#that was saying Hey if apollo is just supposed to be Just A Guy you should be giving him traits that are outside photo model twink guy
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Part 2 to that Welcome Home Incorrect Quotes post I made, like, a year ago. Wow how productive of me.
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Poppy: Good morning.
Julie: Good morning.
Eddie: Good morning.
Barnaby: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.
Sally: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!
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Barnaby, holding in their laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing?
Frank: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic human language.
Barnaby:
Barnaby: Water you doing?
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Julie, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.
Frank: Do you think other people can’t hear you?
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Wally: Good. Thanks, dad.
Poppy: You just called Eddie “dad”. You just said “thanks, dad.”
Wally: What? No, I didn’t. I said “thanks, man”.
Eddie: Do you see me as a father figure, Wally?
Wally: No. If anything I see you as a bother figure ‘cause you’re always bothering me.
Howdy: Hey! Show your father some respect!
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Howdy: *on the phone* Just snap his kneecaps and he’ll talk, I’m at a parent teacher conference.
Howdy: Anyways, you said Wally is enjoying finger painting! That's great.
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Eddie: Shouldn't get stressed out, it's not good for the baby.
Wally: What baby?
Eddie, crying a bit: Me.
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Wally: The shadow realm? No, I’m sending you to Ohio!
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Howdy: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?
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Frank, looking at a selfie of Wally's: I hate this photo.
Wally: I’m cute as fuck in that photo! I’m smiling kindly.
Frank: You’re not smiling kindly; you look like you’re up to something.
Wally: Up to kindness.
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*at a zoo*
Julie: What are they in for?
Frank: Julie, this isn't prison.
Julie: So they can leave?
Frank: No, but-
Julie, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.
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Poppy: Fine! Judge all you want but...
Poppy, points at Sally: Married a lesbian.
Poppy, points at Julie: Left a man at the altar.
Poppy, points at Wally: Fell in love with a gay ice dancer.
Poppy, points at Barnaby: Threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire.
Poppy, points at Howdy: Lives in a box!
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Julie: Frank and I are so close we even share a toothbrush.
Frank: We what?
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Wally: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face.
Barnaby:
Barnaby: I like you.
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Eddie: I think I'm falling for you.
Frank: Then get up.
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Julie: Why do you act like we’re three year olds?
Frank, exasperated: WHY?!?
Frank points at Barnaby: YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR!
Frank points at Wally: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK!
Frank points at Julie: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND!
Frank: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????
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Howdy: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.
Frank: Oh. We're going out?
Howdy: Wh…
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Wally: *gets set on fire and screams in agony*
Wally: Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.
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Sally: I need 28 lightbulbs for 28 ducks.
Howdy: Ducks can’t eat lightbulbs?
Barnaby: I think that’s the point.
Sally: Exactly. I want my ducks to glow so I can find them.
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Julie: Wasn't icarly that guy that girlbossed too close to the sun because he was down for Apollo?
Frank: ICARUS?
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*at an awards show*
Poppy: Can I carry you on my back like Eddie did?
Wally: I don't think Barnaby would like that.
Poppy: *pouts*
*Later*
Poppy: *carrying Wally on their back*
Barnaby: What the hell??
Wally: What was I supposed to do? Say no?
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Frank: I have very high standards, you know.
Eddie: I can make spaghetti...
Frank: Oh no! You're meeting all my standards!
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Wally: I’ve been here in jail so long I think I’ve lost my mind.
Wally: The days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months.
Wally: How long have I been in here now? Almost a year?
Barnaby: This is Monopoly.
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Wally: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?
Barnaby: *crouches down*
Frank: *kneels down*
Poppy: *sits on the floor*
Wally:
Wally: I hate all of you.
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*Sally is crying after a breakup*
Eddie: There there, Sally.
Sally, still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room?
Eddie: Great question—
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Barnaby, knocking on the door: Howdy, open up!
Howdy: It all started when I was a kid.
Barnaby: That’s not what I-
Sally: Let them finish!
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Julie, on a random band name generator: Oooo! They Might Be Depressed Horses! That about sums up my friend group.
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Julie: War is heck!
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Sally: What’s it like being tall?
Sally: Is it nice?
Sally: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?
Poppy: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.
Wally: It was one time!
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Howdy: Last night I found out Barnaby is a sleep talker.
Poppy: Oh, really?
Howdy: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3am.
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Wally: Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey!
Poppy: But I'm a vegan.
Wally: Wakey Wakey Vegetables and Sadness.
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Howdy: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.
Sally: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back...
Julie: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.
Eddie: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.
Barnaby: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.
Wally: Mental stability, my old friend!
Howdy: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?
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Frank, looking over Wally’s shoulder: You can draw?
Wally, stopping what they were doing: You can speak?
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Wally, near tears: Please, Neighbor, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!
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Julie: A party is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much they’re loved. Frank has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for them.
Eddie: By forcing them to have fun at a party that they don’t want to be at?
Julie: I knew you’d understand.
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Wally: Julie noticed only today that they can label their email inboxes, but they took apart their entire bloody laptop two weeks ago.
Sally: This reminds me of the Julie who couldn’t turn on the coffee maker, but remembers about 500 digits of pi.
Wally: I’ll be delighted to inform you that this is the very same Julie.
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Julie: What do I get?
Sally: A night of fashion, mischief, mayhem, and possible death.
Julie: Ooh, check, check, and check; not sure about that last one.
Sally: It won't be you.
Julie: I'll get my coat.
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Wally: My crush isn’t picking up on my hints.
Barnaby: What hints have you given them?
Wally: Well, I think about them a lot.
Wally: And sometimes I even think about talking to them.
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Poppy: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!
Julie: How can you still say that?
Poppy: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.
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Julie: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons.
Barnaby, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.
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Wally: I'm not a morning person. I'm barely even a person.
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Julie, holding a scooter: Poppy! Can I go outside and play with this?
Poppy: Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay?
Julie, running outside: Thanks Poppy!
Poppy, running out after them and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!
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Sally: ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful...
Frank: I just wanna fucking marry Eddie!!
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Eddie: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.
Julie: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.
Wally: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.
Sally: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.
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Frank: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.
Frank, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.
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I did it :D
#welcome home#wally darling#barnaby b beagle#julie joyful#frank frankly#sally starlet#eddie dear#howdy pillar#poppy partridge#incorrect quotes
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Apollo hairy and with acne, Klavier roots growing through and no-op, your art is very warm to me thank you
WAAAAAH THANK YOU 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 klapolly having these traits is so so special and important to me,, they are just like me fr ..........
#its like. idk when i got more into aa last yr i got to see a good amount of art with klapolly having these traits#and it made me go !!! thats like me fr :D!!#along w/ seeing a variety of features that get ignored in fandom art a lot in favor of conventionally attractive ''perfect'' looking ppl#which is very awesome i love seeing that#so ive been inspired ever since to implement stuff like hairy apollo and brunet klav in my art#and also the fact i do project a bit of myself into them lol ajdhfkfj#i do credit this one post (idk if i can find it again) that spurred me to be brave enough to put physical traits of myself in them#that was saying Hey if apollo is just supposed to be Just A Guy you should be giving him traits that are outside photo model twink guy#and listed acne and body hair as some examples and i went !!! thats just like me for real !!#idk its prob obvious this has been great for my body image and very affirming for my gender so it makes me happy to draw klapolly like this#it makes me even happier to see other ppl feel the same way <:]
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hiii !! could you please do percy x apollo reader where she's like this super sunny girl and everyone thought that her and her ex were perfect together but her ex ends up breaking up with her after losing interest. and maybe the breakup kind of splits everyone into sides because it was healthy but also heartbreaking (and percy, without even knowing, is somehow is her #1 advocate to everyone even if they don't know each other / barely ever talked before) and everyone watches as she slowly loses her spark and stops showing up for things, stays in bed all day, stuff like that and percy suddenly feels her absence and has enough of it and helps her pick up the pieces of her heart. he doesn't really pressure her to date or anything he just tries to be there for her by brightening her mood and teasing her and stuff and eventually he helps her move on from her ex. and like maybe a couple months pass of them being friends but also lowkey more than that and she confesses to him after annabeth or her friend makes her realize that she actually like LIKES percy when she loses it in a mad or a sad way at the sight of him with another girl (and she usually has her emotions in control) but yeah thats basically it !! thank u for reading this :)) hope ur having a good dayy
percy jackson x daughter of apollo!reader
summary: your boyfriend breaks up with you and percy becomes your #1 defender, falling in love with you in the process
wc: 4286
You, along with pretty much everyone else at camp, thought that your relationship was perfect. Being with your boyfriend was like a fairytale to you, but apparently it wasn't for him.
"Hey, so um, thanks for meeting me. I hope this isn't too random, but I just don't think our relationship is working anymore, and I think you feel it too," he says, looking into your eyes. If you weren't so in love with him, you probably would've smacked the crap out of him for this. You'd never been happier in your relationship, and he thought it wasn't working? You weren't quite sure if you were mad or sad in this moment.
"Oh. If that's what you think, then I agree," you reply, sadly smiling at him, trying to pretend that your heart wasn't breaking into a million little pieces.
"Alright, I still really like you and I hope we can be friends still," he says, and you know that he's saying it without malicious intent because he really is a good guy, which makes you even more frustrated.
"Sure, of course we can."
He gives you a hug and tells you to have a good day.
How are you supposed to have a good day when you just got dumped by the love of your life? You genuinely wished you could be mad at him, but he was just such a genuine and nice guy that you couldn't. You know that he only said it out of the good of his heart and because he didn't want the relationship to actually go downhill, but you were still frustrated and sad.
As if your day wasn't bad enough already, news of your breakup had already spread throughout camp, and everyone was looking at you with sympathetic looks. You had hoped to the gods that you could go at least a day before this happened, but of course not.
You got your food and sat down at your table, your siblings immediately crowding around you and asking you questions and trying to comfort you. You could hear people at the other tables talking about the breakup, and from what you could hear, people were taking "sides" in your breakup, even when they thought it was mutual.
"Hey, I heard about what happened. I'm so sorry, but we're all here for you, okay?" You hear one of your sisters say, but it doesn't really register. At this point, you feel numb, and you aren't really hearing anything people are saying anymore.
Later that day, you're sitting by the river, small sniffles being all you can manage to muster up after crying your heart out for the last 45 minutes. You're looking out at the water, thinking about what went wrong, when you hear footsteps approaching.
"Are you okay?" You hear an unfamiliar voice ask.
You don't even bother looking up. It's probably just another person here to tell you how they're on your side.
"No, but it's fine," you reply.
The person sits down next to you, and you finally look over, finding Percy Jackson sitting to your right.
He looks back at you, "hey, I'm Percy. Sorry if I'm interrupting, but I was just coming over to swim and I heard you crying."
"No, it's fine. I don't own the beach," you weakly laugh. "My boyfriend broke up with me today, if you're wondering why I'm crying."
"Yeah, I heard about that. I'm really sorry that happened to you, you seem really sweet."
"Thanks, but it's okay. He wasn't rude about it or anything, just said that he didn't think our relationship was working and that he hoped he could still be friends," you muttered.
He makes a sympathetic sound then says, "that's almost worse. I'd hate to be on the receiving end of that, especially if the person is genuine."
"Yeah, it really broke my heart. He was so genuine about it, and that's what really hurt. He still cares about me but he just doesn't love me anymore," your voice cracks in the middle of your sentence, and you look back at the water.
"Jeez, that seriously sucks. But hey, I'm sure it's not you that was the problem, maybe what he wanted in a relationship just changed?" It sounded like he was going to say more, but you made a sob-like sound and he immediately shut his mouth.
"I'm sorry, I'm really not good at this," he says awkwardly after a moment of silence.
"It's okay. If it helps, I do feel a bit better at least. You're not as bad as you think you are," you look over at him and he's already looking at you.
The two of you talk a bit more, before you excuse yourself to your cabin, not telling him why, but he suspected that you were going to cry more, and it made him sad to see you like this.
The two of you weren't friends, you were barely even acquaintances, but Percy now felt responsible for defending you. Every time he overheard a conversation where people were taking your ex-boyfriend's side, he would walk over there and set them straight, telling them how great you were and how the breakup wasn't your fault at all, and he should've been grateful to have you, even though the breakup wasn't messy at all.
