looking at it now, you did have a familiar face, and it felt like he had seen you quite a few times before. But the more he tried to remember, the more the memory of you went deeper into his brain, causing him to grit his teeth subconsciously and look at you even more intensely. Bakugou wasn't aware he was staring at you like he was trying to see your soul, red gaze never faltering a second away from you.
It was when you tilted your brows slightly upwards, your pretty smile turning into an awkward one, he realized he was staring for the past station. Bakugou's brows snapped together, annoyed at himself, but he was also aware of how his face felt warmer than usual. He gritted his teeth with an angry grunt, looking away from you and fixing his eyes on the stupid advertisement that was right across from him, and he could swear he heard a muffled laugh coming from your way. Bakugou was surprised at how much he wanted to look at you, but his pride wouldn't let him do so, and so he kept staring at the poorly made advertisement brochure.
Bakugou was a proud, smug man, and he always prided himself on the amount of control he had over himself. But that day, he had let himself down. What was this stupid force that kept making him flick his eyes your way almost every five minutes? It felt like his body was possessed, and it was impossible to suppress his curiosity and not look at you. Bakugou had looked around if there was anyone else looking at you and to try and see if this was a quirk of some sort since it made no sense.
He grunted in annoyance when he couldn't help himself once again and glance at you, but it wasn't a curt look this time. His eyes narrowed and widened when he took a glimpse of you, of your relaxed body, head falling back and eyes closed.
"What the hell?" He muttered to himself, leaning forward slightly to try and understand just what the fuck you were- were you sleeping? The realization of how you were, in fact, fucking sleeping had hit him hard, brows shooting upwards, his eyes were wide with confusion and a wave of slight anger.
Were you dumb? Did you have no rational part in your brain? General knowledge of some sorts? Who in their right mind slept in a fucking subway? Where criminals swarmed, thieves lurking in the corners, waiting for people to slip for a second so they could steal a watch, phone, or a wallet easily, and you were sleeping?
Bakugou had no idea why he was so fired up about someone he had seen only half an hour ago. He couldn't help but jump in his place, ready to fight, hand itching for a punch whenever someone as much as walked before you, growling and shooting a dirty, scary look when he caught anyone looking your way more than half a second, even the baby that stood in the corner.
He was a hero, after all, right? It was only normal he wanted to protect you, right? Right? God fucking damn it, when were you even going to wake up? He had no idea how you were so relaxed to be able to sleep in a subway, but it caused him more stress than he had felt the past ten years.
When Bakugou noticed you finally shifting in your place and opening your eyes the second the next station's name was announced, he took a breath of relief. You started to gather your stuff as if you hadn't just woken up from a deep ass slumber, yawning and checking your phone for the time. Bakugou was watching you dazed, shocked at how someone could even do that. If pulling his interest and gaze towards you wasn't your quirk, this had to be it.
You glanced at him, his gaze meeting yours, and you smile once again, causing his heart to make an odd fucking pause, a snarl appearing on his lips, and he scoffs. But instead of that making you furrow your brows and turn around, you laugh again and turn around.
~~~
Bakugou had replayed that day over and over again in his head and had arrived at one conclusion.
You were mad.
You had to be at least a bit mad since it wasn't the most normal thing to smile at strangers as if you knew them for years, especially with a smile as charming as yours, and it was straight-up insane to sleep in a public place, a dangerous place like a subway.
But whatever conclusion he ended up with, he still couldn't get you out of his mind. It was the stupidest fucking thing ever, made no sense thinking about a stranger you had seen once, but you somehow didn't feel like a stranger. Of course, he didn't feel like he knew you for years, (even though Bakugou thought everyone else but him were just extras, he never forgot a face he saw), but you didn't feel like a threat, either.
The alerting feeling that formed in his stomach whenever he was around people he didn't know, or sometimes even with the people he did know, wasn't there that time.
Maybe he was just overthinking.
Of course, he was over fucking thinking. He had been thinking about a stranger for almost two days straight. (And he hadn't seen you ever since.)
It was such an odd behavior of him that even his friends had noticed something was wrong. Mina had done her best to get a word from him but failed, and Kirishima and Kaminari had declared it their mission to try and cheer Bakugou, and it only meant more for him to deal with.
"Hey, Bakubro, I'm going to the mall today with friends, wanna tag along?" Kaminari asked him the 20th time that day, not even aware it was the worst thing to say if he wanted Bakugou to come. "Look at me you damn Pikachu," Bakugou finally snapped, "If you ask me that one more fucking time, I swear to god-"
"Hey, hey, let's not get violent." Kirishima interrupted before Bakugou finished his threat, thinking it was the best before he spat some illegal shit out. "Then make him fuck off." Bakugou snarled.
"Yeah, actually, Kami? What are you even trying to do, asking him to come to your date?"
"It's a fucking date?" Bakugou burst, but Kaminari had already sprinted out of the room. "Did he ask me to third fucking wheel? How dense is he?!"
"Calm down, Bakugou." Kirishima sighed. "What's up with you these days, even more irritated than normal?"
"Huh, what the fuck does that even mean?"
"I'm just sayin'." Kirishima shrugged. "You're acting extra grumpy these past few days. You know you can talk to me if you-"
"Ah, don't start with the cheesy shit, shitty fucking hair. I'm fine." Bakugou cut him off, but his frown was now a bit softer, voice calmer.
"If you say so," Kirishima shrugged. "Hey, by the way, I'm going downstairs to the general studies to change something about my costume, wanna come?"
"General studies? Why the fuck would I go there? You've been visiting that place a lot lately, too." Bakugou asked a little too aggressively, his brows raising when Kirishima grinned. "What, afraid I'll steal your fan?"
"My fan?"
Fan? Bakugou had a fucking fan? Not that he cared, of course, but it still did feel-
Kirishima shrugged with a grin. "You know, the cute student who helped with your gauntlets? Maybe pay a visit to them sometime, they seem to like you a little." Kirishima chuckled when Bakugou kept looking at him blankly. All Bakugou could remember about the person who did his gauntlets was just how pretty their eyes were since he hadn't seen anything but that. He remembered how they always had a flimsy mask on, so it could filter the dust that covered everything in their work station, including the open half of their face.
"I'm not gonna go see an extra just because they like me." He scoffed, but Kirishima could see how Bakugou was dying inside to learn more about this fan of his.
"Sure, whatever you say, bro." He grinned cheekily, gathering his bag and walking downstairs.
~~~
It was the third-day Bakugou had finally stopped thinking about you nonstop, and it felt like freedom. The third time was the charm, wasn't it?
Of course, not.
You just had to show up the day he was over it, didn't you? You had once again sprinted through the doors just before they closed, heaving in the dirty air, face flushed. You stood up, trying to regain your composure as you smiled proudly at yourself and looking around to find a free seat.
It didn't take long for you to spot the angry blonde, lips pressed together angrily and vermillion eyes looking directly at you.
