#Athena: ...Oh HELL no! We are NOT going down that road!
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Slightly Less Modern Epic Au—The year is 1920 and M.E Athena has noticed Hermes is acting odd. There's less of a sparkle in his eye, he's not doing the accent as much, he seems a lot less energetic, he's just...Off. Athena's concerned—this personality shift is so wrong to her. She spends a while thinking about a way to fix it, then it comes to her.
M.E Athena: Hermes?
Hermes: Yeah?
M.E Athena: Go visit your daughter, the three year old in Maine.
Hermes: ...Huh?
M.E Athena: Go visit your toddler—I'll vouch for you.
Hermes: I'm sorry, I don't understand why you're—?
M.E Athena: Go.
Hermes: Okay! Okay!
•Five Hours Later•
M.E Athena: How was it?
Hermes: She's so adorable Athena! She wanted to play this game called tag!? The little rascal can run like a damn track dog!
M.E Athena: Sounds like you two had fun.
Hermes: She giggles like me!
The sparkles not back completely but it's getting there. By the time it's bright and bold again it'll have probably changed a little but it won't die and that's all that matters. M.E Athena keeps vouching for him, offers him an ear whenever he needs to bitch and vent, and so Hermes becomes M.E Hermes instead of PJO Hermes.
#au lore#modern epic pjo#Athena: *Notices the Personality Shift Starting*#Athena: ...Oh HELL no! We are NOT going down that road!#percy jackson#pjo x epic#pjo#pjo au#epic
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DONT WAIT FOR THE TIDE

JUST TO DIP BOTH YOUR FEET IN
“You really wanna go on a road-trip?” I ask Buck as he throws a duffel into his Jeep and then more gently tucks my duffel next to his, I look out at the cold greys and harsh blues in the sky. The clouds threaten to launch a downpour any moment, “it’s the middle of December Buck”
“Yeah, yeah it’ll be good for us to get out of town for a while. See the coast. San Fran and Santa Cruz” He rambles, I’ve seen him rushing but he’s never been so eager to kick it before.
“Buck I lived in San Jose, I know all those places. I’ve been there before. What’s this really about?” I inquire as he opens my door and helps me in then proceeds to jump into the drivers side and we speed off.
“I just, everything at work has been so crazy lately and I just need to blow town for a little while. And I thought, why don’t I do that with my favorite lady who knows all the best spots” he reasons brushing through his loose curls as we slow at a traffic light.
“Ok..” I shrug a little; I’ve been with this man long enough to know when to push and when to not, “how’s Eddie doing?” I ask, “losing his wife must’ve been hard” I pick my knee up and place my feet on the dash before Buck swats them down, “I’m in my socks!”
“That is how you break your pelvis and your legs so feet where they go babe” He corrects gently, moves a hand from the wheel to gently caress my thigh. Covered in my Stanford crewneck and leggings with my fuzzy Christmas socks on. I’m a little more comfortable than if I was in jeans and a hoodie.
“Alright alright, but Chris is good?” I ask turning my head as he looks at the GPS.
“Yeah, he misses his mom and Eddie’s shut down a little bit but I think with some therapy he might start coming back.. Athena and Bobby have been helping out with dinners n stuff” he explains, checking over as he merges into the freeway.
“That’s good, god I love those two. Real good people” I nod a little shifting in my seat as Buck continues driving.
“I was thinking, Santa Cruz, we go see your parents, San Fran, then drive back. Skip LA and just head straight to San Diego?” He asks looking over. Just a peeking glance at my expression before he turns his attention back to the road.
“Buck, y’know I love you but it’s gonna be freezing in San fran and Santa Cruz and driving past home Buck what’s up? I’m gettin worried” I peek over at him, seeing a large sigh from his chest.
“I’m scared. To go back. That I’ll get hurt again. Or someone else will get hurt again. I’m starting to think I’m just full of bad luck” He breathes a little looking in the rearview mirror before speeding up slightly.
“Oh” I don’t really have anything to say, no words to comfort him, no piece of advice to say ‘I’d been there, I know how you feel’ because I don’t know how he feels. I don’t know what it’s like to die on the job, or to see my friends face death, “I can’t tell you that I’ve been there and give you advice” I admit, “baby, the best I can do for you is to tell you that I’m here for you. And we have about six hours for you to tell me all about your feelings”
I see a faint smile and he shakes his head, “nah, I don’t need you to be my therapist, but I appreciate it.. more than you know” He tugs at his earlobe and sits back a little.
We sit in silence, I’ve got my AirPods in and watching the view. Bucks hand shifts from the steering wheel to my thigh where he just holds it.