People started to joke that he was the leader of your fan club, which secretly made him feel all weird inside. At the time he didn't know what he was feeling, but when he looked back at it, he knew that this was when he started to fall in love with you.
If, even a month ago, someone would've told Percy that the girl he'd always had a tiny crush on would've been single, and he was now openly defending you like his life depended on it, he would've first told them there's no way you did anything wrong, so what was he even defending you from? And second, he absolutely does not have a crush on you. Lastly, he would ask if you were really single, but not that he was asking for himself, he was definitely asking for a friend.
"Dude, you need to calm down defending her. She's not gonna let you hit just because you're taking her side," some camper makes the mistake of saying to his face.
"What the hell is your problem? Not everyone is trying to get a girl to 'let him hit.' Some of us are just decent human beings defending our friends," Percy says, before promptly soaking the guy in water and walking away.
This incident was just one of many where a camper makes the mistake of talking bad about you. At this point, he was one of the two people at camp that didn't know he was falling for you. You were the other, obviously, because how could you know someone else was in love with you when you were busy wallowing in your sorrows in your cabin?
About a week after you were broken up with, you began to distance yourself from all of the activities at camp, including the ones that once brought you so much joy. You'd never thought of yourself to be someone that would drown in their own sorrows, but then again, you'd never really experienced anything that would've proved yourself otherwise.
So, here you were, cuddled up in bed under about 5 blankets, mascara stains under your eyes, a box of tissues next to you, and another romcom on the TV, when you could've been outside doing archery or in the infirmary gossiping with your siblings like you would've done before the breakup. Your heart was aching so badly that you could barely even wake up in the morning. After your talk with Percy, you thought that it was easing up, even though that was only hours after the breakup actually happened, but you couldn't have been more wrong.
After a few days of this behavior from you, Percy was sick of it. He was sick of not being able to see you, and he was sick of you being sad. He went to the Stoll brothers and asked them to smuggle some ice cream in for him, as well as a stuffed animal and paid them extra to do it as fast as they could.
Every few hours, your siblings and friends would come into the cabin and check up on you, sometimes staying to watch a movie or two with you before leaving again and telling you to come get them if you needed anything. You heard the door to the cabin open again. Thinking it was just another one of your siblings, you ignored it and continued watching your movie. What you didn't expect was for Percy Jackson to be standing in front of you mere seconds later.
"Hey, I'm sorry it took me so long to stop by. I brought some ice cream, I don't know if it'll help or if you even like this flavor, but I thought it might help," he says, an awkward smile on his face, awaiting a response.
"Oh, well, thank you," you say, wiping your face, now slightly embarrassed about the mascara that was staining it.
"Hey, don't worry about the mascara, I get it. Well, I don't get it get it, but y'know what I mean, right?"
You let out a small laugh. "Yes, Percy, I get what you mean."
"Oh! I also brought this teddy-bear. It's the sunshine care bear, 'cause you're an Apollo kid," he smiles.
"Aww, thank you so much, Percy. It means a lot to me. Do you want to stay and watch movies with me?" You ask, desperately hoping he'll say yes.
"Yeah, yeah, sure. I'd love to," he replies.
You scoot over in the bed, patting the spot next to you, signaling Percy to sit down, and he obliges.
"So, what are we watching?" He asks.
"Well, I'm starting to run out of romcoms, so I've started to rewatch some. We're about to watch 10 Things I Hate About You," you say with a smile.
"What's it about?"
You explain the plot, and he listens with genuine interest.
This situation happens a few more times, before he finally asks you if you're ready to come back to camp activities. He doesn't add that he misses you when he's out there, but he desperately wants to. He refrains from any flirting because he doesn't want to pressure you, but it kills him to not be able to tell you how much he already likes you, even after just a few days of hanging out with you.
You tell him yes, and you'll be back to doing your activities tomorrow, to which he's overjoyed. He's never been happier in his life, and the two of you aren't even dating. Even when you are ready to date, if you still don't like him, he realizes that he would be happy just to be your friend.
When you're back to your regular responsibilities at camp, you realize just how much you've missed it. It takes a bit before you get back into the ropes of archery, but one wouldn't say you were bad. As an Apollo kid, you could never really be bad at archery, which you appreciated. Once you'd gotten the hang of it again, you realized how much you missed it. Archery had always been relaxing to you, not just because you were a daughter of Apollo. Even before you'd come to camp, your mother had you in archery lessons, and you'd enjoyed it even then. You were fully concentrating until you heard a familiar voice calling to you.
"Hey, I'm glad you're back out here. It's so good to have you back," Percy says, pulling you into a hug, the very first hug the two of you had ever shared. It was surprising at first, but you quickly melted into it.
"Yeah, I'm so glad to be back out here. I missed it so much. I owe you so much for getting me out of that bed, I was miserable."
He blushes. "Nah, it's fine. I knew you would feel better being out here, you love it too much to stay holed up in there, even if those romcoms were good," he jokes.
"Right? I knew you liked them," you say with a smile. "But yeah, you're right. I love being out here with everyone, and I love archery too much to give it up to cry over a boy."
He solemnly nods. "Yeah, I just can't tell you enough how good it is to see you out here. You look so much better, y'know? Your skin is like, glowing again."
You smile. "Thank you," you're about to say more when you hear a voice, specifically a voice belonging to the last person you wanted to see right now.
"Hey! It's good to see you out here," your ex-boyfriend says casually, as if he didn't rip your heart in two and cause you to become a hermit for 2 weeks straight. Percy gives him the nastiest look you've ever seen in your life, and try your best to contain your laughter, but you end up letting out a weird choked sound which earns you a smile from Percy and a weird look from your ex-boyfriend.
"Sorry, swallowed wrong," you say to him.
"Oh, alright?" He says confusedly, before trying to give you a hug, to which you not-so-accidentally swerve. He raises his eyebrow and you shrug.
"Uh, anyways. Yeah, good to see you too," you say before walking away with Percy, leaving your ex-boyfriend standing there confused. You didn't mean to be so rude, but you really couldn't stand being in the same vicinity as him right now.
The next day, you're in the infirmary, gossiping and laughing with one of your sisters, when Percy walks in, clutching his arm. You immediately get up, speed-walking over to where Percy is now standing.
"Hey, what happened?" You asked him, ushering him over to one of the beds.
"Was just doing some practice sword-fighting with your ex-boyfriend and he stabbed me right in the arm. I would've just gone to the ocean and healed it with the water, but I wasn't sure if it would heal this," he says before moving his hand from the deep gash on his bicep.
"Oh sweet Apollo, that was not an accidental stab. Sit here, put your hand back over it, I'll be back in a second," you say before rushing off to collect some supplies.
When you come back, you see Percy sitting with his eyebrows furrowed, muttering some unsavory things under his breath.
"Here, give me your arm," you request, to which he obliges.
You gently wrap his arm with gauze, noticing how intimate your position was and feeling awkward. You didn't want to mention it, not knowing if Percy felt the tension too. You tried to finish up as quickly as possible, hoping the awkward atmosphere would vanish. Unfortunately, it did not. When you finished, you noticed that Percy was staring at you with a weird look in his eyes.
"Um, I'm done, if it still hurts, I can get you some painkillers," you say, scratching the back of your head awkwardly.
Apparently, this breaks him out of his strange trance, and he nods.
"Yeah, uh, painkillers would be good," he replies, still in a slightly dazed state.
You rush out of the room as quick as you can, trying to avoid his gaze. When you were browsing the painkillers trying to find the best for his situation, you kept replaying the scene in your mind. You were trying not to be delusional, but you swore that when you caught Percy staring at you, he started to blush. You pushed it out of your thoughts and brought the medicine to him.
"Take two to four of these every six hours, and the pain should be gone in about two to three days," you said, handing him the container.
He nodded. "Okay, thank you. Maybe you can prescribe some pills to calm your ex down or something," he joked.
You laughed softly. "I wish we had any that would help. Just try to stay away from him. The breakup was his idea so I really don't get what his problem is," you say.
Percy shrugs, and the conversation ends.
Over the next few weeks, you see Percy in the infirmary more than you've seen him there in the past 4 years combined, which is odd, but you don't really think much of it. The injuries are all very small, and he could definitely heal most, if not all with water, but you don't comment on this, as you've really been enjoying having Percy's company during the day.
A few months pass on, and it's another slow day at the infirmary. You're talking with your sister and drinking lemonade, when something outside catches her attention.
"Hey, do you mind if I leave for today? I saw my man walk past just now. I'm thinking today is the day I confess!" Your sister tells you.
"Yeah, sure. I doubt anyone else will come in today anyway. Go get him, girl!" You encourage.
She basically runs out of the infirmary, making you laugh.
A few minutes later, Percy is back. You weren't expecting him back today, as he'd already been here this morning, but he was always welcome.
"Hey, Percy. What happened now?" You ask.
"Oh, I'm fine. A bunch of other people are going to the beach later, and I was just wondering if you were going to be there," he says shyly.
"Hm, I guess it really wouldn't hurt. When did they say they'd be there?"
"Uh, they said they were planning to go in around 30 minutes, I think," he replies.
"I mean, there's no one else scheduled to be at the infirmary today, but it's pretty slow today, so I guess it'd be fine," you conclude.
"Alright, awesome, cool. I'll see you there then," he said before rushing out. You looked out the window and the sight of him jumping up and down and cheering made you laugh harder than you'd laughed in a long time. He looked back through the window and saw you already looking at him. He gave you a pained look and ran off.
"Wow, I sure choose normal people to be friends with," you mutter to yourself before writing a note and putting it on the infirmary door saying that it'd be empty for the rest of the day. You went to your cabin and began changing into your swimsuit. You put a pair of jean shorts and a yellow tank top on over your swimsuit and grabbed a towel.
You talked to your siblings that were in the cabin for a bit before heading down to the beach. You spotted Percy sitting on his towel, looking at everyone else that was swimming. You put your towel down next to his and sat down.
"Hey waterboy, whatcha lookin' at?" You asked.
"Nothing really, was just waiting for you so we can swim," he says, smiling over at you.
"Alright, let's go then," you say, taking off your shorts and tank top as Percy watches, not noticing how intensely he was staring until you cleared your throat.
"Are you going to just sit there and stare at me, or are you gonna come with me to the water?" You teased, causing him to blush a deep red.
He immediately takes off his shirt, revealing his toned abdomen, which you should've expected, he was a swimmer after all. You were in awe, but he spoke up, "now look who's staring."
He grins at you before grabbing your hand and running to the water. Your shorter legs had a hard time keeping up with him, but you somehow managed.
The two of you splashed and swam until the water began to get cold. You both raced back to the towels, bundling up and sitting on the beach.
"Hey, we're going to have a bonfire, if you guys want to come," Connor Stoll says to you and Percy.
"Yeah, sounds cool," Percy replies for the both of you.
"Alright man, awesome. We're going now, so."
You and Percy grab your stuff and follow Connor to the campfire.
As the sun sets, you're all chatting and roasting marshmallows.
"Hey, Perce. Thanks for inviting me, and thank you for helping me get over my break up. We weren't even really friends before and you still helped me. I don't know what I would've done without you," you confess.
"Yeah, yeah. It's no problem. I mean, you're really sweet, and I'm glad to call you my friend now, too."
You smile, and spend the rest of the night quietly talking to Percy, which catches Annabeth's eye.
The next day, you hear a knock on your cabin door. You open the door to probably the last person you would expect to be there, Annabeth Chase.
"Hey, what's up? Who're you here for?" You ask.
"You," she says, causing your eyebrow to raise.
"It's nothing bad, at least, not for me."
"Uh, okay," you say, stepping out of your cabin and closing the door behind you.
Annabeth sits down on the steps, and you follow.
"So, I noticed you and Percy last night at the bonfire," she says with a small smirk on her face.
She must've seen the confused look that flashed across your face, because she laughs. "You two were all over each other, I swear. You two are so in love it makes me sick. There's no way neither of you have noticed this. I'm not even going to bother bringing it up to Percy because he has seaweed for brains, I swear. But you're smart, so I'm saying this to you. You two like each other, and it's physically paining everyone else at camp to see you two pining over each other like idiots. Please, for the love of the Gods, tell him how you feel, because I guarantee he feels exactly the same. That's all."
If there was any time to take a bow, it would've been after that speech, you think.
"Well, after that I guess I have no other choice," you joke.
This seems to satisfy her, because she gets up and pats you on the shoulder before walking away and wishing you luck.