A bright smile appeared on your face just then, and even though you hadn't expected him to do anything, you were surprised when he averted his eyes away from you with a curt nod and a grunt. It had to mean he had acknowledged your smile, right? Well, you hoped it did since you were grinning stupidly at yourself.
You sat on your spot across from him, noticing how people stood even further away from you this time. Glancing at the handsome blonde across you, you tried and couldn't catch his crimson eyes.
You sighed, frustrated, not aware that Bakugou was even more so. He had promised himself that he wasn't going to be a creep and stare at you like the last time, but your occasional side-eyes and those doe-like glances weren't helping his case the slightest. He wanted to meet your gaze, he really did, but Bakugou also had pride that forbade him from doing so, so he was left there, frustrated and confused.
He was able to keep that up for eight minutes (he had checked, eight minutes and 34 fucking seconds) before he had finally looked at you. Apparently, all it took was eight minutes for you, too, to fall asleep.
You had fallen asleep.
Again?!
"For fucks sake." Bakugou cursed, pressing his fingers on the bridge of his nose and clenching his teeth. He had already concluded you were mad, but a second time? Was this a fucking habit or something?
He grunted in annoyance, but he couldn't take his eyes off you. You looked so relaxed and calm, the smallest smile on your lips, your head moving along with the movements of the train, hands weakly clutching your bag and phone. He felt almost jealous of how reckless you were.
Almost being the keyword, though.
"Don't you fucking get close." He snarled at the man that had been watching you for a few minutes, and he had only taken a step towards you before he heard the blonde and immediately retreated.
His 'come a little closer and I'll bite your head off' look never once faltering, Bakugou was feeling exhausted when he heard your station's name announced, and you opened your eyes. (despite the earbuds that were in your ears? You couldn't have heard the station's name, so how were you able to wake up right on time?)
You gathered your stuff and raised on your legs, just as the train took a sharp turn and caused you to lose your balance, stumbling over to the blonde. "Fuck!" You muttered as you tried to gain your balance back, but the hand that caught you from your wrist did it for you.
"Th-thank you." You told him, sounding a bit out of breath. You chuckled when he grunted. "Be careful, dumb- just be careful." He muttered, eyes slightly widening when he realized he was about to insult you.
You chuckled once again, and Bakugou had to stop himself from smiling back. "See you later, Bakugou-kun." You waved a shy hand, expecting him to sit back in his place, but instead, he looked at you, baffled.
"How do you know my name?
It was hard to surprise Bakugou. Not only was he extremely smart, but he was also very cautious and usually thought almost everything that could go wrong or not.
But he was genuinely, very sincerely shocked when you had started laughing at his question. Out loud, too. You were bending slightly forwards as you laughed, and Bakugou was both amazed and afraid of the motion. You had one of the prettiest laughs he had seen or heard, but this was the most awkward time you could have shown him that.
He had asked you how you knew his name, and you were laughing? He was starting to think you were even crazier than he thought you were. "You're quite popular, you know." You told him. "It's almost impossible to not know about you, especially if- well, after the sport festival, I'd say." You shrugged, pressing your lips in a mischievous smile, and Bakugou had noticed how you stopped yourself before something had slipped out of your mouth.
"Of course, I am." He replied smugly, but his eyes were watching you now even closer as if he was trying to solve a puzzle.
"Well, I have to go now, thanks again!" You smiled and waved goodbye, and Bakugou couldn't stop his scowl turning into an awkward smile.
~~~
It had turned into an odd form of agreement.
As days passed, you found yourself sitting closer to him, and after almost a week of bumping into each other, you were now sitting next to him, and he had no complaints.
He thought it was a bit better, actually. Not because he liked, it, of course, he didn't like being so close to you that your shoulders brushed when you moved, your head falling on his shoulder after only a few minutes of riding the train, sitting so close that your smell filled his senses.
No, of course, he didn't like that, and Bakugou liked having you sit so close to him because that was more convenient, and nothing else. It was easier to scare people away, to track if anyone walking before you was picking and sliding your phone into their pockets.
And maybe, just maybe, he might be liking your conversations, too. It wasn't much since you were almost always asleep, but when you weren't, Bakugou decided it wasn't the worst.
"So, mr. future number one hero," ah, and there was that. You referred to him as that often, and even though he was well aware it was mostly teasing, he had to admit it did affect his ego. "How was your day?"
"Fucking long." He sighed, and you giggled. "You always say that!"
"That's cause every day is fucking long!" He groaned, but he had an odd, almost affectionate smile on his lips that just made your heart giddy. "Well, that's hero course for you." You chuckled, biting your lip as you debated whether he'd push you off if you dropped your head on his shoulder now.
This had become your favorite part of the day. Not only was his caramel scent addicting, and it caused you to have the best sleep of your life (you found yourself unable to sleep without caramel scent and the safe feeling it brought to you, so you had to purchase caramel-scented candles), but he was also always warm.
So you did, deciding to live the moment to its best, closed your eyes and dropped your head, half expecting to be thrown off. But he didn't, chuckled instead, the vibrations of his laugh sending chills through your body. "Sleepy already?" He muttered into your hair, surprising you since you thought he wasn't the type to be comfortable with intimacy much, but he looked relaxed.
You could almost feel him smirking when you nodded softly. "Your day was obviously fucking long as well."
~~~
"Ah, man! I forgot my phone downstairs." Kirishima cussed, rolling his eyes at himself. "Hey, Bakubro, I have to leave immediately, but could you pick my phone up for me?"
"Do I look like a fucking maid from there?"
"Please, please! I have to go, and maybe you'll see your fan, too!" Bakugou's brows furrowed, "Whatever, if it'll make you shut the fuck up." He sighed annoyedly, he wouldn't have agreed any other day, but he had nothing better to do since you had texted him about an hour ago that you were going to be late for the train that day. Something about the school, you had told him.
"Really? Dude, you're a lifesaver, thanks!" Kirishima sighed relieved. "Just wake them up if they're asleep! They're like a cat, almost always sleeping in a corner." He added before he left the room.
Somehow, that description sounded awfully familiar, Bakugou thought.
"Oi, is anyone fucking here?" He called into the dim litten room when he arrived, mumbling to himself something about extras and dumbasses. He had visited the room once or twice when he was having his gauntlets remade, and why did he feel like he was missing something?
"Oi?" He shouted one more time, red gaze stumbling on the figure that was in the corner of the room, almost hiding behind the table, sleeping. His eyes found a half-melted caramel-scented candle on the table, wondering if it was safe to have a candle in a workshop like this one. A mask and workshop clothes stood right next to the candle.
"Hey, I'm fucking talking to... you." His voice trailed off when they lifted their head, stretching their arms when their eyes found the dumbfounded blonde.
"Oh, hey Katsuki-kun!" You cheered, rising to your legs.
"What the hell are you- why are you... What the fuck?"
You kept your silence, a mischievous smile on your lips as you waited for him to regain his thoughts. You watched as he connected the pieces, a lightbulb almost visible above his head. "You're a fucking student here!" He yelled, and you couldn't help but giggle at how accusing he sounded.