We arrive in Santa Cruz at sunset, the beach is cold and the sand pricks at my toes as I slip my socks off, “come on bucky” I smile a little, it’s been years since I’ve been to this beach. I grasp his hand, he falters slightly before following after me. A quick surge foreword as he drops my hand then lifts me over his shoulder. I gasp slightly and grip onto his shirt, “Evan!”
“You run too slow, y’know I’m trained to run carrying a hell of a lot more than what you weigh” He sasses slightly, lowering me as the waves lick at my feet. It’s a re-assuring smile he gives me as he leans in and kisses me softly.
I smile into the kiss and wrap my arms around his neck. Locking my fingers into the soft blondeish brunette curls, “y’know. I didn’t realize how much I needed to get out of the city until I actually got out” I murmur as he turns and we stand side by side. The waves crashing into my ankles, starting to wet the edges of my leggings. The water starts to soak into Bucks jeans. He holds my hand, stuffing it into his hoodie pocket. I lean against his bicep, his finger rubs against my thumb.
“Good trip then?”
“Definitely”
#louiseabilenewrites#911 abc#911 show#911 fanfic#evan buckley#evan buckley x reader#evan buck buckely
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8x03 SPOILERS
Love Maddie’s confusion when Bobby & Buck called her
Lmao “I never would have guessed”
“It’s called acting” 🤣
“LAX is no longer an option” why is that so haunting 😭
“I was already in the pacific - not itching to go back” Athena
Buck looks so sad when Athena says they’ll miss LAX 😭
“You’re on the 110”
“And you’re headed right towards me” they’re so in love 🥺
They already knew what the other was thinking
The slow turn between Maddie & Josh 🤣
MOTORCYCLIST BUCK!!!
Love Hen, Chim, & Eddie looking like they’re modeling on that firetruck while a plane flys directly over them?
“That sounded different in my head” 🤣 Athena 🤣
Buck! Honey! Be careful! Those cars are not paying him any mind
Jem flipping on the seatbelt sign lmao
“Oh you sweet naive man” 🤣
“I think your boy just shut down the road” heck yeah! That is Bobby’s boy and he did do that!!!
“I will be right here waiting for you” 😭
Them y’all 😭
I did not understand a thing that flight instructor dude said
Poor Jem going into a state of shock 😭
He needs a hug
Those shots of the plane over Buck and Bobby staring it down - cinematography
Dude Bobby has a steel spine what the hell
“Welcome to Los Angeles” DUDE
That one lady with the dog is absolutely stunning
Jem got his hug!!!
Man Buck is fast, he’s already back at the scene of the action
“You look like that actor from TV”
“Yeah I get that a lot” 🤣
“She says you have to come get her”
My mom “yeah that sounds about right”
It’s the 118!!!
“I’m just going with it”
Buck why don’t you have your gear on? Or the extra gear? We know there’s some on the rigs we saw it when Eddie helped with the dispatch fire
“Buck put him in the hospital”
“What?”
“I’d explain but it’s more fun not to” oh Chim
Athena knows!!!
Them hiding in the fake fire truck is so funny to me idky
“That works too”
Love how you can see Bobby’s wheels turning - everyone in the 118 loves solving mysteries
Mom asked if Dennis “stabbed him in the leg” and I said “I’m pretty sure it was in the dick” and then she’s like “what nice word choice” and I said “that’s what it is!”
I like Athena’s line about being free
Hen is a better captain then you’ve ever been or you’ll ever be you jackass
You can tell Eddie is struggling to find the words
I HATE Gerrard but him saying vulgar about Hen using an examination point got me, ngl, I did snort
I also laughed at everyone’s expressions when he hugged Buck
And also why did he say “feel these arms around you? This is me taking you under my wing.” ??? He could have just said that last part, the first part was so unnecessary and honestly kind of creepy like why would you say that??? To your subordinate???
Also why is he rocking Buck???
I hate him he’s so yucky 🤢
#911 spoilers#911 abc#911 fox#bobby nash#athena grant#evan buckley#eddie diaz#brad torrence#hen wilson#chimney han#vincent gerrard
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Thomas Barrow x Male!reader - love to hate you, hate to love you
Part 10:
The next day you were getting ready for your night when there was a knock on your door.
“Lord Grantham is asking for you.”
“Thank you Markus I’m on my way up.”
You put your sword on your hip and he led you to the drawing room and you bowed your head in respect as you entered.
“My lord, you asked for me?”
“Ah yes, I was actually going through some of the land owners today, and I came across a familiar name. Chiron, he’s a friend of yours is he not?”
“He is my lord yes.”