Later that day, you decide that you're going to tell Percy how you feel, consequences be damned. I mean, if Annabeth Chase is telling you to do something, you better do it.
That night, you're standing in front of the Poseidon Cabin, mustering up all your courage to go inside and confess your feelings to Percy. You open the door, and all your confidence that you had conjured up fizzles right out when you see Percy sat on the floor talking to some girl that you didn't know the name of. His eyes catch yours, and you feel the tears forming. You turn around and run out as fast as you can, not caring how crazy you look running through the camp and crying. When you finally reach the beach, you sit down. You didn't expect Percy to follow you, so when you heard footsteps and heavy breathing, you jump up and scream.
"Hey, woah, you're very fast," Percy says in between heavy breaths.
"What do you want?" You ask, tearing streaming down your face.
"Wait, what's wrong?" He asks, clueless.
The question only makes you cry harder.
"Hey, c'mon, don't leave me in the dark, we're friends, right?"
"Yeah, and I guess that's all we'll ever be," you snap.
"What are you talking about?"
"Percy, please," you say, exasperated.
"I don't know what you're talking about, okay. Please just explain."
"Okay, fine," you say, trying to control your crying. "I was going into your cabin to tell you that I like you. No, I don't just like you, I love you, Percy. That's what I was going to tell you. But then I saw you in there with that girl, and it upset me, but at least now I know you don't like me back, so that's awesome."
"Hey, hey, slow down now. Who ever said that I don't like you back?"
"What?"
"You just said that I don't like you back, but I never said that, okay?"
"But what about that girl?" You ask.
"She's from the Aphrodite Cabin, she was helping me figure out how to tell you that I like you. No, I love you," he says your name, and you feel the blood rush to your cheeks.
"Oh," you say, now feeling extremely stupid.
"Yeah."
"Well, um. I'm sorry for freaking out on you," you manage to squeak out.
"Hey, it's fine, okay? I probably would've done the same thing if I was you, don't worry about it," he says, grabbing your hand in between his two larger ones.
"So, um, what now?" You ask.
"Well, we could always kiss," he jokes, not expecting you to actually say yes.
When he feels your full lips on his, he feels like crying, and he thinks he actually does, if the salty taste in his mouth is any sign.
You kiss for what feels like hours, breaking apart for air.
"So, uh, what would you rate that kiss out of 10?" He jokingly asks, breaking the silence.
"Um, probably a 9. But I could rate more accurately if I got to experience it again," you say, and he immediately takes you up on this, crashing your lips together in a somehow more passionate kiss than before.
a/n: okay so i DEFINITELY went crazy with this, but it was just such a good request so thank you saur much and i hope you like this !! i tried to follow it as closely as possible but i got kinda carried away on some parts,, this is also the longest fic i've ever written on this app so do with that what u will
#pjo#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson x you#pjo series#pjo x reader#percy jackson#percy jackson fic#pjo x you#percy jackson imagine#book percy jackson#i need him biblically#i need him in a way that is concerning to feminism#hes so pretty#please please please#there is nothing i wouldnt give to be with him
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It's always been you | Luke Castellan x Apollo! fem! reader
summary: It's Valentine's day at the half blood camp and you try to show your love for Luke but you aren't the only one who wants him.
warnings: not proof reading, sorry!
a/n: i know its not valentines anymore but its still february, so enjoy ;)
It's Valentine's day, finally. You've been waiting for this day to come since you stepped into the camp a half year ago and then got claimed as Apollo's children, which wasn't a full surprise, according to Luke, you fit just well at his cabin, you're an expert archer, a healer who always helps everyone and a great singer with the sweetest voice I've ever heard, you put to shame at anyone who thinks can sing. And since that moment, Luke stole your heart, well, not literally, of course, but sometimes you doubt that, why else you only feel alive when he's around you? or when one of his smiles is directed at you or when you hear his laugh and you're the cause of it.
So yeah, you were waiting Valentine's day just to confess your feelings to Luke, it was cliche but it was the perfect day at the same time, and to be honest, you couldn't wait another day.
You sealed the letter, keeping the contain in secret, a nervous giggle escaping from your mouth, “Today is the day, what can go wrong, right?”
“Luke will be a fool if he rejects you, and I don't think he will either, he looks at you with heart eyes, even a blind person can see it, so you don't have anything to worry about” One of your sisters gives you a quick hug before heading to the bathroom.
A sudden confidence runs through your body at her words, taking a deep breath and you walk out of your cabin to Luke's, holding carefully the letter in your hand.
As you walk, you see everyone rushing from side to side carrying flowers, cakes, even swords, so this is Valentine's at the camp, uh? Not so different from the exterior world.
You're finally a few steps from Luke's cabin, but apparently you're not the only one, there is a big crowd outside, waiting for something, no, someone.
what the f—
“If Luke keeps receiving more chocolates, he'd open a candy store for sure” A group of guys says at your side. You knew Luke was popular, and you expected that would be a few people aside you who will try to gain his heart, but damn, how could you compete with half of the camp? Why he would like your gift? Why he would choose you?
The confidence left your body, feeling defeated, you turned in your steps, and walked away not before glancing behind you, only to find more people arriving with gifts in their hands.
A bitter smile is on your face now, “It could be worse, I guess”
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
The rest of the day you felt irritated, seeing everyone so happy holding hands, exchanging gifts, or just talking to each other lovely, 'cause you were supposed to be doing all this stuff with Luke. Your friends noticed your change of humor but no one dared to say anything, and you were glad they didn't, you know the moment they asked you if you were okay, you'd cry. And that's the last thing you need right now.
Also, you were going to ignore Luke but it seemed the other way. Every time he tries to reach you, a group of girls will come out of nowhere and interrupt him, and being the nicest person you know, which is one of the things you love about him, he won't tell them to back off and that gives you time to leave without him noticing. At least that's what you thought.
The night before Valentine's, Luke barely slept, he spent half of the night, out of the camp, he went to the city when everyone was sleeping to get your gift. He was supposed to get it a week before but the store said they'll get new ones until February 13, so here he was.
He knew you'd like it, after all, he saw it in your eyes at the moment your gaze fell on that beautiful harp.
It was night, and you were walking to your cabin, you were tired after practicing with your arrow.
“Hey, wanna get out of the camp with me?” Your head turned faster than you anticipated at the sound of his voice reaching your ears, “Sure” You shrugged your shoulders, trying to act indifferent but to be honest, you'd follow Luke to the Tartarus without thinking, you trusted him with your whole life.
He extended his hand to you, an invitation, your heart beating faster, and you finally lied your hand on his. And then the two of you slipped through the forest, holding hands and glancing behind you, to make sure no one would snitch on you.
All the way to the city was an adventure, like always when you were with Luke. A few monsters appeared on your way but the best swordsman was beside you and quickly, he defeated them. And you were ready to help him (not that he needed it) but Luke told you, “If someone can't take a few monsters for you, then they're not worth it” And he returned to fight while you were too stunned to do or say anything.
After that, he cleaned himself with some water and you two continued on your way to the city, talking and laughing all the way, and sooner you were on some random street of the city, watching all around you. Everything glowed almost like your cabin, but what really caught your eye, was a big golden harp, with crystal flowers on it, and it made it brighter, but instead of making you look to other way it only made you look at it intensely. Your eyes were glued to the harp, and your feet to the ground, so when Luke noticed you weren't by his side, he got worried, looking at the crowd around him, he finally spotted you, you were in front of a store, looking something. When he walked next to you, he understood why you stopped, indeed was beautiful.
“Wanna ask the price?” Your eyes didn't move from the harp, “No need, there's the price but it's too expensive, I can't afford it” Luke looked at the sign and you were right. “Who says you have to pay for it?” He was teasing you now, “I'm not stealing it, Luke” Rolling your eyes, you grabbed his hand and walked away from the beautiful harp.
The son of Hermes just smirked shaking his head, you don't have to steal it.
He laughs just remembering that night, now with the harp in his arms, rushing to his cabin without being caught. He was seriously exhausted from being chased by the employees of the store, they're seriously worse than the monsters.
He placed the harp on one of the night tables beside his bed. The plan was to leave it at your cabin, so it'd be the first thing you'd see when you wake up, but the tiredness screamed to his body to just lie down and he promised he'd deliver to you in the morning, which will it be in two hours-ish.
But when the morning came, he only woke up by the noise around him. Who could be making so much noise so early? Opening his eyes, he noticed he was surrounded by boxes of chocolates, roses, everything.
what the h—
“You're finally awake, we're trying to clean up the entrance, but there's a huge mountain of gifts for you, so we'll be glad if you help us”
Gifts? Mountain?
“Shit! It's Valentine's” The sudden realization makes him fully awake. The harp was still on his night table, untouched. He cursed himself and hurried to take a shower, he couldn't wait to see you.
But the day didn't go as he planned, everything was wrong, and it was night already. Luke was waiting for you at the campfire, the harp by his side, but ten minutes went by and you didn't show up. He begin to worry, why would you miss it? You adore singing and everyone loves to hear you, especially him.
Once again, he grabbed the harp, and made his way to your cabin. You're outside, sitting alone, your legs crossed and with something in your hands. You close your eyes and your sweet voice breaks the silence, you're singing, but it's not a song he can recognize nor the sentiment you're used to sing, usually you sing only happy songs, it's weird when you sing something so... nostalgic.
He walks closer, he's only a few steps from you, when his name comes out of your mouth.
And you've seen all my darkest fears
Like you've known me for a thousand years
The girl who's really underneath
All the scars and insecurities, baby
I swear that you've been sent to save me
You're Luke, the only one that my heart keeps coming back to
The song is about him. A million thoughts running in his mind. When did you write it? Why didn't you sing to him? And—
“Do you really feel that way about me?” Your eyes don't meet his at first, but you are tired of running away from your feelings, it was or never “Yes” His eyes look at yours deeply, almost like he could see the truth from them. If it weren't for the harp on his arms, he would just run to you, but instead, he put it on the floor next to you, your eyes open fully when you see it. It's the harp you wanted.
You jump into his arms, and he catches you quickly, holding you tight, your faces so close that you can feel his breath, he looks at your cherry lips, licking his, you're waiting for him to kiss you, but he takes his time to admire your face, how could someone be so pretty?
You can't wait any longer, and connect your lips, they're soft and rough, the perfect combination, and the best part it's, that they fit with yours, like a puzzle piece.
“This belongs to you” He nods his head to the harp, “Now you can sing it again”
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
song: Always been you by Shawn Mendes
#valentine's day with night daily#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan x you#luke castellan x fem!reader
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the bafta livestream out of context: top 60 cursed quotes.
There is nothing more cursed than the livestream I just witnessed, and I made a summary post but now I'm just going to put in quotes by the worthy maggots in the stream with no context, because BELIEVE ME THE CONTEXT DIDN'T MAKE ANYTHING BETTER. The livestream chat was NOT A PLACE OF THE LORD.
I'm going to make the quotes that were by me a different colour. Please know that I am NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR A SINGLE QUOTE OTHER THAN THOSE. SO HERE'S THE TOP 60 IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER:
Barbenhimer awakened things in me ok
aroace people the most disturbingly sexual talkers on the planet fight me on this
WHO JUST GASPED
MICHAEL SHEENS BABY TALKING BARK BADK IM A DOG BARK WOOF
I feel so sorry for this woman. She's being so heartfelt and we're here thristing over a slinky that possessed a man
IRELAAAND PLEASE ADOPT ME AS YOUR OWN PLEASE TAKE ME TO THE LAND OF UNPRONOUNCABLE WORDS, GREEN FEILD, CATHOLISISM AND HOZIER PLEASE
the urge to go to france and misgender a croissant is real
Devastated the slutty knees have gone away
So many men nowadays are so submissive and breedable like thank you lord for these men thank you
witches and murder slime tutorial
speaking of royals did the bloke who ISN'T lizzy's husband but her son apparently die yet
Turtleneck Crowley is my gender.
WE COULD HAVE LEFT IT AS NOT SAFE FOR WORK WHY THE DRTAOLS ASMI
SAY AN BFUIL CEAD AGAM DUL GO DTÍ AN LEITHREAS AN WE'LL LET YOU THROUGJ
"Oompa loompa doopety dee, I really hated being in this movie" -Hugh grant probably
IF YOU'RE A CHILD AVERT YOUR EYES FROM THAT MESSAGE IM SORRY
i want the kilt back this a betrayal
if someone put me in a room with kilt!david tennant one of us is walking out of that room pregnant and its not gonna be me
a lot of these words are in the bible and none of them should be in that order you need jesus
Can we vote to make david wear that kilt back? Maybe make him do a twirl this time
You mean Bildaddy? 😏
Honey what make you think a dude who roamed around with prostitutes and got himself more holes for mankind won't be calling bildad bildaddy? [this was about jesus btw.]