"Guilty as charged." You raised your hands, teasing him, knowing this was a one-time chance.
"Ah, would you look at the time." You spoke, inspecting the nonexistent watch on your wrist. "We should hurry if we want to catch the next train, you know." You grinned, watching him as he tried to suppress the smile creeping upon his lips.
"I guess so." He muttered, frowning as he looked away, but it was only to hide the blush that was settling on his cheeks.
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Percy Jackson meets a Landlord, a Tax Accountant, and a Tree Growing in Brooklyn
“Golduck, use hydro pump!” Percy whispered. He moved Golduck so he hit Batman on the chest, and then hit Batman a few more times for good measure. “Die, landlord!”
“Aren’t you a little old to be playing with toys?”
Percy almost fell out of his chair.
He twisted his torso around, looking behind him with wide eyes. But the only person there was a white girl, no older than him. She was wearing a really severe expression to match her tight little blonde ponytail, and she was carrying a clipboard in both hands. There was a piece of string tacked to the clipboard, with a pen tied around one end. She looked like she asked the school librarian if she could help shelve books.
Percy decided instantly that she hated him, so he decided to hate her back.
“Aren’t you a little young to be doing your taxes?” Percy sneered. “Buzz off.”
That made her mad. The girl’s angelic little chubby face twisted in rage, and her grip on the clipboard turned threatening. “I’m accounting the chores! And I could do taxes if I wanted!”
“Yeah?” Percy asked, unimpressed. “Name one tax.”
“Sales tax,” the girl said instantly.
Damn. She got that one.
Short fic that I am considering extending into a much, much longer fic. Thank you Ami for the translation of the card (I would definitely translate it yourself, it’s important). The entire backstory and premise of the AU isn’t immediately apparent, but if I extend the fic it’ll be more explained (spoiler: Luke Castellan, age 14, said fuck Olympus and moved all of Camp Half-Blood into Brooklyn to live in a child-run utopia). I haven’t reread Percy Jackson since I was 10, I barely remember anything that happens or any of the characters, so don’t expect much - but aren’t the best children’s novels the children’s novels that live in our head, anyway?
Rest under the cut.
2005
180 Olive Apartments was a dump. Batman said so.
Batman felt very strongly about this, and as a result Percy did too. It was not Percy’s own, private, personal opinion. Batman informed Percy that the apartment complex was shabby, gross, not in Staten island, and smelled weird. Batman made a very convincing argument that they should live in Staten Island instead, which Percy had done his best to relay to Mom. Mom hadn’t been impressed.
“This is the best place for us, Percy,” Mom had said, with that pinched look on her face. It was the ‘Percy’s Making My Life Really Hard’ face. Percy had been seeing that face a lot lately. “Let’s just try to make this work, please?”
There was no ‘best place’ for them, and Percy and Batman knew that. But that was another thing Mom didn’t want to hear.
So Percy had suffered in stoic silence as Mom dragged him out of the motel, made him miss the new episode of Pokemon, and forced him to ride the subway forty minutes into smelly Brooklyn so he could sit in this smelly chair outside of some smelly office in a smelly apartment. From inside the office, Percy could hear the faint rise and fall of voices: Mom’s, light and lyrical and very polite to people who were not Percy; and some landlord guy. His voice was really light and high too, but he was probably a real jerk.
Percy was so bored he could die. He sat up on his knees, turning around so he could prop his elbows against the dusty windowsill with grimy frosted glass. He plopped Batman down on the dirty windowsill, smearing his chipped feet through the tracks of dust. Parkour. He unzipped his pocket and grabbed his slightly dusty Golduck rubber toy, putting it in front of Batman. Golduck was from McDonald’s, so it had a bad attitude.
Percy waggled Batman. You have a bad attitude, Golduck. You can’t live in my house anymore, because you get water all over the tile and you make the wood go bad.
Golduck jiggled when Percy shook him. It wasn’t Golduck’s fault that the water went everywhere! Water just goes places sometimes. Golduck was a water type, so water followed him around and got into wood and made the wood go bad and made other people mad at him. It’s not Golduck’s fault, so don’t make him move!
I don’t want to hear it, Batman said. I’m going to make you live in a crummy motel and make your Mom go on a lot of boring websites looking for new places to live. The motel’s bananas are going to taste weird. Mom’s going to cry a lot. And it’ll be all your fault because you’re a bad kid.
“Golduck, use hydro pump!” Percy whispered. He moved Golduck so he hit Batman on the chest, and then hit Batman a few more times for good measure. “Die, landlord!”
“Aren’t you a little old to be playing with toys?”
Percy almost fell out of his chair.
He twisted his torso around, looking behind him with wide eyes. But the only person there was a white girl, no older than him. She was wearing a really severe expression to match her tight little blonde ponytail, and she was carrying a clipboard in both hands. There was a piece of string tacked to the clipboard, with a pen tied around one end. She looked like she asked the school librarian if she could help shelve books.
Percy decided instantly that she hated him, so he decided to hate her back.
“Aren’t you a little young to be doing your taxes?” Percy sneered. “Buzz off.”
That made her mad. The girl’s angelic little chubby face twisted in rage, and her grip on the clipboard turned threatening. “I’m accounting the chores! And I could do taxes if I wanted!”
“Yeah?” Percy asked, unimpressed. “Name one tax.”
“Sales tax,” the girl said instantly.
Damn. She got that one. Percy just rolled his eyes instead, sitting back down on his seat and stuffing his toys in his cargo pocket. He couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed, even if he knew that he wasn’t too old to play with Batman and Golduck. What did tax accountants know, anyway.
The girl sniffed, and made a show of inspecting the grimy windowsill and carefully making a note on her clipboard. Her pen had a pom-pom at the end. Percy bet she made hearts over the top of her ‘i’s.
“Nick’s been slacking,” the girl muttered threateningly. “I’m surrounded by incompetents.”
“Why is it Nick’s job to clean the leasing office?” Percy asked, unimpressed. “Don’t you have a janitor for that?” Was Nick the janitor? If this pinched-face little girl was harassing cleaning staff then Percy was going to file a complaint.
But the girl just looked surprised, as if the idea of having a janitor was foreign and strange. “No janitor would even make it through the doors.” But then her eyes narrowed, as if a thought just occurred to her. “Wait. How did you…”
However Percy did what, he would never know. The door to the leasing office cracked open, and Percy scrambled off his seat in excitement. The girl stood stiffly at attention, clipboard on her hip, as Mom stepped out of the office. She looked very tired, but weirdly relieved.
There was a man right behind her, just as white and blonde as the girl. Percy wasn’t surprised: he could pick out a real ‘daughter-of-the-manager’ type right away. The man didn’t look like every other landlord Percy had ever seen - no moustache, for one - and he didn’t look old enough for the part anyway. He wasn’t old, but he definitely wasn’t an elementary schooler. He had a broad, honest face, but he was too muscular and strong looking and landlordey to be trustworthy.