“He purchased a large mass of land from me, I was wondering perhaps if you knew why, it was an odd thing to see.”
You nodded your head.
“Of course my Lord, as you are aware I grew up in place with many other teenagers. Well, Chiron had decided to bring that here.”
“Oh how wonderful.” Lady Cora smiled.
You smiled back and gave a nod of your head.
“Do you think he would accept if we requested to visit the land, I should like to see what he’s done with such a large mass of land.”
“He would gladly accept my lord yes, in fact I’m going to be up there for the weekend of you would like to come then, we do have rooms available should you like to stay the night. Though it is rather bumpy there are no roads so no cars can get there, but we can have people help.”
“I see, thank you. I will come down on the Saturday and stay.”
“Oh Robert do let me come, I should like to see the man that raised such a polite young man.” Lady Cora smiled.
“Does he have a telephone?”
“Yes my my lord, I will write down the number for you and have Mr Carson pass it along.”
“Thank you, that’s all.”
“Very good my lord.”
You wrote down the number, and you quickly shadow travelled to the camp to warn Chiron about the visit ahead of time.
“I see, well, we can hide somethings, and have the demigods address you by name for the weekend. But what about the training? The armour?”
You sighed.
“Uhm.. tell him it’s tradition? They don’t know much about ancient Greeks, so they would believe it, but what will you do?”
“If I remember correctly I was rather good at hiding the fact I was a centaur from you.”
“Ah yes the magic wheelchair that apparently solves all your issues.”
Chiron rolled his eyes.
“Where will the stay?”
“Lord and Lady Grantham can stay in the big house, the ladies maid… Athena’s cabin… and the valet…”
“There’s no room in any other cabins.”
“My cabin, I have a spare room.”
“Then it’s sorted, everything will be ready for Saturday but are you sure it’s a good idea?”
“Why did you buy the land?!”
Chiron looked at you.
“We need a farm, what else was I to do?”
“I don’t know! Oh bloody hell Chiron…”
You pinched the bridge if your nose.
“As long as he tells us prior visits we should be fine.” Chiron said.
“Where did you even get money to buy land?”
“I have savings.”
“I strangely enough don’t believe that but fine, just make sure everything suspicious can be explained I really don’t want to be trying to explain this to him. The ladies maid will.. probably be Anna or Mrs Hughes I assume but… I don’t know who the valet will be. Maybe Mr Bates but this will be hard terrain for him.”
“We’ll have it all ready.”
You nodded and left, appearing in your office.
You were so busy over the next few nights you hardly saw anyone, and on Friday you left again, straight to the Hade’s cabin, and you unpacked your things.
You were dreading tomorrow but you were hoping it would go well.
You spent that night at the big house drawing up plans and ensuring everything was ready for the weekend, and as the following morning came around, you waited at the end of the road with a few of the older demigods.
“Why are we doing this?” One whispered.
“Because he’s the Earl, that’s why you fool. Be polite and respectful. Ensure you remember what you were told.” You hissed.
He quickly nodded and you heard the call of your name.
“They need your help in the forge!”
“Come help these then!”
You swapped places with Leon and you jogged down the dirt path, past a few buildings and you stood in front of the forge.
“You needed me?”
“I’m sorry, we just don’t have the time to do these one by one. We need a faster way of making them.”
He set a sword in a barrel of water.
You looked at it.
“How many are you making at a time?”
“Two.”
“How many can you fit at a time.”
“Maybe six.”
“Have you tried it?”
“I’m scared somethings going to go wrong if I do..”
You nodded and took your jacket and waistcoat off, setting them on a nearby bench, you rolled up your sleeves and pulling on an apron.
“Right, you two over here.”
Two more jogged over.
“Is this safe?”
“I’ll be completely honest I’m not sure, maybe we should have Arthur on hand just in case…?” You mumbled.
“I’m already here and waiting for your plan to go belly up.”
You glared at the man and he grinned at you a little as he sat on the bench watching.
You got the next six swords ready to be worked and all four of you put them into the oven, carefully watching.
“I think it works.”
You turned around and walking over to a cart fully of metal scraps.
“Is there more coming?”
“A load more this afternoon.” Arthur said.
You nodded and saw familiar faces being led down the dirt path by Chiron in his wheelchair.
Smiling, you walked over and stood in front of them.
“My lord, my lady, thank you for coming.” You said.
“Thank you for having us, Chiron told us you already have everything planned out where we’ll be staying?” Lady Cora asked.
“Yes my lady, you two will be in the big house, and Mrs Hughes and Mr Barrow will be staying in the cabins.”
You heard some yelling and you turned around.