FREE THE KNEE
Show us the knees!
AND YOU'RE COMING AFTER ME FOR MY BLOWJOB BANANA
He looks like those fancy chocolates. Imma take a bite outta him.
Think you'll leak molten goo like them?
My brain isn't working, I read "bratty couch jr"
i'm sorry the what holes
FIND ME ON GOAD AND I WILL MAKE YOU PAY APPROPRIATELY
I genuinely thought it was a road typo and I thought you were threatening asmi with physical violence on the road
OHH FLOWER OF SCOTLAAAAAAND
Combine that with the unfortunate oranges and see what happens.
DEVASTATING NEWS I ATE UP ALL OF THEM SO I'VE BROUGHT A BLOWJOB BANANA INSTEAD
That reminded me of the army video where the guy was deepthroating a 7 inch banana without a hitch.
OMG THEY JUST FLASHED BACK & I GOT A GLIMPSE OF THAT KILT 🥵🥵🥵
thats why apollo had to deliver you at an illegal sushi restaurant
How long do you think it would take to get david naked from his chocolate man suit? Can we set a new speedrun category?
SUPERBOWL FOR TENNANTISTS
Big feelings about pants straps in the chat tonight
Last time i check yoire supposed to thank the lord gor his gifts
HEY GUYS ASMI'S FROM A PARALLEL UNIVERSE CONFIRMED
I just have a deep appreciation for ireland
Can you use suspenders as bondage gear? I mean it looks like it would be fine? I mean if you make the length a bit more they might be more comfortable than ropes. Just sayin
All i can think when i see him in the costume is the one specific ken and oppenhimer slash fic. Lord help me i can't be saved
GIVE MY LOVE TO THE LEPRECHAAAAAAAAAAAUNSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Like a giant orange slice on her one arm.
Stop hitting the lectern geez / what if its into that?
Men who wear suspenders are such losers like why do you need so much cloth to keep your pants up. Why dont you just wear a belt. Where do you live. What is your timezone. What are you office hours
what is this suspender shaming ari chappal for you
Aziraphales office hours are: fuck off
Put me ina room with a suspender wearing man and he shall have the same fate as kilttennant
MARIYADAM E ILLAI
It was titled "snake in my b***" It meant butt lmfao
CROWLEY AND LOKI MY GENDERFLUID ICONS
THE KNEES ARE BACK
THEKNEES GOD SAVE ME FROM THESE SINFUL THOUGHTS
What if slutshaming is my kink?
NOT THE BLOWJOB FACE NO
AT THIS POINT IF NEIL HASN'T UNFOLLOWED ME YET HE'S ASKING TO BE MENTALLY SCARRED IM SORRY
I am failing
Tagging the main culprits whose tumblr handles I know:
@thearoacemess @vitrilol @queermarzipan @good-usernames-were-taken
Cheers, maggots.
#good omens mascot#weirdly specific but ok#asmi#good omens#maggots#good omens fandom#crowley#bafta awards#bafta 2024#bafta#suspenders#discord livestream#david tennant#michael sheen#barbenheimer#oppenheimer
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song 19! ballad of a homeschooled girl (olivia rodrigo) + percy jackson (ok i love this??? i support loser percy x loser reader) requested by anon (2023 spotify wrapped event)
i broke a glass, i tripped and fell, i told secrets i shouldn’t tell
The party at the pavilion is already in full swing by the time you’re walking up. A bump in the grass catches on your foot.
“Fuck!”
You open your eyes and look around. Nobody saw. Thank the gods.
You don’t mind socialising, you really don’t. You’re fine during arts and crafts and kayaking (activities which you do with your cabin), and at meals (where you sit with your cabin), and when everyone’s chatting before bedtime (okay, so maybe you only really know how to talk to your siblings at this camp, but it’s fine).
But something about a party especially just sets you on edge. You can’t even remember what it’s supposed to be for, but you know that some of the Apollo cabin organised it, and that the whole camp is to be in attendance. Honestly, you’re not sure why. Something about being able to stay up past curfew and having an excuse to use their giant speakers and smuggled drinks?
Whatever. Just need to get through tonight, you grumble to yourself.
You pick up a glass and fill it with something from a big jug on the nearest table before taking a sip. Pepsi. Okay, maybe this party won’t be terrible.
Spoken too soon. Just as you turn away from the table, you collide with someone else and your glass slips out of your hand and smashes onto the floor. There is silence for a minute as you both stare at its broken shards.
Then, you look up, and Percy Jackson is right in front of you.
“Oh my gods, I— sorry, uh, I didn’t— um…” Your cheeks burn and your shoulders sag as you hang your head. “…hey Percy.”
His ears look suspiciously red as he glances between the broken glass on the floor and your face.
“Hi Y/N,” His voice cracks a little and he quickly clears his throat. “Hang on, let me just—“
A wave of his hand pulls some water out of another jug and he drags it along the floor, gathering up the mess and carrying it over to the nearest trashcan. The table is now one refreshment short, but at least the ground is safe to walk on again.
You don’t really know what to say now. You decide on, “Thanks.”
“No problem.”
There’s another pause. He speaks up again, “So, um, do you like the party so far?”
His ears are still red and he’s standing there and looking at you and you can tell he has no intention of going anywhere else so you flush and do the only thing you can think of: ramble.
“Um, well, I just got here but honestly it hasn’t been great so far,” you say, fingers wringing around each other, “I mean, like, the music is good and the decorations are nice but I’ve been here, like, a total of five minutes and I’ve already tripped once and broken a glass in front of the guy I like, so— wait.”
Well. You hadn’t meant to say that. As if it was possible, you feel your face heat up even more. Oh gods, you’re on the verge of sweating.
Percy’s face is a blanket of shock. “Wait, do you like me?”
Yep, you’re definitely sweating.
“Uh, well. You see—“
His eyes are wide and his ears are red as he leans forward to anticipate your answer. There’s one more awkward silence, lasting just about three seconds before you make your decision. You turn on your heel and sprint away.
“Wait, Y/N!”
#percy jackson#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson imagine#percy jackson imagines#pjo#pjo imagines#pjo x reader#pjo imagine#written works !#2023 spotify wrapped event !
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Cabin three - Percy Jackson
Request: nope
Pairing: Percy Jackson x Apollo!reader
Summary: You're late for archery class, and the entire camp immediately assumes you're missing
Warnings: like one swear word
Word count: 1k
A/N: yes I know Jason, Frank, and Hazel are at camp Jupiter but I wanted to include them so I did <3
Leo hadn't seen the camp in such a state since the last time a group of campers came back from a quest. Normally, it's not this chaotic. But today people are running around, exchanging nervous glances.
His fellow campers were just as anxious as Leo was. You'd think things like this happened often in a camp that was almost always being threatened in some sort of way.
But despite how small this may seem, it surely felt bigger than that.
A demigod was missing.
There wasn't even some pissed off god threatening the camp. Or an army marching toward New York. No other campers were on a quest.
In fact, the summer had been considered a quiet one - as fas as that could go for camp half-blood.
But when you didn't show up to archery class, people started to get worried.
You'd been around longer than most of the campers. Everyone knew there was no way you'd leave without telling anyone. Even if something was wrong, you would tell someone, right?
Leo had noticed you were acting differently since he arrived at camp two weeks ago. Something about your behaviour had changed, though he couldn't place what exactly. Whatever was going on, they needed to find you. Fast.
Being one of the older campers, people tended to trust you. Most of the new campers felt comfortable and safe around you, which led to you giving most of the tours and the younger kids coming to you with their issues if they didn't want to go to their cabin's head counselor or Chiron.
So naturally people started to worry when you didn't show up. Especially since you loved teaching the younger campers archery basics.
Leo is tapping an irregular pattern on his leg as he's walking. It's hard for him to stay still, and it's even harder when he's anxious. Leo makes his way towards the cabins, hoping to find some more people who could help him find you.
Upon arriving at the first cabin, he spots Jason and Frank.
Leo jogs the last bit to catch up.
'Hey, guys, any sign of her yet?' he says.
Jason shakes his head. 'We were just about to see if Percy can help with the search as well.' he says.
'I'll join.' says Leo.
Together they head over to cabin three, and knock on the door.
It takes Percy a while to open the door. When he finally does, it is obvious he just woke up.
He's wearing a pair of sweatpants, an old shirt that exposes part of his stomach, and his hair is a mess. Percy rubs his eyes, leaning against the doorframe.
'Yeah?' he says sleepily.
'Percy, we need your help.' says Leo. 'Y/N is missing and we can't find her anywhere.'
Percy frowns, running a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. 'Y/N is not missing.' he says.
'Yes, she is, I just told you can't find her anywhere.' says Leo.
'No, Leo, she's not missing.' says Percy, stepping aside. 'She's right here.'
Leo, Jason and Frank peer inside, and see you fast asleep, curled up in Percy's bed.
Before any of them can speak up, Percy is walking up to you, lightly nudging your shoulder.
'Y/N/N? Hey, wake up. Y/N?'
You stir softly, still half asleep. You mumble something Percy can't hear well.
'Hey, baby, you're supposed to give archery class, remember?' says Percy softly.
'What time is it?' you say, your face still hidden underneath the covers.
'Almost nine. Class started about an hour ago.' says Percy.
Your eyes fly open. 'Oh, fuck.'
You quickly get up, nearly knocking Percy over in your haste to get ready. You absently wave at the three boys in the doorway as you make your way to the bathroom to get dressed.
A few minutes later, you emerge again, looking around Percy's cabin.
'Percy, have you seen my-'
You cut yourself off when you see Percy smiling down at you, holding your boots in front of you.
'-boots.' you say. 'Thank you.'
You sit don on the edge of the bed to put them on.
'Meet you at lunch?' you say and Percy nods.
You smile at him and kiss his cheek. 'See you later!'
Leo, Jason and Frank all look at you with dumbstruck looks on their faces as you move past them. They seem to be too busy thinking about what they just saw to be able to move.
'Morning boys.' you say. 'I don't suppose any of you thought about bringing my bow and quiver? No? I'll get them. Frank if you want to sit in on this class you gotta hurry.'
You reach the archery fields a couple of minutes later. You apologise to the class, who seemed to have found the bows and quivers by themselves. You had to admit, they weren't doing a bad job. It appears you've taught them well.
Since you arrived late, you let them practise on their own for a while, helping out wherever you can. After they've all gone to their next class, you put the bows away and collect the arrows.
You spend some time shooting a few arrows of your own when you catch movement out of the corner of your eye.
Percy has joined you to watch you shoot. After a few bullseye shots, you teach Percy how to shoot. Or rather, you try to.
It's clear that his skills lie with sword fighting, not a bow.
When it's almost lunchtime, the two of you head over to the dining pavilion. You avoid being bombarded with questions by Leo, Jason, Frank, Annabeth, Hazel and Piper by going straight to your cabin's table.
You'd deal with their questions about you and Percy after you've had something to eat. You're glad you've avoided them, so you can have lunch in peace.
You sit down at the Apollo table, ready to dig in to your lunch.
'So, Y/N.' says Will. 'You and Percy, huh?
A/N:
If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist.
Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading!
Much love,
Max/Marit
#watched the lightning thief and took a sip of beer every time something happened that didn't happen/happened differently in the books#boy oh boy we got tipsy FAST#anyways#logan lerman right percy wrong time so true#have a little percy fic bc I love him so much#percy jackson#percy jackson fanfics#percy jackson fanfic#percy jackson fanfiction#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson oneshot#percy jackson oneshots#percy Jackson fic#percy Jackson fics
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hey sun! sorry to bother you, but I'm currently doing a commission for a guy who wants a portrait made in the disco elusium style and I've never drawn in that style before ^^;
any tips, especially how to color?
not a bother at all! and while i'm not an expert on the disco elysium art style since i don't think i've done enough studies on it to say that i'm confident on saying what to do, i'll try my best to list out the things i've noticed while mimicking the art style. i'll split this into two parts, the composition of a portrait and the rendering and technical stuff behind it
i'll keep it under read more bc some of these portraits i'll be talking about are spoilers! whoops!