Percy decided the weird landlord, with a mop of yellow hair like golden thread and a scary eyebrow with one long scar cutting straight through, was twenty five years old. Clearly the result of nepotism in the landlord industry.
Mom smiled when she saw Percy, who quickly pasted on his most innocent expression. Her eyes caught on the girl, who was glaring daggers at him. The landlord’s eyes caught on Percy’s own wrinkled nose. “Percy, good! Are you making friends?”
It was not an innocent question. It was a ‘please don’t ruin this for me too, Percy’ question. It was a ‘I’m very tired and I need you not to make things hard’ question. Percy was well acquainted with them. But maybe the girl was too, because when the landlord looked at the girl she also abruptly quailed. “I hope you’re being a good host, Annabeth.”
The unfortunately named Annabeth and Percy glanced at each other in silent and instant understanding.
“Yeah, Annabeth’s really fun!” Percy said instantly. He was not going to ruin this for Mom again. Or, at least, he would try to hold off ruining it for her as long as possible. Even if this stupid apartment wasn’t in Staten island. “She was telling me about -”
“Taxes!” Annabeth said smoothly, a much better liar than Percy. “And Percy was telling me about Batman.”
They both looked very cute and very low matinence on command, the perfect picture of children who did not make their moms live in motels.
Percy was rewarded when Mom smiled in relief. She put a hand on Percy’s shoulder, squeezing tightly. “I’m so glad. Percy, this is Mr. Castellan. Why don’t you say hi?”
“Hi Mr. Castellan,” Percy said obediently. “My name’s Percy Jackson, I’m in third grade.”
The landlord smiled at him with closed and tight lips, but it was Annabeth who spoke in interest. “Percy like Percival, King Arthur’s knight who searched for the Holy Grail?”
Uh, whatever? “Percy like the Greek hero Perseus,” Percy said shortly. “But I’m not Greek. My Grandma was from Guadalajara.”
Annabeth’s eyes widened. She glanced at the landlord, whose expression was impossible to read. “Are you sure?”
“I know where my own grandmother is from!”
“She didn’t say that you didn’t, sweetie,” Mom said, and Percy guiltily shut up. “Percy, why don’t you and Mr. Castellan talk in his office for a little while? I have to fill out some paperwork, and I think you two have a lot to talk about.”
Percy looked up at her with wide eyes. Mom never left him alone with strangers. And paperwork already? “Are we moving in today?”
“You two talk for a bit,” Mom said firmly. “I’ll be right back.”
When Percy was pushed into Mr. Castellan’s office it felt more like he was a Roman Christian being tossed into the lion’s den in punishment for heresy. And when Mom settled him into an uncomfortable and weird-smelling chair in front of the teetering desk and kissed him on the temple before leaving the office, he abruptly felt like he had jumped into Grandma’s book of Bible Stories.
Mr. Landlord’s office was as dirty and run-down as the rest of the complex. The big box AC rattled with clinks and whirrs as it shuddered against the sticky summer heat, and the landlord’s desk was covered in thick stacks of paper and chewed-up pencils. When he sat back down behind the stained wood, the chair seemed just a little too big for him. He sunk strangely in it, the vinyl flaking off and floating into the ground. There were a lot of crayon drawings taped to the wall, and there was a light dusting of crumpled post-it notes on the ground.
Mr. Landlord tried to smile at Percy. Tried being the operative word: when he smiled it was too thin and without teeth, more pained than reassuring. It didn’t reach his watery blue eyes.
Percy hunched on the rickety chair. This guy set off every alarm bell he had, which was plenty. And no, it wasn’t just because he was a guy, Ms. Brown. For added security and self defense, Percy casually slid a capped ballpoint pen on the old desk in front of him into his sleeve. Batman was always prepared, and Percy was too. He can hack up any creepy guy and protect Mom any day of the week.
The landlord smiled wider, even worse. “Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name’s Luke Castellan, and I’m the supervisor here. Running into Annabeth first thing’s pretty bad luck, huh?” At Percy’s unimpressed eyebrow, he quickly added, “Annabeth keeps the whole place running, really. She’s...pretty convinced that this complex rests on her eight year old back, so she’s a little stressed out all the time. If she gets frustrated at you, don’t take it personally, okay?”
So she does help shelve books. Percy was a keen judge of character. “Why does she do it? You can’t make her be the superintendent. That’s child labor.”
Luke Castellan stared at Percy unblinkingly. He blinked about as often as a snake, but five times as quickly: as if he didn’t want to let you out of his sight for even a second. Finally, he said, “I’m fifteen.”
Percy gave Mr. Luke the stink-eye, clearly communicating that he did not trust even fifteen year olds (who were high schoolers, and even less trustworthy than adult-adults) as far as he could throw them. Especially fifteen year olds like Luke: who were too tall, with too-mature eyes and a particularly unhappy expression. Percy communicated perfectly that there was nothing trustworthy about this family of juvenile landlords, but he was just too polite to say so.
But that just made Mr. Luke sigh, as if he was tired instead of angry. “Annabeth’s my...ward, I guess. I just look after her. But she doesn’t like being looked after, so she makes up for it by looking after everyone else. I’m not saying I do a good job.”
He’s a landlord and he has a ward? Percy finally perked up. “So you’re like Batman?”
Mr. Luke stared at him unblinkingly, before finally saying, “Yes, except Batman doesn’t have superpowers.”
Percy had the sense he was being made fun of. “You don’t have super powers,” he accused, crossing his arms. “Nobody has super powers.”
Mr. Luke smiled, wan and weak. “Not even you, Percy?”
Percy froze.
Five seconds too late, Percy made himself laugh stupidly. People were quick to believe that Percy was stupid, and sometimes Percy helped them think that. It got him out of trouble sometimes - not always, but enough that it was useful. “If I had superpowers, I’d run super fast everywhere just like the Flash!”
But Mr. Luke just hummed, and flipped through some of the papers in a folder in front of him. Percy abruptly began sweating. Mom had given him those papers. They were records. This was like every time a principal had drawn up ‘proof’ against him in a court of law. “Your mom said that you both had to move out of your Queens apartment because it flooded.”
“I didn’t unscrew the taps,” Percy said reflexively. “They just came loose! I didn’t even touch them! I didn’t touch the boiler either!”
“The boiler?” Mr. Luke flipped back a few pages. “Oh, right. Your school.”
Percy slouched in his seat and folded his arms across his chest, stewing. He always sounded guiltiest when he denied it. He should go back to playing dumb. Pretend that he had no idea what water was. He had gotten away with it when he was six during that one birthday party at the aquarium, but something about being a third grader meant that people expected that you have basic observational skills.
It was stupid. There was no way to win. If he said that he didn’t do it then he sounded guilty. If he tried to point out how it was impossible for him to break the boiler and destroy the gym or whatever, using facts and logic and a rhetorical argument like the Youtube videos taught him, then they just told him he was making excuses. Sometimes Percy had the impression that everybody just wanted him to supervillain cackle like the Joker and brag about how terrible he was. Maybe he’d give that a shot once he entered middle school. It seemed like an evil teenage thing to do.
Percy Jackson was a liar, a thief, a cheat, a menace, and a bad kid. There was nothing more to be: not for someone like Percy.
But Mr. Luke didn’t threaten him, or give him ‘one last chance’ or anything. He just leaned forward, hands folded on the desk. His thumb was worrying at a small starburst scar on his hand, betraying a strange nervousness.
“Percy, can I talk to you man-to-man?”
Percy, who did not like men, squinted at Mr. Luke suspiciously. “Why.”
“Because this isn’t a topic for a kid. It’s a topic that...kills children, and turns them into little adults. I wish I didn’t have to broach it with you. But I think that you haven’t been a kid for a long time, Percy, and I don’t want to insult you by pretending otherwise.” Mr. Luke frowned, and Percy found himself involuntarily straightening. What was he talking about? “You were right. There was no way for you to have flooded your apartment, much less twice. There was no way for you to ruin your gym, or damage that aquarium. Much less...everything else in your file. No kid is that much of a miniature hurricane when he isn’t even trying. It sucks. It’s not your fault. And now your Mom’s credit score is so bad that she can’t afford another apartment. If it wasn’t for the fact that she saw our really generous listing in the paper, she would have had to move you two away from her home.”
She was thinking of moving them both to New Jersey. Percy’s lips tightened, and he knew that Mr. Luke saw it.
“This is an apartment building that provides shelter to a lot of special cases, just like you. It’s...full of kids who break things when they don’t mean to. Kids with a parent couldn’t handle them, or who couldn’t protect them. We have a lot of ways to keep families like yours safe, and to give you a home.”
Percy stared at Mr. Luke. He seemed deadly serious, as serious as anybody had ever been to Percy, despite the crazy stuff he was saying. Safe? Safe from what?
Safe from those weird, giant dogs that chased Percy and tore off half his jeans? Safe from that old lady in the deli with the slobbering bag and beady eyes? Safe from broken water pipes, from ruined floors and busted walls, from Percy himself?
Finally, all Percy could think to ask was, “How do you know that I’m a special case?”
“Because not just anyone could see that listing,” Mr. Luke said. “And - uh, no offense - but you are one of the most obviously inhuman children I’ve met in my life.”
Percy’s jaw dropped in complete, unadulterated rage, and without even stopping to think through his actions he withdrew the ballpoint pen from his pocket. He uncapped it, fully intending on doing something dramatically yet harmlessly violent with it, but he didn’t get the chance.
The ballpoint pen turned into a gleaming bronze and silver sword. Percy screamed. Percy fell out of his chair. Percy did not get the opportunity to look cool and dangerous at all.
****
And now Percy had Greek god stuff to worry about!
Didn’t Percy have enough problems? He couldn’t stay in a school, they couldn’t keep an apartment, their new landlord didn’t blink enough, and now he was the kid of a Greek god? Apparently he had been spending his entire life running from monsters and he just hadn’t noticed? That explained the stupid scary dog!
Percy knew much more about Greek gods than the average kid, since Mom was a huge fan. Yeah, Mom! Apparently you were a big fan! Jesus, Mom!
What’s this dumb stuff about Poseidon! That had freaked out Mr. Luke, and made him ask a lot of questions like ‘are you sure’ and ‘there’s a lot of minor gods who like to pass themself off as someone more impressive to mortals’. Then Annabeth, who had been listening at the door like a sneak and who ran in all heroically when he almost accidentally stabbed Mr. Luke, freaked out and called his mom a liar. His mom!
Then Percy tried to stab her with his new sword. Mom made Percy apologize for trying to stab Annabeth. Mr. Luke made Annabeth apologize for insulting Percy’s mother. Percy was beginning to worry that he and Annabeth may be mortal enemies.
Mr. Luke had tried explaining a bunch of stuff about monsters and ‘the Sight’ and why Percy’s life was terrible to him, but Percy already knew his life was terrible and he wasn’t interested. Percy ended up furiously swinging his new sword at a tree outside as Mom signed a bunch of forms and talked with Mr. Luke some more, but she hustled him home pretty quickly afterwards.
Percy didn’t give the sword back. Mr. Luke, wisely, did not ask for it back.
Mom kept on making a face on the subway back to the motel like she had been waiting her entire life for Percy to ask all of these questions, and she was preparing herself for it. She kept on glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, watching Percy kick his feet against the hard plastic seat. It was obvious. But Percy didn’t have anything to say to her. They spent the rest of the day in silence, just focusing on packing up and getting everything ready to move. Jacksons were practical, Mom said.
Jacksons were practical. Percy was practical, too. It was only in the deep pits of night, as Percy lay in bed holding up his sword and watching it reflect the soft lamplight above the creaky wooden table where Mom was doing work, that he asked.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
The sword was really cool. It was pure bronze, with the middle gleaming pure silver. There was some Greek writing inscribed down the center that Percy had no idea how to read, although he had spent an hour scouring the internet looking for a translation. The handle was tough white cord, stiff and starchy but fraying a little at the edges.
Mr. Luke said it was named something, but Percy forgot what it was. He had been a bit busy almost impaling the guy.
Mom’s fingers froze over the keyboard. Her back was turned to him, so he couldn’t see her face, but her spine was stiff and rigid.
Finally, after a long silence, she said, “I didn’t want you to think that there was anything different about you.”
“So what?” Percy asked, his eyes pricking rebelliously. Stupid water. “You let me think that I was a bad person who ruined your life?”
“Percy, no!” Mom turned around, expression crumpled. The dim light showed the heavy bags under Mom’s eyes in sharp relief. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, baby. None of this is your fault, you understand? That’s what this business with your father means: that none of it was your fault. That’s all it means.”
If that was true, Percy thought, then why couldn’t she have told him before?
But Percy was afraid that if he said that, then he would start crying, and Percy was way too old to cry. Only weak little babies cried.
“I’m sorry my dad’s a loser who ruined your life, Mom,” Percy said.
“Percy…”
But Percy refused to answer her, putting his sword down next to him and pretending to go to sleep. He kept it next to him in bed all night, gripping its hilt tight, and the firm and cool pressure of the steel in his hand soothed him when the thought of a father didn’t.
***
They moved in the next day.
The next day! Percy was livid. He barely had any time to pack up his toys into his backpack, and Mom didn’t even have time to help him back up his blue Spider-man suitcase. He had to do it all by himself, and then Mom came in and told him he was folding everything up wrong and that he had to redo it. If she had so many problems with it, she should have helped him and gave him more than one day to move out of their dumb motel!
When people moved on TV there were always moving vans and buff dudes in baseball caps. But Percy was much better at moving then any of those idiots: all it took was a suitcase (of clothes and toiletries and stuff) and a backpack (of toys and school supplies and stuff).