COMPOSITION
there's like, an unbelievable amount of variety when it comes to the portraits of disco elysium! personally, when i'm trying to mimic the art style, i try and look at the portraits in the game and see which of these characters are the most similar personality-wise to the character i'm trying to draw, and then i reference
1. PERSONALITY AND GROUNDEDNESS
let's compare the portraits of these two characters, ok? we have sylvie and idiot doom spiral. right off the bat, TOTALLY DIFFERENT VIBES, and that's good because we can instantly tell what kind of people these characters are supposed to be! and that's something disco elysium is excellent at.
sylvie's portrait is very simple; a very limited palette is used and the rendering on her is rather exact even with the rough-esque rendering that disco elysium's art uses. idiot doom spiral's portrait, on the other hand, is a lot more chaotic. there's more disorder to his portrait with how the paint strokes in the background seem to mix in with his face, there's a disheveled quality to how he's rendered.
ask yourself, how grounded is this character you're drawing? on a scale of sylvie to idiot doom spiral, how normal does their portrait look?
now, i'm not done with this klavier but i think it's pretty obvious that i heavily referenced smoker on the balcony's portrait because they have very similar vibes and role: pretty boy npc who your protagonist may or may not be a little infatuated with pftt (there's just something so different about them! i can't put my finger on it...)
2. WHAT DO THEY STAND FOR/THE ABSTRACT
ok! besides personality, they also have a knack for just doing some gorgeous portraits that truly reflect just, the history of a character and their role in the story. now i'm not the best at analysis so these are just gonna be some very simple observations about kim and dolores dei's portraits pftt.
the big white circle behind kim's face, besides doing an excellent job of framing kim, is very reminiscent of a nimbus which we typically see in religious art. it makes kim look like a very important figure, someone you should listen to. it's also kind of like a nod to how kim is like the few people who's like, civil and even nice to harry after his whole mind-breaking bender.
for dolores dei, GODDD i can rave about this portrait forever, it's such a favorite of mine. first, the rendering of her skin, she's like an opal or a golden statue; it's otherworldly, which makes sense because that's what harry thinks of her. and then, the splotchier and messier rendering below her, it's like she's fading away, she's just a distant memory of the past.
i'll use this very quick doodle of apollo in the de style to explain my point about symbols better. what is it that you want to emphasize about your character? are there any motifs you'd like to show?
i definitely wanted to portray apollo as determined and even heroic-looking in this portrait. leaning into his name, added that rim-lighting as if the sun was shining on him. emphasized his badge by giving it this exaggerated shine on it and lastly, made the background like the one he has when he perceives.
3. LOCATION
for backgrounds, i feel like you can go either three ways: abstract colors, political alignment, and location.
(i'm not happy that i have to use gary as an example here but he's the most blatant example of the second type of background AKSKSKS orz)
ok! so harry's bg, pretty funky, pretty fun. gary's bg, he's a fascist, that's the fascist flag in de. moving along trant's bg looks like a very abstract version of the wall in the building he's seen gazing at, heck, the way he's head is turned to you looks like you just called out his name and he quickly turned around to look at you but he is still very much facing the building.
more examples of those three things! garte: colors. titus: that red block is present on all union members. dicemaker: facing the window in the darkness of her workshop.
RENDERING
de has fairly very realistic looking faces, so brush up on your knowledge of the anatomy of a face or collect many faces/portraits that look the character you're trying to draw and reference the SHIT out of them!
1. BRUSHSTROKES
you're gonna be needing some brushes that have a texture to them ok. you're gonna need to slap those bad boys in that digital canvas and go wild ok. you can still do lineart kind of not everything is like rendered RENDERED bc some portraits make heavy use of smoother-looking black strokes to indicate lineart. ok i love you
2. PALETTES
think back to personality and symbolism, what colors are strongly associated with your character, and how grounded are they. the more normal they are the more minimal colors are used but if there's something going on with them you can go so so so wild
and also, you can eyedrop tool the colors from any of the de portraits, makes life easier pftt
3. HOW TO RENDER? HELP?
i'll go ahead and put my drawing of butch!kim here bc i basically just did a study of kim's portrait pftt. the art style is very painterly so i'm so sorry to say that you're gonna have to paint 😔 i know... i'm so sorry...
so block your colors! block your shadows and chip away on that thang, give it dimension! don't zoom in on your canvas in the earlier stages bc you'll end up fixating on one tiny part instead of the whole painting itself, and that's gonna make the duration of your drawing so much longer lol
ok i've been writing this for way too long and i can't think anything more to add so if there's anything else you want to know that i didn't mention here, feel free to ask me again. now good luck 🫡
#again not a bother at all i'm just terrible at answering asks quickly FDGHJD orz#sunnysidetutorials#sunnysideanswers#marchmay-may#described#id in alt text
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Heyo! Can you write Alejandro with a male reader who's like flirty as fuck and Ale just ignores him and tries to fucus on work. And maybe at some point Alejandro flirts back? Maybe one of them gets hurt during a mission or somethiing like that?
Alejandro Vargas w/ flirty m!reader
Warnings: typical violence, blood, simping, a kiss nothing more
The mission was fairly easy– you had to get the intel and get out, easy enough, so that’s why only you and Alejandro are going — but as soon as Alejandro steps in, dressed in an outfit closer to something that makes him look like a otherworldly creation, he wore his usual tactical vest loaded with ammo and some knives attached, under the vest he had a black compression shirt and a pair of very tight looking cargo pants, which is different from the usual beige jeans he usually wore. A rifle on his back, a gun on his hip. You could perfectly see every muscle, curve and movement of his body, and fuck, it really messed with your brain. The man looked like Apollo, scratch that, better than any god ever.
“Should’ve also slicked your hair back, maybe some eyeliner to make those pretty eyes sharper.” You pointed out, eyes glittering.
Alejandro coughed to hide his laughter, sitting down and strapping in. “With all due respect, I think the hell not.”
He’s pretty, but shit, why do you need to notice those warm brown eyes , and that sharp jawline now. Is it necessary? You mentally curse at yourself. To say the least, you were more than a little distracted for the majority of the ride to your location.
As the plane begins to land, it jolts you out of your thoughts as Alejandro grips your shoulder. Looking slightly annoyed by how distracted you were the entire time. "Get your ass out of the clouds, L/N. We're here."
Immediately getting up and out of the plane. You stretched, taking a moment to appreciate the fresh air and the light breeze. The sun was already setting which made the view more appealing. Glancing around and then finally, squinting, you point to one of the buildings at the far end of the street. The buildings that you were supposed to go in. “There we go. C’mon, let’s go get it done with.” As you walk forward, you casually let your hand bump against Alejandros.
"This should be fast, in and out." He gripped the sides of his vest as he spoke.
Getting closer to the building, you begin to scope out where you’ll need to be once the bad guys arrive. You planned to enter by the main entrance, and see if anyone would be already waiting for you. Thankfully, no one was.
“It’s too fuckin’ easy,” You say, in a whisper. You’re following Alejandro, who’s leading the way. The hallway is dim and small, and you can’t walk side by side. “It’s almost suspicious.”
“Shut it, will you, please” He says softly, his tone contrasting with his words. You have been speaking for the past few minutes nonstop.
“Don’t you find it a little weird, love?”
Proceeding to ignore you, Alejandro was quietly moving up the stairs to check out the second floor, so you decided to take the first floor. You observed the surroundings for any sign of danger. "You see anything, Ale?" You said under your breath, making sure your senses were completely on point.
"Negative." Was the immediate response over the comms.
“Hey, cupcake. What do you say we go on a little trip after this huh?” You immediately cringe and curse yourself, putting a hand over your mouth. What was wrong with you?
“You asking me on a date, Sergeant?”
“If you want it to be a date, Colonel” A hopeless smile was tugging at your lips as you heard him sigh over the radio. You could imagine his tired expression and you were somewhat lucky he wasn't standing next to you, because he would've slapped some sense into you then and there.
“Fuck me. Assuming we’re not dead, then sure. You better buy me a drink." Alejandro groaned, amusement clear in his voice.
Fuck me, rolling your eyes and biting your lower lip. If you want, Alejandro. Fucking hell.
Before you could respond, you were cut off guard by movement that caught your eye. One person, you moved quickly, making sure he can’t see you. “Shit. We’ve got one here, gonna need you to cover for me, sir.”
“Copy, it’s gonna take me a bit though.”
You swear under your breath, tightening the grip on your AR10.
The guy didn’t look that strong, a bit shorter and smaller than you, but knowing you shouldn’t underestimate, you moved back behind the wall.
You move your rifle and set up for an angle. You bite yout lip as you fired a shot. You hear a small grunt of pain, got him.
You draw back, back pressed against the wall as you reload. About to take a step out to fire again, something compels you to turn around just in time to move as a butcher knife is set into your shoulder.
You let out a hiss of pain as your opponent stares at you, eyes filled with bloodlust, thrill and pleasure.
“Fuck, you wanna fuckin die?” you hiss out under your breath, and use the moment his eyes find yours to get a hit. He draws the knife back as he takes a few steps back. You grab him by his tactical vest, taking advantage of this position, throwing him to the ground like a ragdoll.
He’s quick to recover, quicker than you’d expect. He took hold of you by the injured shoulder and slammed you into the wall, almost as if like a baseball bat. He trapped you with a strong grasp, the air forced out of your lungs leaving you slightly wheezing. A scream made its way out of your mouth, as he plants the knife in your lower abdomen this time, twisting it. The breath crushed out of your ribs. A sharp hot pain in your body as your heart is pounding like a jackhammer. Your side burns like a son of a bitch. You need to check out how deep the stab is. That’s not good. Not fucking good at all.
“Does it hurt?” He asked. His voice came out as gruff, without looking up, you could hear the smirk in his voice. “I should’ve stabbed you right in the heart. Too bad I missed it.”
For a second, he got distracted by trying to find something in his pocket and you took that as a sign. You punched him in the gut and lunged forward, taking his knife, kicking him square in the stomach, and slicing the side of his face with the bloodied blade. A smile creeped on your face as his piercing screams filled the room. He dropped on the ground and watched as you stood there.
He doesn't have time to reach for your ankle before you’ve got your 9mm that was strapped to your hip and fired two shots straight in his head. And then a third one just to be cautious.
You stand there, letting your brain process everything that happened in these minutes. Your eyes gleamed with murderous intent, and sadistic pleasure.
Only a faint sigh came out of your mouth. Everything was growing dizzy and blurry. You can feel your legs giving out and you attempt to stumble back, but instead you just fall flat on the hard concrete floor. The cold, lifeless eyes of a man who you killed were looking back at you. You just stared back as you waited for Alejandro.
As you were beginning to close your eyes, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you. Jolting up, you pulled out your 9mm that rested next to you and pointed it to his face, ready to shoot whoever touched you.
“Whoa, easy now amigo.” Of course. Alejandro.
Alejandro brought his hand up to gently cup your face, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone. His slight worry turned to full blown concern once he saw the state of his partner, The entire right half of your face is bloody, and the blood’s smeared onto your shirt and face and very obvious and very painful bruises painted the skin. Alejandro studies the man further.
“Fuck, warm me next time..Could’ve shot that pretty face.” You breathed out, a smile barely visible in the unlit room.
“Calm down. I’m gonna try to stop the bleeding okay? But you’re gonna have to stay still for me.”
You go to respond but the pain hits you like motherfucker. You tried to hide it, but Alejandro was not easy to fool. You noticed the anxiety in his eyes and felt a little guilty. You can’t have him worried like this.
“Hey sweetheart, It’s okay. We have medkits on the plane. I'll live. ” You said with your best calm voice, flashing a small smile.
Quickly he searched his pockets for bandages. He didn’t know what he was doing, he knew that he should just wait till he gets an actual medkit.
You grit your teeth and try to temper your strangled groans of pain as he applies pressure to the wound before wrapping it. It fucking hurt. Though you didn’t need to move much since he was doing all the work, you couldn’t help from grimacing at the sharp ache. Each breath and muscle spasm caused a sharp sensation to shoot throughout your entire body.
Alejandro tightens the first bandage on your shoulder. It looked better, no new blood was oozing.
“My fucking knight in shining armor.” You murmured not particularly to anyone.