Percy’s backpack had the Power Rangers on it, in glossy plastic. Its contents were always the same, through every move: Batman, Golduck, Bulbasaur, Blue Eyes White Dragon, Raphael, a stegosaurus with a missing tail named Hedward, and a little book full of pictures of him and his mom and some cards and stuff. There was a picture of him and Grandma in the apartment in Staten Island that he lived in until he was six, and a 5th birthday card she had given him six months before she died. Written inside, in her looping and faded script, was a sentence Percy had read over and over and over again. ‘Tu angel de la guarda trabaja horas extra por tí. Así que acuérdate de decirle gracias ¿Sí, mi niño?'’
Percy was inclined to agree with her. God should pay his guardian angel overtime. That, or pay one to go to Olympus and collect child support.
The image was funny to Percy - the idea of his angel with her wings and halos showing up at Poseidon’s door and tapping her watch as she held out her hat. It was so funny, it was the first thing he told Mr. Luke when they met him at the gates to the apartment complex. Mom was huffing behind him with her two suitcases, while Percy was busy juggling his own backpack, suitcase, and sword.
Mr. Luke looked alarmed to see the both of them, although Mom had called ahead and arranged to meet him here. Worse, Annabeth was next to him, still holding a clipboard. She didn’t look alarmed, just mad.
“Did you bring Riptide onto public transportation?” Annabeth squawked. “You have no sense of discretion!”
Was Riptide the name of the sword? Whatever. Percy would have named it Hurricane. “I know words you don’t know too, you don’t have to brag,” Percy said flatly.
“Yeah, the gods are filthy little child support evaders,” Mr. Luke said easily, instantly endearing himself to Percy. Mom rolled her eyes as she put her suitcases down, but she was clearly fighting a smile. “Don’t worry, I dragged them to court. Sued them for all they’re worth.”
“How on earth did you do that?” Mom asked, interested.
“Trickery and rhetoric,” Annabeth said proudly.
“Swords,” Mr. Luke said.
“What did you squeeze them for?” Percy asked, excited.
Mr. Luke winked. And he still didn’t ask for his sword back. Maybe he wasn’t all bad.
The apartment complex itself wasn’t nearly as big as a lot of Brooklyn complexes, looking more like the little apartment complexes in Queens that Percy was used to. It was three separate three-story buildings arranged in a square, with one side holding the small leasing office and a parking lot. It was open-air, with the apartment doors opening directly outside. There was a really big courtyard in the center, and despite himself Percy got a little excited.
It was awesome. There was a huge, sprawling tree right in the center of the courtyard. It was gigantic, bigger than any tree Percy had ever seen in his life. It seemed like it didn’t even belong in New York, like it was a transplant from the California Redwoods or Canada or something. Its leaves were waving in a nonexistent breeze, and something about it just seemed so magical and otherworldly to Percy.
But that was only half of the awesome things. The other awesome thing was that there were kids everywhere.
The tree provided shade to a couple scattered gangs of kids, sitting around and laughing. There was a rusty set of monkey bars, which some kids were playing on, and there was a big dirt rectangle where other kids were hitting each other on the head with wooden plastic swords. There were groups of girls eating lunch, and a gang of boys playing soccer in the corner that made Percy immediately want to jump in and play too. Percy dominated at soccer.
“The East and South buildings are where we all live,” Annabeth informed Mom. “The West building is where the training rooms and storage rooms and administrative rooms - that’s my office - and everything is. It also has guest units for the local spirits that like to visit. We just had ten Bacchae stay for a week. They were backpacking to Woodstock. We have very good inter-community relationships here.”
“That’s amazing,” Mom said faintly. Mr. Luke was smiling faintly, eyes fixed on the big tree. Percy found himself staring at Mr. Luke, watching with interest the soft but firm pride in his eyes. “Luke said that this property’s safe from…”
She glanced at Percy quickly, cutting herself off. But Annabeth just huffed.
“I almost got eaten by monsters twenty times when I was seven,” Annabeth informed Mom imperiously. “We’re not babies. Connor Stoll says if you’re old enough to get eaten by monsters then you’re old enough to know that they exist.”
Percy decided immediately that he liked Connor Stoll, and maybe even Annabeth too.
“The tree protects us,” Luke said. “Wherever the tree is, we’re safe. Not even the gods date step foot beyond the leasing office here.”
“Because of the tree?” Mom asked.
Luke smiled - sharp, piercing, and strange. “Sure, let’s say that.”
But Mom just frowned. She looked over the courtyard of kids - some of whom were already starting to whisper and stare. Annabeth waved at a gaggle of identically blonde children, and for the first time Percy wondered who she was the daughter of. Probably the bossiest god. Maybe Athena. Or, like, Hephaestus. Definitely Hephaestus.
“You said that there’s nobody over eighteen here,” Mom said to Luke. “Luke, there’s a six year old on those monkey bars.”
“If you’re under thirteen, you live with someone over thirteen,” Luke said to her. Annabeth was still frowning in disapproval at Percy’s sword. He stuck his tongue out at her. “Two people to a unit, we try to pair the oldest with the youngest. Lucy lives with Henrique, he’s seventeen. It’s the best we can do.”
“Surely there has to be someone…?”
“Adults have never helped us. They never will.” Luke looked away sharply. “We’ve been in Brooklyn a year. You’re the first adult who’s made her way here. Most other parents with a kid as powerful as Percy would have -”
He cut himself off sharply, glancing at Percy, and Percy scowled up at him. He thought that Luke was being honest. Maybe he was just another old guy afraid to say what everybody else knew.
“I’ll help Ms. Jackson settle in,” Annabeth said suddenly. She held out her hands to Percy, who reflexively hugged his luggage to his chest. “You guys are in unit 5. It’s on the bottom floor. If you flood it, then we can fix it okay. Give me your luggage, I’ll put it in your unit.”
Percy stared at her, overwhelmed with that simple signal of care. No threats about if he flooded it, no warnings or sickly sweet faux-concern. Just understanding, and acceptance.
He silently gave her his bags.
She seemed surprised when she felt how light they were. Percy shrugged awkwardly at her face, crossing his arms tightly around her chest. “Don’t touch my stuff, okay?”
“Sure,” Annabeth said, before pausing a beat. “We have a TV in our place. #1. Do you want to come over tonight and watch Winx Club?”
“Yeah,” Percy said, overwhelmed. “Sure.”
Mr. Luke put a hand on Percy’s back as Annabeth guided Mom to a corner unit. Percy couldn’t help but notice that the door to the unit was already propped open. Wait - there were people going in and out!
There was a tall, buff teenager, carrying two chairs underneath each arm. There was another group of three teenage girls, carrying a table between them. Two other younger kids were carrying boxes and laughing. They were bringing everything into the unit, and other younger kids were running in and out with cleaning supplies.
From a distance, Percy saw Mom stop in her tracks. Annabeth tugged at her shirt and got her to bend down, whispering something in her ear. A boy with sandy brown hair ran up, taking Mom’s suitcases from her and bringing them into the unit.
“Your Mom mentioned that you were missing some furniture,” Mr. Luke said. “The Hermes and Aphrodite kids all pitched in to get your home looking like a home. I hope you’ll like it.”
Percy clutched his sword to his chest, speechless.