Alejandro leans back, a look of concern in his eyes. You take the moment to notice that he was also a little roughed up. His hair was messed up and a little cut on his left cheek, but not as bad as you. Fuck, small feeling of misery took over. Feeling pathetic, cause you couldn't easily take down one man when he probably took down three or five.
“You can’t die on me now. You promised me a date, remember?"
The date? he was serious about the date. Oh..
“Ale, you-” A small smirk forms on your face as he lifts your shirt to clean your abdomen from blood.
You suddenly grab his shirt, pulling him closer to you. Then, slowly, you close the distance, and with all the affection you could muster, pressed your lips lightly to his until you couldn’t remember the pain at all. You felt those lips, softer than anything you’ve ever felt before. Disappointment was an understatement when he pulled away, taken aback. Alejandro blinked once, twice, before he opened his mouth again.
“I have to clean up your wound, Y/N.” His voice was quiet, muffled. You've never seen the Alejandro Vargas this shy before and there was a little feeling of pride.
“Well, get on with it then, lover boy.”
He shakes his head, face heated as he tries to focus on your wound and not on your eyes that stared daggers back at him.
“Hey, I always wondered. Does your father happen to be a baker?”
Alejandro raised an eyebrow in confusion, throwing away a bloody cotton ball. “Uh, no. You know he's-” he was cut off.
“Because you look sweet as a damn cupcake.” You replied, giving him yet another grin.
#cod mw2#call of duty modern warfare ii#cod x male reader#alejandro vargas#alejandro vargas x male reader#alejandro vargas x reader#cod x reader
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can u write a chris rodriguez x reader who is a kid of dionysus and she uses her perks to spend more time with chris like scheduling their quests and duties tg and stuff without his knowledge
I'M HERE TO SERVE ONCE MORE SINCE MY MAN CHRIS ISN'T GETTING THE ATTENTION HE DESERVES.
Invisible String
Chris Rodriguez x Daughter of Dionysus!reader
Summary: One single thread of gold tied him to you.
Warnings: Kinda stalker-ish behaviour (You can't blame the reader. she's too lovesick </3 )
Author's Note: I'm slowly finishing up my inbox! I do hope you guys like this MWUAH! 💋
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"Daddy, please! Let him take archery with me!" You begged for the fifth time this afternoon, While your father sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, bringing a can of Coca-Cola up to his lips.
"Sweetheart, I can't do that. Didn't you already do stable work and Cabin cleaning with him? Not to mention, he's your partner for the Chariot Race this upcoming week!" Dionysus retorted, You were his favorite daughter, Yes. But sometimes he have his limits.
"But I never did archery with him, I wanna do archery with Chris!" You whined like a baby. Maybe this is a little bit too much. Setting yourself up accidentally with the boy you like may seem weird, but you just wanna spend time with him! After all, your dad favours him, besides who couldn't resist his dark curls and sweet smile?
Dionysus then thought for a moment, you gave him puppy eyes, and you knew he couldn't say no to his precious girl.
"Fine.."
You squeled.
"But hey— You won't be sitting next to him in the Hermes Table every dinner for a week! Your siblings needs company and—"
But before he could even finish his sentence, You left.
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With a bow and arrow in hand, you strided through the archery area where campers gathered all around, Either flirting with the Apollo kids or practicing their skills.
You went behind Chris and tapped his shoulders, smiling widely as he greeted you.
"Hey Chris!"
He turned around and saw you, your hair in pigtail braids, Ever so beautiful.
Your presence to him was like a thousand rainbows appearing above the sky while the dark clouds vanished after a heavy storm.
"How are you doing?" That's was all he managed to say after staring way too long at you.
"Fine, Now that were together" you winked at him jokingly, Sending him blushing.
"You know, I think we're meant to be together" Chris said, It was supposed to be a joke, but the neutral tone of his voice said otherwise.
"W—why do you think that?" you whispered.
"The Fates pulling us together every time? I think that's enough proof" He chuckled to himself.
"So you're kinda admitting that you like me?"
It was Chris' time to be flustered.
"No, I mean yes— I like you—But, That's not what I meant—"
You were now grinning, arms crossed while you chuckled at Chris' flustered expression.
You gave him a peck on his cheeks, The Hermes boy froze while a tint of red blush spread on his cheeks.
"It's no problem if you do, I'll have to say that I feel the same way"
Sprinting as fast as you could away from the archery area, you looked back and saw Chris Rodriguez blushing madly.
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There was an accident that happened.
Apparently, helping short tempered children from the Ares cabin was a bad idea.
You were now sitting on the infirmary while a grumbling healer patched you up, mumbling incoherently something along the lines; 'Stupid, Clumsy Children'
When the healer tightened the medical gauze around your wound, You hissed a little, The healer shot you an annoyed look before rolling her eyes, She then tightened the gauze more.
"Excuse me— Uhm, I can do it" You insisted, taking the roll of medical gauze away from the healer.
The Chariot Race was today, and Chris would have to find another partner.
Disappointment ran through you, The chance of being with was now back to Zero.
The door in the infirmary then burst open, Revealing Chris with a worried look on his face, The healer scowled and pointed angrily at Chris.
"No Visitors Allowed, Boy! You can visit your pretty girlfriend later! I'm tired seeing you disgusting teenagers rub legs together and stick their tongue down eachother's throat here! This a clinic, not a motel!" Chris looked at you, You gave him the same; Wtf look.
"Uhm—"
"We're friends"
The healer snorted.
"Yeah, right. 'Friends' Once I leave, I know some things gonna happen" The healer stormed away angrily, Chris rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled softly.
"That took a turn"
"Yeah..."
"Are you okay? Your legs, I mean"
You nodded.
"Just a small fracture...Are you okay without me?"
He smiled.
"I didn't participate" You turned your head to him so quick that you almost gave yourself a whiplash.
"What?!"
"I figured out that it's best to look after the girl I like than join a lousy race"
The world stopped. Your breath hitched, and your eyes never left his. You're begging the gods to slap you awake, pour ice cold water onto your face to help you wake up, because this is definitely a dream. Is this real?
There was silence. The steady heartbeats were the only thing that you could hear before Chris cupped your cheeks like a delicate porcelain vase, "Can I kiss you?" He asked. You never nodded so fast in your life while you felt his lips touch yours.
The kiss was slow and passionate, Chris kept his hands on your cheeks, rubbing it with his thumbs. It wasn't long before the door slammed open, revealing a wide eyed, Furious healer who yelled;
"OUT OF MY INFIRMARY! DISGUSTING TEENAGERS!"
A/N
Hey hey! A chris rodriguez fanfic for you all since yall are sleeping on MY MAN.
More Fanfics to come!! <333
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#percy jackon and the olympians#thekissofaphrodite#xy/n#chris rodriguez#andrew alvarez#Dionysus!reader
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Dysfunctional Fam™
Dysfunctional Fam™
sunboi: yo guys why poseidon looks mad
messenger pigeon: wdym bro
sunboi: he looks ready to turn someone into a dolphin
drunk_on_LOOOOVE: ey! That’s ripping me off!
sunboi: fine he looks ready to turn someone into a horse happy
drunk_on_LOOOOVE: very
seaking: ATHENA.
Athena Parthenos: Poseidon.
sunboi: soooo
What’s wrong people???
free therapist here yk
seaking: WHY IS HE BACK ATHENA?!
Athena Parthenos: it has been years poseidon
Let. it. Go.
sunboi: so were ignoring the free therapist offer
ok
interested in a calm the heck down lollipop?
seaking: I AM NOT LETTING IT GO AFTER ODYSSEUS STABBED MY SON IN THE EYE
Athena Parthenos: so what?
Your son was ugly anyways.
seaking: GASP
YOU DID NOT SAY THAT
NONONONO
.DFKAKFHSDFAKSDFHKASHFDASHDFKSH
messenger pigeon: bro got so mad he couldn’t even speak properly
drunk_on_LOOOOVE: lmao screenshotted
Athena Parthenos: Stop being childish, Hermes, Dio.
messenger pigeon: hey, listen, im just tryin to break the tension for our readers
Athena Parthenos: what
drunk_on_LOOOOVE: what
sunboi: what
seaking: what
messenger pigeon: what
sunboi: moving on-
You two @seaking and @Athena Parthenos take this to the Dms
Me and Hermes here need to talk privately too.
messenger pigeon: what..?
sunboi: you heard me, messenger boy
dms, now.
messenger pigeon: … sure.
*
sunboi > messenger pigeon
sunboi: why are you hiding from me, hermes?
messenger pigeon: what do you mean?
sunboi: youre avoiding me
You wont even look at me
Hermes
What are you hiding
messenger pigeon: i cant tell you, apollo
sunboi: what do you mean?!
Is someone threatening you?
If they are i swear on the styx im going to toss them in the worst pits of tartarus
messenger pigeon: NO NOTHING LIKE THAT!
I just…
I cant say
sunboi: hermes please
I need to know
I dont want to be like this anymore
messenger pigeon: apollo…
Its supposed to be a secret
sunboi: so?
That’s not as important as us
messenger pigeon: its about artemis
I just thought that, you know,
It wouldnt be fair to tell you to keep it from her
sunboi: i can hide something from her
I swear!
ive gotten better
Tell me
messenger pigeon: alright. Ill tell you
Its about orion
He’s returned.
sunboi: no.
No, no, no, no, no
It cant be
messenger pigeon has sent a video
messenger pigeon: this is the video hephaestus saw on cams
This is why he took so long to respond
im sorry apollo
sunboi: artemis is goig to finds outtr
yuo knwo that riughts???
messenger pigeon: eventually, maybe
but not now.
sunboi: i dont knwo whaat illl do if orion comes back
Wha t if artemis seeshim and brings him to olympus
Thentheyll both hate me
I dont want artemis to hate me
messenger pigeon: apollo thats not going to happen
Shes your sister
she’ll stick by you
I know youre panicking
Want to call?
sunboi: mhm
messenger pigeon started a call that lasted 6 hours
*
messenger pigeon > machines <3
messenger pigeon: hephaestus
machines <3: you told him, didnt you?
messenger pigeon: how did you know?
machines <3: I saw the messages in Dysfuntional Fam
messenger pigeon: well, you’re right
machines <3: do you really believe that he’ll manage to keep it a secret?
messenger pigeon: well it seems he hasnt kept a secret from artemis in a long time
But we dont know, so maybe he has
machines <3: i suppose thats fair
But its just a guess
not fact
messenger pigeon: are you angry?
machines <3: no, no
I should’ve expected it, really
after those issues with the cows were ironed out, you and apollo were inseparable
messenger pigeon: thanks for understanding, hephaestus
machines <3: no problem, brother
~
sorry for not posting but hereeee
#ares#zeus#hermes#hephaestus#posideon#athena#hermapollo#apollo#hermes x apollo#kinda#sorry for not posting#artemis#orion#chat fic#greek mythology#greece#fanfiction
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preview of an untitled klapollo fic featuring apollo being oblivious of his own feelings, trucy being her dad's daughter, and the realization that maybe daydreaming about doing mundane things with one of your colleagues on a regular basis is probably indicative of something.
edit: HEY CHECK NOTES FOR THE LINK PRETTY PLEASE TY
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"Hey, Polly, do you have a crush on Klavier?"
Apollo does his absolute best to not spit out his coffee, electing to instead just choke on it and hope it doesn't kill him. Once he recovers, he retorts in a much too loud voice, "No, I don't!"
"Really? But, you always look so giddy after seeing him! Are you sure?" Trucy bounces on the balls of her feet, smile never leaving her face. Apollo puts down the styrofoam cup before he ends up crushing it in his hand.
"Trucy, I'd like to think I'd know if I had a crush on someone." Apollo crosses his arms as he speaks.
"I don't know, you've missed more obvious things before. Besides, you stare at him the same way Daddy stares at Mr. Edgeworth when he thinks no one's looking."
Apollo decides to not unpack that one. He does not need to know the state of his boss's love life. "Hey, you do it too! Why am I getting singled out for this?"
"Polly, I'm a teenage girl, I'm supposed to have a celebrity crush on pretty guys." Apollo again decides to not unpack the fact Trucy starts fiddling with her cape when she says that.
"Thinking someone is pretty doesn't mean I've got a crush on them, Truce." And he's right. So what if the annoyingly attractive (wait, attractive?) rock star regularly shows up in his thoughts? He worries about the guy sometimes, that's all. So what if, sometimes, on occasion, (quite frequently) he daydreams about doing things as simple as going out for coffee with the guy? He just wants to get to know him more. As a friend.
"Mmhm, sure. Polly, did you know you fiddle with your sleeve when you're lying?"
He stops, suddenly acutely aware of his rolled up sleeve pinched between his fingers. "I'm just nervous. And not a fan of this line of questioning."
"Is it because I'm right? Your face has been red this whole time."
Is this what witnesses on the stand feel like when he does this? He feels Trucy's eyes boring into him and he suddenly feels empathetic for all the witnesses he's caught lying with his perceiving. "Well, wh–what do you want from me? You'd be embarrassed too if you were in my shoes!"
"So you don't have a crush on him?"
"No!"
"You're fiddling with your sleeve again."
He is. He's rubbing the fabric between his thumb and index finger.
Is she right? She can't be. Sure, he's thought about more romantic things with the prosecutor, and sure, maybe just thinking about kissing him (which he has only done now, because Trucy put the idea in his head. It's definitely never crossed his mind before. Not at all.) makes his heart soar. But that's a normal thing when you're faced with someone as beautiful (objectively speaking, of course) as Klavier Gavin, right?
Right?
"Oh my god, Polly." Trucy laughs.
He said all that out loud, didn't he?
"Yes. You did. I've never heard pining more obvious in my life."
Apollo puts his face in his hands and groans. "Why do you have to be right?!"
"I wouldn't be Wright if I wasn't right!"
Apollo shoos her out the door, keeping his face down in a vain attempt to hide his blush. "Get. Go. Leave. Out. Now."
"Did you know your blush reaches your forehead, too?"
"OUT!"
#aniposts#aniwrites#i'm not tagging every single thing#but i'll tag the bare minimum of what i do for my reblogs#ace attorney#klapollo
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Luke Castellan x unclaimed son of Apollo
You sat next to Luke by the fire, a frown ever so present on your face. You had been at camp for 2 years now, and your father still had yet to claim you, meaning you were still in the Hermes cabin. You couldn't help but resent the guy. Whoever he was must of been a dickhead, to keep you here feeling unwanted. You felt Luke's hand on your shoulder gently rubbing it, helping to comfort you.
" You alright?" He asked concern lacing his voice, you just frowned before getting up and heading back to the Hermes cabin. You thought maybe just maybe tonight would be the night, you'd be claimed by your godly parent, and maybe you wouldn't feel so unwanted but alas that didn't seem to be happening. You sat down on your bed, it wasn't even really your bed. It was just a spare, that wasn't taken by a claimed Hermes kid.
Frustration and anger just seemed to boil up inside of you, causing you to throw one of your notebooks. It was the one you had filled with poetry, sketches, and lyrics really anything that came to mind that was an art went there. You were almost certain of who your godly father was. Hence why you had so many skills, but part of you resented the god. Why couldn't he just claim you, he claimed so many other of his kids. Why not you?
You threw another book at the wall, you weren't really thinking any more you were just mad, and now you didn't care what of yours you threw.
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Luke cautiously approached the cabin, he could hear something being thrown but he wasn't to sure what it was. He carefully opened the door, finally seeing what had happened. You broke, tears streaming down your face, your fists clenched as you finally curled up into a ball.
"Hey, hey it's okay" Luke gently approached you, sitting on the floor, "is it okay if I touch you?" You nodded as you moved closer to him. Your head resting on his chest, "I just- I don't understand... It's obvious who my dad is, and I just... I don't understand why he claims so many of my siblings, but not me. Am I just not good enough?" Luke interrupted you "No, you are enough. I don't know why Apollo hasn't claimed you yet, but trust me you are enough." He stroked your hair lightly, as he pulled you closer to him.
He looked like he wanted to say something right as he went to open his mouth, you were claimed. Your godly parent claimed you, as if protecting you from what they might say.
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You both took a moment and then walked out of the cabin your belonging in your hand as you walked toward your new cabin the claiming still making itself evident, as if to make sure you couldn't spend more time near the Hermes cabin. You were met at the door by Lee Fletcher, who smiled at you and welcomed you in. You were met with kind smiles, no one here seemed to have a reason not to welcome you in, and it felt safe.
You hugged look, bidding him goodnight as he smiled at you. "I'm happy for you y/n" you smiled at him, before getting whisked away into the cabin. It was nice to finally get a bunk to yourself, but part of you wondered why your dad waited until that moment. What was Luke gonna say. He never even tried to say it again after that.
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It didn't hit you till a few years later, that your father had been protecting you from Luke. He knew the path you could have been lead down, and he had to prevent it however he could. And that was holding out on claiming you, and waiting until very last moment to change your fate. He knew he wasn't supposed to try and changes the fates but he had to try. He wouldn't let you go down that path.
No matter how much trouble it got him into, he still loved you. It's wasn't that you were an unwanted burden, he just had to make sure Luke didn't feel like he could speak to you about his resentment of the gods. He had to protect you from joining Luke in any way he could. Even if it made you resent him for a fraction of time. He could make up for the unwanted feeling he gave you, but he couldn't forgive himself if he let you join the wrong side.
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I actually really like this :)
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So in comics there's definitely been and are characters that everyone just agrees that they have to die.
And stay dead.
Think of Thomas and Martha Wayne, Uncle Ben etc.
Now these have changed from what they were initially
After Death in the Family, Jason Todd was supposed to stay dead.
And he did, for 17 years before coming back as the Red Hood.
Like there was a fake out in Batman: Hush that it was Jason and it was wild.
Bucky Barnes, also meant to stay dead and did so for 37 years.
... 37?!
Before becoming the Winter Soilder.
And these aren't in universe years, this is real world time.
Now it's hard to imagine them not wandering about.
So I'm trying to think what 3 characters I think should stay dead.
At least for the forcible future.
And who's dead that should be bought back.
.
Staying dead: Jason Grace (Percy Jackson: Heroes of Olympus.)
Yeah... I know.
I love him I'm still holding out hope he will return but I don't think it's coming.
I say think because... Leo.
Jason Grace is the perfect example of, I followed the rules, I did everything I was supposed to and I still lost everything.
He's the perfect soilder, the paragon of heroism and he fell sacrificing himself to save his friends.
I think it's best if Jason stays dead because his death is used to show the fragility of human life.
Of the harrowing lives demigods lead.
His final words are punctuated by him staring at Lester, Apollo in his eyes as he's stabbed.
And telling him to remember.
Remember what you saw, remember the way my life drained from eyes.
Remember this day, and know I'm not the first nor the last.
It's such a powerful moment.
Especially because Apollo gets to know Jason and is hit throughout the book that Jason is so young.
That he's just a kid.... that they all are.
Demigods aren't promised happy endings.
Most don't live to be adults, and it's perfectly and tragically shown perfectly through Jason's death.
He just got the life he wanted, found out Leo's alive... And than in a moment it was all gone.
Also, for Jason who's served 14 years at 16, he deserves to rest a while.
.
Coming back to life: Summer Rose (RWBY)
Didnt see that coming, I was very much on the "Oh my gosh can we not... Can she just stay dead" train.
Now look at me.
To be fair we know more than we did than and I am really interested to know what happened to Summer.
What happened to STRQ in general to be honest.The tragic death that no one speaks of.
Who's events seem to be only known by Summer herself.
And with the rise of Grimm like the Hound, a beast made of both grimm and silver eyed warriors.
With the note from Ruby and Yang that Summer could have been the turning point.
From Salem killing silver eyed warriors to capturing them.
Given Salem was trying to kill Maria when she was young, now am old lady.And has only ever tried to capture Ruby.
That and Grimm Summer is just the concept ever, I wanna see Summer Rose the paragon of being a huntress be an underling for Salem.
Especially if she's not as reluctant of a follower as we may believe.
.
Staying dead: Junko Enoshima (Danganronpa)
Junko is that werid one of I want her to stay dead but like keep her memory alive.
Because it makes sense too, woman caused the apocalypse.
And if we're still operating in that universe it makes sense she'd be bought up, especially after the fact.
But I don't think Junko herself should be bought back.
I get why they did it in Danganronpa 2 because it made sense.
But after, I don't think Junko needs to keep being our main bad guy.
I think exploring the word, her followers and hell people have nothing to do with her would be a lot of fun.
If they do bring her back I'm not gonna be mad, just think hey if we can have multiple protags it'd be fun to have multiple villians too.
She can't carry all of this on her own.
If they do bring her back, kinda defeats the purpose of her death.
Of why it meant so much to her, why she had to lose to Makoto the ultimate hope and her own class.
She lost but she also won.
It's such a huge thing and to bring her back and than kill her later it really deminishes the impact her death had.
... That and...She'd need a whole new body because who knows what happened to her corpse.
.
Coming back to life: Matsuda Yasuke (Danganronpa)
Speaking of followers of Junko I'd like to see.
We know little about Matsuda, given he's only appeared in Danganronpa Zero.
I think him being around would be really interesting especially in a world where Junko stays dead.
Because Matsuda is that complex thing of being someone infatuated and in love with Junko.
He was her childhood friend and boyfriend after all.
But also someone who wants her to change.
He created a version of her devoid of despair and he'd be happy to keep her that way.
Which is a unique perspective because most Junko followers think she's the most perfect thing ever.
And I think having that perspective would make for an interesting story.
Because no one really sees Junko as a fully realised person, not even Mukuro her own sister.
Also even aside from Junko, Matsuda also plays a huge role in the killing game's.
He's the one responsible for the memory wipes.
Being the Ultimate Neurologist.
I personally would love to see the memory stuff explored given it was always second to the killing games.
I get why but it's so cool and not something we talk enough about. Wonder if he was scouted by Hope's Peak not just for having a talent but for it's usages.
Say... The Kamakura project 👀.
I dunno but I think Junko's boy toy deserves some time in the spotlight.
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Staying dead: The Grabber (The Black Phone)
His death was not only deserved.
It was fucking satisfying.
Watching Finney use everything the other boys gave him to beat that fucker.
That has kept him hostage, killed several others and is now getting his just deserts.
Was glorious.
... And I'm well aware that there's a sequel coming.
And I'm just hoping he stays dead.
Because not only do the ghost boys, Finney and Gwenny deserve to rest.
The Grabbers death was just perfectly set up and delivered so brutally.
That him being alive and returning to die later kinda ruins the ending.
Because it's Finney's fight to freedom.
I mean if that's the way they go with it, I can't say I'm not intrigued but yeah... Not in a rush to see him again.
Would much rather see someone else wear that mask.
.
Coming back to life: Sammy Emily (Five nights at Freddy’s)
The fact everyone dies and comes back to life in this series.
But not Sammy is a crime.
I'm sorry but the story about the mysterious twin brother of the girl who becomes the puppet.
Is something I wanna see.
I know he's only been mentioned vaguely in the Silver Eyes books.
But that's only more reason.
Just Sammy who's thought be dead for years raised by his mother and having an unexplainable connection to Freddys.
I mean tons of kids in the Fazbear Frights books have been drawn or compelled to go to Freddys.
His would make the most sense.
Maybe Williams after him?
Maybe it's Charlie in the Pizzaplex recognising and calling out to him.
Maybe he's the new night guard at the place trying to figure out what happened here... And why it feels familiar.
Maybe he knows about Freddy’s but he knows Charlie was taken and killed.
A parallel to Charlie thinking it was him in the original books.
Maybe he's out for revenge or just trying to find his missing sister.
There's so many possibilities.
I'm just saying if we can get a book about Sea Bonnie's we can get a Sammy Emily story.
.
Well that's my list.
Feel free to add your own, I'm curious.
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a non ship fic with trans and gay Apollo, and lesbian Trucy. A coming out fic where Trucy comes out to Apollo, then Apollo comes out to Trucy. Then something where they both come out to Phoenix. Phoenix is also bi and trans. :)
Finally finished it agagagagaggaga
It is. It is under the cut
“And that’s when I told him, ‘Daddy, you’re just being crazy!’” Trucy said, laughing.
Apollo chuckled as he sipped his coffee. “Well, Mr. Wright is a very eccentric character… I’ve come to learn that, let me tell you.”
The pair were on a lunch break, spending their free time at a coffee shop chatting about workplace gossip and co-worker drama. Apollo had come to find throughout their conversation that what happened around the agency definitely did not go over Trucy’s head. She was strangely knowledgeable about most things going on there, in fact.
Suddenly, Apollo saw Trucy’s fingers tighten around her glass of lemonade.
“Polly?” She asked.