Mr. Luke smiled down at him, that same wan and weak smile, and put a hand on his back. He gently pushed Percy forward, towards the tree. “Come with me for a minute?”
They silently approached the sprawling, ancient tree. As they came closer, Percy could see that its bark was gnarled and knotted, with perfect handholds for climbing and perfect boughs for resting in the summer sun. He could already see a few kids resting in high boughs, taking a nap in the humid and sticky sun.
“Percy, I’d like to introduce you to someone.” Mr. Luke’s voice was quiet, like he was in church. He looked up at the tree, peering far into the leaves as if he was trying to find something hidden within them. “This is Thalia. Thalia, this is Percy. He’s the newest member of the family. He’s also your cousin.”
Cousin? Percy looked up at Mr. Luke, eyes wide. “I’m related to a tree?”
Tilted up at the tree, Percy couldn’t see Mr. Luke’s expression. Maybe that was on purpose. “Thalia’s a kid, just like us. Daughter of Zeus. I used to think that she was the closest thing to an adult I knew, but...I’m as old as she is, now. I guess one day soon I’ll be older than she ever got to be.”
Oh. The tree was, like, from the ashes of some dead girl. Awkward. Percy stared at the thick and arching roots of the tree, feeling weird.
“Thalia, please protect Percy. I can already tell that he’s going to grow up to be very strong and brave. Please help us make sure that Percy never has to be strong. That he’s never brave. I can already tell he’s going to need a lot of your help.” He looked down at Percy for the first time, and for the first time Percy could see just a little warmth in those icy blue eyes. “You’re going to have to work overtime for him. So make sure to say thank you, Percy. Okay?”
“Thank you, Thalia,” Percy said obediently. He bowed awkwardly, uncertain what to do. The sword scraped awkwardly against his thigh. “Thanks for letting me into your home.”
“Welcome home, Percy,” Mr. Luke said, and for the first time Percy almost believed it.
#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson#annabeth chase#luke castellan#pjo fanfic#percy jackson fanfic#I'm bouncing between a lot of different projects right now and trying to decide which one to dedicate time to#I promise I DID take a break and I will CONTINUE TO DO SO because work's been exhausting#but sometimes that means just writing low-effort self-indulgent stuff#anyway my friend had to sit down and explain the worldbuilding of pjo to me and I was like WOW THATS FUCKED so I wrote this#I also dislike some of the ways that pjo handled percy's backstory so that's being addressed#my writing#I FORGOT THE CUT LOL
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Why The Crows Being Teenagers Is Actually Perfectly Realistic
There’s a TL;DR are the end because wow I like to rant.
I lightly discuss the general situations they’re all in to explore how they are frighteningly mature and competent, but it’s not particularly depressing or descriptive, it’s definitely lighter than the books
I thought about this post with a joke first: “People who think that Six of Crows is unrealistic because they’re so young clearly have not spent much time with traumatized honors students.”
It’s a bit of an exaggeration, but the point stands.
But I decided that, hm, actually, I could make a point about this. I totally agree with the aging up of the characters in the Shadow and Bone show, but when people straight up say that the books are wrong or unrealistic for having a young crew, I get annoyed, and here’s why (other than me reading the books for the first time when I was 13 and thinking ‘Huh okay, I see it’ and now being lowkey offended when people say they ignore it for being unrealistic):
On Inej
- At first I thought Inej’s wisdom and general demeanor was one of the most unrealistic things in the book
- When I thought about it longer, I was like “Actually, she’s 16, right? I’ve sent some of the most lyrical philosophy trying to help my friends while in high school. My friends have done the same. It’s valid.”
- Frankly, teenagers love hard-hitting philosophical truths. They love repeating what they’ve read or heard in movies and in books and from family stories. They love sharing little bits of wisdom they have come up with
- Inej’s ability to hear and understand philosophy and wisdom that she was surrounded by for 14 straight years and then sit on it and elaborate it for her friends to understand, or even just to piss them off in Kaz’s case?
- Teenagers have that. They do it. So, Inej’s Wisdom passes, to me. It’s valid.
As for her being calm
- You know how everyone jokes that Kaz seems calm on the outside but when you get to his POV he’s like “What the fuck” at the Van Eck house or just straight up “Huh, is this revenge for making tree jokes” at the Djel River thingy in the Ice Court?
- Inej is like that, too. And she gets angry, and she gets confused, or exhausted.
- AKA every quiet kid ever. Like, are you kidding? Have you ever been in a situation in which it’s literally chaos all around you, people are screaming and things are being destroyed (think middle school classroom with bitchy long term substitute and even worse students), and you’re just, calm? You pick up your things, you do what you need to do?
- That’s Inej. Like, what else is she gonna do? She’s smart enough to know that panicking won’t help anyone, and so she just rides it out. Internally she might be like “Why is this happening” but frankly, her being quiet and controlled in most situations is probably a coping mechanism and I respect that
- Pretty sure this is also based on the fact that the Suli have no land for their own and constantly have to keep moving. It might align with generational trauma, I’m sure someone could explain it better than me, but being able to keep your cool while constantly having to change and adapt to new situations, in, say, a country with hellfire politics and no land to call your own? Seems like a hereditary trait that could be useful in Ketterdam, although it’s sad.
On Inej’s abilities
- Simone Biles started training when she was 6 and went to the World Artistic Gymnastics Championships when she was 16, where she qualified in all the events.
- There are videos of people walking over tightropes as young as three years old. We know Inej didn’t start that young, but not only was she naturally talented at it, but she spent a lot of time practicing. I think it’s valid. Plus, some of her family members do some pretty crazy things in her flashbacks, because that’s the whole point of what they do.
- Youngest person to beat American Ninja Warrior was 16 year old Vance Walker
- Inej has a variety of of tools that help her wall climb, and while it’s true that she started young and got good really fast, she already had a history of physical work that would help her, and from what we can gleam from the book, a surprising amount of free time in which she was actively encouraged to learn everything she could.
So that’s Inej! I think her skills are perfectly possible for someone with her history and situation. It’s true that she’s naturally skilled, but that’s not actually all that unusual. And her demeanor and wisdom do fit in with what a lot of teenagers are like and the circumstances she was brought up in
Onto Kaz!
- One thing I hear about is that Kaz is too smart for not having gone to school and also too young to know all that he does
- Do you all KNOW how many self-taught people there have been in this world? The word for people who are self-taught is autodidacts, and honestly a huge amount of famous people apply. Like many, many other people in history (there’s a whole list of them in Wikipedia), he had an vested interest in a field and he learned all he could. Sure, those fields were magic tricks and math, but still.
- Suddenly I have a lot of thoughts
- Okay, think, hyperfixations. That’s essentially what Kaz’s thing with magic tricks was, right? Have any of you ever spent time with an eight year old that clearly really, really loves dinosaurs? Those kids can spout names and facts and identify them by their skeletons and frankly know more than I ever will. Kaz’s was magic tricks. All kids are special.
- Kaz continued working on magic tricks and practicing them for years, so, I think that gets a pass.