“Yeah?” Apollo replied, trying to ignore his perceive ability which was activating at her tension.
“Could you… would you mind taking your bracelet off for a moment?” Trucy asked meekly.
Apollo almost spit out his coffee. “M…my bracelet? I mean… Trucy, I’m not trying to upset you, but I barely ever take it off… is there any reason as to why you want me to?”
Trucy swallowed down a lump in her throat. “I… I wanna tell you something important. But I don’t want your ability to ruin what I have to say…”
Apollo sighed. “I mean, sure, I can take it off… but not for too long, okay? I get nervous when I’m not wearing it for a while.”
Trucy nodded as she watched Apollo struggle to slip off his bracelet. Apollo always forgot how his bracelet was meant to fit perfectly around his wrist, so it often was very hard to take off. Eventually, he managed to free his wrist from it, revealing a red, circular mark on his skin positioned where it was resting previously.
“Polly… your wrist!” Trucy gasped. “Is it supposed to look like that?”
Apollo laughed and scratched the back of his head. “Probably not, but I told you, I barely ever take it off… on top of that, the bracelet is meant to be a perfect fit around my wrist, but even perfect fits can leave painful imprints after a while… Hey, there’s probably a metaphor in that!”
Trucy stifled a chuckle as her eyes flitted around the room. Apollo took no notice of this.
“So what did you want to tell me?” Apollo asked.
“Well, I…” Trucy stammered. She started to pick at her nails a bit. “I um… you see…”
“Truce, are you alright?” Apollo asked. “You seem super nervous. You know you can tell me anything, right?”
“I know,” Trucy muttered. “I just… this is pretty big news. I guess I don’t really know how to get it across.”
Apollo smiled warmly. “Well, I can wait. Whenever you’re ready, go ahead.”
Trucy exhaled deeply.
“Polly?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m gay.”
Apollo sat upright. “You’re… you’re gay?”
Trucy nodded.
“Oh. Wow. Um, wow,” Apollo stammered, staring at her for a moment but then regaining his composure. “Wow, that’s uh… that’s totally cool, Truce! That’s super awesome for you. And um, I guess I have to confess something myself, then!”
Trucy looked up. “What is it?”
Apollo grinned and said, “I’m gay too! And uh, I also used to be a girl! I’m transgender!”
Trucy’s mouth hung open for a moment, before she closed it shut abruptly. “You’re… you’re gay too? And you’re trans?”
“Yup!” Apollo said proudly. “And just between us, old gay guy to young gay girl? I think it’s awesome that you’re confident enough to tell me this. I’m super duper proud of you.”
Trucy giggled. “Aw, thanks Polly! I’m proud of you too!”
“Not to pry or anything, and you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but… have you told Mr. Wright about it yet?” Apollo asked.
Trucy sighed. “No, I haven’t. You’re the first person I’ve told, actually.”
“Call me selfish but that makes me feel kinda special!” Apollo grinned.
Trucy playfully shoved Apollo from across the table. “This isn’t about you, Polly! Listen to me for a sec!”
Apollo stopped talking and slipped his bracelet back on, miming closing his lips shut with a zipper.
“I just… how did you come out to people?” Trucy asked. “How should I go about it, do you think? It’s a bit different when I tell you, because you’re technically my subordinate, but… how do I tell my dad? ”
Apollo sighed and leaned back in his seat. “I can’t really help here, because I never really came out to people. Either they weren’t active enough in my life for me to care to, or I felt like it was more my business than theirs, so I didn’t owe them an explanation on anything. Now that I think about it, you’re probably the only person who’s gotten a full admittal, honestly. Besides Clay, of course.”
Trucy raised an eyebrow. “So what, you’re saying that you have no clue? That isn’t very helpful, Polly.”
“No no no, that’s not what I’m saying,” Apollo chuckled. “I mean, I guess it is a bit, but… If anything, I’d say just come out to him like how you came out to me just now. It doesn’t have to be particularly special or different just because he’s your dad.”
“So like… coming out by just diving right in?” Trucy asked.
“Yeah, just diving right in!” Apollo repeated.
“Alright then, let’s go!” Trucy said as she stood up.
With Apollo visibly confused, Trucy explained; “I wanna go back to the agency to tell my daddy!”
“Right now?” Apollo grumbled. “I haven’t finished my coffee yet.”
Trucy ended up grabbing Apollo by the arm and dragging him out of the coffee shop.
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The pair ran part of the way back to the agency until Apollo got a cramp and insisted that they walk the rest of the way. As they walked, Trucy recited what she was going to say and convinced Apollo to come out with her, to make it less nerve-wracking. After a couple of minutes of practicing with each other, the two finally arrived at the agency. They barged in and rushed into Phoenix’s office, causing him to jump in surprise.
“Trucy! Apollo!” Phoenix half-shouted. “You guys scared the living daylights outta me!”
Trucy giggled. “Sorry daddy, but we both have big news! Can you meet us in the main room? Like, right now?”
Phoenix looked confused but obeyed, standing up from his desk and following the pair into the main room. Phoenix plopped down on one of the couches, and Trucy and Apollo seated themselves on the couch across from him.
“Do you wanna tell him your news first, Polly?” Trucy asked. Apollo got the hint and nodded.
“Mr. Wright, I have to tell you something!” Apollo said confidently, trying to show Trucy that nothing was going to go wrong.
“I’m listening,” Phoenix said, clearly a bit unamused.
Apollo grinned and said, “Mr. Wright, I’m gay! And I’m a trans man!”
Phoenix didn’t react. “What else is new?”
Apollo covered his face with his hands. “Am I that obvious?”
Phoenix started to reply, but Trucy stopped him.
“Daddy, wait!" she cried. "I have a confession too!”
“What is it?” Phoenix asked.
Trucy took in a deep breath. Phoenix and Apollo were both looking at her now. It was her cue!
“Daddy, I’m…” Trucy stammered. “Daddy, I’m gay too!”
Phoenix was quiet for a moment, but then smiled and stood up, stepping over to the other couch and enveloping Trucy in a hug.
“I’m glad you told me that, sweetie,” Phoenix said softly. “And I’m glad that you’re comfortable enough around me to do so.”
“I kinda knew you wouldn’t be upset or anything, but I just didn’t want it to be awkward,” Trucy giggled.
They hugged each other tightly for a moment, Trucy clinging on to the back of Phoenix’s suit coat, up until Phoenix noticed that something was missing. Or, namely, some one.
“Aw, c’mere, kid,” Phoenix said as he grabbed Apollo and wrapped him into the hug. Apollo looked taken aback but smiled warmly, wrapping his arms around his two bosses.
Eventually, they broke away from their group hug, and Phoenix sat back down. “If we’re coming out to each other, then I have to come out as well,” Phoenix said slyly. “I’m bisexual. And I’m trans too.”
Trucy couldn’t help it, but her jaw dropped open. “How did I not know this?”
Phoenix chuckled. “Miles is practically my partner, Truce. If you haven’t been able to put two and two together, that’s more your fault than anything. Plus, you’ve seen me without a shirt on before, whenever we would go to the pool! What did you think those weird scars on my chest were from?”
“I always thought that someone tried to cut you with a knife, but they missed!” Trucy said. “I didn’t know it was from a surgery!”
“Well yes, I actually have been threatened with knives before,” Phoenix mumbled to himself. “But that’s not what those scars are! At least, not those specific ones.” Phoenix winked.
The trio shared a laugh and Trucy stood up.
“Daddy, where is everyone else?” Trucy asked.
“Still out on lunch break, I think,” Phoenix said. “Why?”
“Because I have to come out to all of them too!” Trucy beamed.
~~~
Over the next couple of days, Trucy came out to practically everyone she knew personally, with an influx of overwhelming support and love from everyone she told. She started to change her wardrobe, buying button pins and flannels, and even convincing Phoenix to change the colored confetti she used in her shows from blue and pink to different shades of orange, magenta, and white. Luckily, the only people in her crowds that noticed were the ones that were going to support her nonetheless. Not only that, but Trucy was also warmly welcomed into a large net of fellow lesbians within the agency and the Los Angeles prosecutor’s office. Needless to say, she ended up very happy with her decision to come out to so many people, and almost unsurprisingly, many of those who she came out to were queer as well. This connection and love inspired Trucy so much that she took it upon herself to plan for the prosecutors and the agency to go to Los Angeles Pride together when June rolled around.
And naturally, everyone went.
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Cool
AN: Part two of Another Man Read that first to have an understanding of this fic.
Inspired by Cool by Gwen Stefani
“Y/N, unless you want to walk down the aisle with a unibrow then I suggest you keep still!” Your best friend, Trish exclaimed dramatically with a huff.
To say you were a nervous wreck right now would be an understatement. You were under an hour away from marrying the love of your life.
“Hey relax, once you see him at the end of the aisle, all your nerves will go away. Promise.” Trish says as she spun you around in the makeup chair. Despite you fidgeting the whole time, Trish did a great job on your makeup, you loved how it wasn’t over the top. It was simple, just how you liked it.
Just as you turned to thank her, there was a knock on the door. “If that’s your damn future husband, I’m gonna kick his ass so don’t be surprised if he has a black eye.”
“Can you at least kick his ass after we say our vows?” You jokingly asked her.
“No promises.”
You laughed and turned back towards the mirror to give yourself a onceover. Despite being nervous you were beyond excited. You couldn’t wait to start this new chapter of your life, with the man you love. You couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.
After a while you begin to notice that Trish had been gone for far too long. Fearing that she actually had kicked your man’s ass, you picked up the ends of your dress and walked towards the foyer.
You gasped seeing who was actually standing there. The man turned around and gave you a small, almost nervous smile.
“Wow, if someone would’ve told me that the first time I’d see you in a wedding dress would be at the wedding of my best friend, who you left me for I must add, I’d laugh.” He said with a straight face, but you could see his lips twitch as he tried to hold in his laughter.
“Jack, that’s not funny.” You said trying hard not to laugh as well.
“What? Too soon?” Not being able to hold in your laughs any longer, the both of you let out loud giggles.
As you guys quiet down there was a beat of silence.
“In all seriousness, you look very beautiful.”
Your face warmed at the compliment. You never thought the two of you would get to this point. Especially after everything that had happened.
You thanked him before sitting on the nearby bench. The heels you were wearing were starting to hurt your feet. You almost wanted to switch them out for your converse.
You looked over at Jack as he sat next to you. “Shouldn’t you be doing best man duties?” Cutting your eyes at him.
“If you’re wondering if he’s just as nervous as you are right now then you’d be correct. Trish and I have a bet going that we’re gonna have a runaway bride/groom situation.”
You quickly hit him on the back of the head. “HEY! That actually hurts, you know?”
“I thought women were supposed to be in good moods on their wedding day?” Jack mumbled under his breath
“This is not showtime at the Apollo! Stop joking around like that.” You huffed at him. Despite all the jokes you were glad Jack came to see you. As long as you could remember he was always able to calm your nerves.
You watched as Jack started playing with his fingers, you’ve known him long enough now, to know when he had something to say. You reached over and placed a hand over his. Jack looked at you, and gave you a small smile.
“I really just came down here to let you know that, I’m really happy for you and Urban. When the break up happened, I was so mad at you both. The two people who I loved the most betrayed me. After not speaking for years, and having time to think, I realized in the end, that I was your “then love” and Urban is your “forever love” Jack said.
A weight felt like it lifted from your shoulders at hearing him say that. You could feel yourself start to tear up at his words, you exhaled and started waving your hands in front of your face to try to stop the tears from messing up your makeup. Trish would kill you.
You reached over and gave Jack a big hug. Feeling his arms wrap around you, you squeezed him tighter.
“Thank you Jack, seriously. You don’t understand how much I needed to hear that from you.” You said before pulling away from the embrace.
Jack nodded, also feeling the weight lift from his shoulders. Sure, years ago he thought he was going to celebrate this day with you in a completely different way but things happened and God had other plans for the both of you. Besides, he thinks he finally found his “forever love” in Trish.
He wiped his hands down his slacks before standing up knowing he was going to be needed soon. He was the best man after all.
Jack wished you well once again before heading towards the door. He had one more question before leaving, one he already knew the answer too.
“You are happy, right?”
Your eyes lit up as you gave him your biggest and brightest smile. One that stretched from ear to ear.
“Very. I’m ready to become Mrs. Wyatt.”
Jack couldn’t help but smile at your reply before walking out the door, happy that the two of you were cool again.
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