- As for the math! Look, a Fact Of Life is that some kids are just Like That, whether it be possibly from neurodivergence or other factors:
- Flo and Kay Lyman are twins with Autism who basically have the calendar of EVER memorized. Kaz memorizing card decks is sensible, and these ladies don’t need to look up anything to figure it out, so Kaz doing sums inside his head seems plausible. His “photographic memory’ isn’t impossible, although the term itself might be incorrect.
- Katherine Johnson who worked at NASA (yes, the lady from Hidden Figures), was so good at math that she was in high school by age 10 and went to college at age 15. It’s true that she had some teaching, but 1. There’s no evidence Kaz had absolutely no schooling, even if it was just at home with books and 2. Kaz was 9 when he came to Ketterdam, and after Jordie died, when he wasn’t surviving, he was learning.
- Human calculator is a term that is applied to children a lot and there’s definitely plenty of videos showing how smart these kids are and them doing mental math easily, which he does in the books
- He had a LOT of pressure on him to figure out all he could, and if he wanted to move forward, he was going to have to learn a lot. He spent hours practicing magic tricks, for all we know he spent hours practicing math too. We know Jordie was a bit of a bookworm too, so Kaz from a young age probably already had a reason to learn. Personally, a lot of my love for books was inspired by my older sibling when I was younger
- Young people are adaptable. Kaz is incredibly adaptable. The term prodigy exists because of people like him through history.
- As for him being rational, there’s no other way to survive. Some of the greatest soldiers in history have been very, very young, and very, very smart. It’s true tacticians are generally considered to be older, but that doesn’t mean there haven’t been very young ones.
- A lot of the generals I found were like, 19 years old, but Kaz is 1. not a general and 2. in a place where young people take up the mantle really, really quickly, and frankly it’s been like that for a long time. I still think this passes. This isn’t relevant but William the Conqueror was apparently called “The Bastard”?
- Frankly, underground communities of thieves probably don’t go around publishing their escapades so to me it makes sense that I can’t just look up “famous young thieves” and get anything that makes sense, but I did try
- Y’all I tried to do research on youngest escape artists since I think Kaz qualifies and I found myself in what I think is a magicians forum? It’s from 2002-ish and I feel like I’ve just found a relic. I can’t definitely prove they’re all saying the truth, but some of the people there talk about 10-11 year olds at magic camps, so, it’s not impossible for this to be a skill Kaz learned really young, particularly when he made a habit of following around magicians
- I think he passes the realism check overall
For the other Crows:
- Nina being so proficiently multilingual makes sense to me, because she’s been in the Little Palace almost her entire life with all the best teachers they could afford at her disposal. Some people just click with languages. One such would be Timothy Doner, who spoke 23 languages at 16.
- Nina is a child soldier. She of course can handle the battlefield, although I imagine there’s a degree of trauma that she has to deal with (although it’s true that most of her work was always meant to angle her towards being a spy).
- Jesper was taught to shoot from a young age by Aditi, who was likely incredibly proficient. Plus, there’s mentions of him and his father being on some sort of frontier at one point in the books, so, it’s likely that Jesper got his fair share of ‘being a child soldier” since he would’ve been 15 or younger. Plus, with being a Fabrikator, he gets a leg up
- Jesper’s smart y’all, he just also likes to have fun
- I am a little terrified by the fact that I looked up ‘youngest sharpshooter’ and found out about a 9 year old girl (Addysson “Addy” Soltau) who can indeed shoot guns, but uh, it does prove my point
- Matthias... I haven’t heard anyone really argue about Matthias. He’s the oldest at 18 and again, he’s essentially a religious child soldier. Of course he would be built af and know how to handle himself in a fight, and in a flashback about meeting Trassel, we’re told that he was actually distanced from the other boys and was the biggest and strongest/smartest of the group. Perhaps not compared to Kaz, but still
- We know how Wylan ended up how he is, so I don’t think i have to defend how he’s both a musical prodigy, good at math, and good at chemistry. Plenty of kids who can’t do one thing will immediately gravitate to a different field (think AP math students who can’t write essays, or those kids who could analyse a book and it’s metaphors in class but didn’t understand geometry).
- Granted he took it far but it’s kinda implied that his father ignored him eventually and what else was Wylan going to do
- I don’t really know how he did chemistry while not being able to read the symbols and stuff, but that’s likely because I’ve never had to learn the way he did and also I really suck at Chemistry, but I refuse to believe that it invalidates his capabilities
Final Thoughts:
- They’re Traumatized Honors Students
- People might say that “it’s unrealistic that all the smart ones somehow ended up together” but again they’re traumatized honors students and those gravitate to each other
- Of course the smart ones ended up together, they’re the ones in those crazy situations precisely because they are prodigies. Nina wouldn’t have met Matthias if she wasn’t skilled and a spy, Kaz wouldn’t have known Inej if she hadn’t been skilled at silence (I can’t explain that one but uh ninjas did/do exist and it IS still a fantasy world). Kaz would have never been a leader of the Dregs in a position to find Jesper if he hadn’t been so determined to rise to the top, and Jesper wouldn’t have been in Ketterdam if his father hadn’t thought that Jesper was smart enough to get that chance.
- You know how those fringe revolutionary artists for new eras end up knowing all knowing each other and even hanging out? That’s them.
- I have decided there is a strong basis for Autistic Kaz, someone who is more studied than me should feel free to explore this.
- I read this book a few years ago, A Long Way Gone by Ishmael Beah. It’s about this guy’s experiences as a boy soldier and it’s a painful read so I’m not sure I recommend it as a casual read, but he talked about these young kids being able to actually make competent military strategies and handle warfare. It’s an extreme example of what I’m trying to explain when it comes to them being able to handle the brutality of their situation, but it’s true, essentially
- They are definitely serious, but if you think they’re not teenagers I just, disagree so much. They have moments of lighthearted banter, they make light of their situation, they try to support each other Nina covers it so well in her farewell at the end of Crooked Kingdom: The little rescues of laughing at each others jokes or eating together and just supporting each other, is not only a very human thing, but a very teenager thing.
- Scary experiences that shape us happen all the time, and although for most it’s not the things that the Crows experience, picking each other up is a big part of why they do read as teenagers to me. I’ve seen kids be able to seriously converse about things like being questioned by the police, or being left to their own devices for days at a time, or the general impending doom they all feel, and it’s dark, but they’re also going to joke about silly puns 20 minutes later.
- Teenagers aren’t exempt from terrifying maturity and competence
- Finally: Despite all I said, it’s a fantasy story and doesn’t have to be realistic
In the end, everyone can believe what they want to believe, but this is my case for my opinion.
TL;DR The Crows are all prodigies and a lot of their achievements and capabilities are based in reality and there are real people who actually achieved things like what they’ve done. Messed up prodigies gravitate to messed up prodigies, hence how they all end up together. When it comes to their mental state, most of them have been brought up their entire lives in situations that required for them to problem solve and keep their cool even when things are going to hell.
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