“Oh no…”
You ran up and into the smoke, grabbing the arms of Demigods you pulled them out of the smoke and ran back in.
You grabbed the final one and there was a load bang, and the pair of you were throwing to the ground by the sheer force.
You hit the floor and groaned a little, sitting up to watch people throwing buckets of water on the fire.
“What did you do?” Chiron asked.
You pushed yourself up and looked at him.
“Completely my fault, we may have pushed the oven to its limits…”
“So you decided to blow up the forge?” He asked.
“Okay so accidents happen, we know better now. And it’ll be fixed in a few hours anyway.”
There was a second smaller explosion and you looked over.
“Somethings stuck!”
You ran over and looked at it, reaching your hand in you pulled out a small bit of metal and the turned off the fire and you waved you hand in the air trying to ease the pain.
“Arthur!” Someone yelled.
“I’m fine, Arthur go away!”
You dodged him and walked back over to stand in front of them smiling a little.
“Sorry, I’m sure that does not make a good light for the tour. But it was my fault.”
“Is your hand alright?” Lord Grantham asked.
Arthur room your hand and you slapped his hand away.
“It will be yes, just a few small burns nothing major my lord.”
“Let me take a look.”
Arthur slapped your hand away and he took your hand while you huffed and wrapped it in a bandage.
“Come see me if it gets worse. And stop being so stubborn!”
He walked away and you rolled your eyes.
“(Y/N)?!”
You sighed.
“I’m sorry but I must go.”
Walking back over to the forge.
They watched as you spoke with the others and you walked around the front, climbing on the windows and shutters until you were on the roof.
They tossed some things up to you and you caught them.
“Should we carry on our tour?” Chiron asked.
“Yes of course.” Lord Grantham said.
They looked at you once more before being led away.
You fixed the broken roof, and you jumped down, setting the tools aside.
“Try four this time.” You said.
“They might be best, but still won’t be fast enough.”
“We’ll expand then, over the weekend carry on with this and I’ll talk to Chiron about it.”
With that, you grabbed your belongings and pulled them back on before making your way to the big house where Chiron was sat with everyone in the living room.
“We need to expand the forge.”
“Why?” Chiron asked.
“So we don’t blow it up again.”
“I’ll look at the plans later.”
You nodded your head and clasped your hands behind your back.
“How do you find it my lady?” You asked.
“Oh it is wonderful, is this the man you told us about?”
“Yes my lady, this is Chiron, he raised me and taught me all I know.”
She smiled and nodded her head, and you walked over to the desk, sitting down you went through some of the papers.
“Do you work here too?” Lord Grantham asked.
“Yes my lord. On my days off and half days I come here to help out.”
“Is it not exhausting?” Lady Cora asked.
“Not at all my lady. I missed this dearly when I moved back to England, I’m glad to have this so close.”
They carried on talking and you stood up, taking some papers with you, you padded to room opposite the living room and set them down on the table.
You walked back into the living room and stood next to Thomas and Mrs Hughes.
A young teenager came in looking a little lost.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but luncheon is ready.”
“Thank you Jones, go on, go sit down.” Chiron smiled.
The teen nodded and ran away, and you led everyone out to the tables.
“Where is everybody sitting?” Lord Grantham asked.
“Well, we’re separated into tables, based on the cabin names. You and her ladyship will sit at the big table with Chiron, Mrs Hughes and Mr Barrow can sit wherever they’d like.” You said.
“Very well, is there no footmen?” Lord Grantham asked.
“I’m afraid not my Lord, but everything is already laid out for you.”
He nodded his head and looked to the large fire in the middle of all the tables.
“We don’t have to do that do we?” Lady Cora asked.
“No my lady, that’s just for the others.” Chiron chuckled.
You took Mrs Hughed and Thomas over to the rest of the tables.
“Sit wherever youd like.”
“Where do you sit?” Mrs Hughes asked.
You pointed to an empty table.
“All alone?”
“It’s just myself in my cabin.”
“May we sit with you?” Thomas asked.
“Should you want to of course.”
You led them over and sat them down before sitting down yourself.
Putting some food on your plate, you took it to the fire and tossed some in before going to sit down.
“Mrs Hughes, I hope you don’t mind staying in a cabin full of strangers, if you do we can always move you.”
“Nonsense, I’m sure they’re lovely people, and I should love to hear more about this way of life.” She smiled.
“Is this how you were raised?” Thomas asked.
You nodded your head and looked around, gesturing for one of the young demigods lurking nearby to come over and he handed you a dagger.
“It’s breaking…”
“Would you like me to fix it for you?”
“Yes please my friend gave it to me..”
You nodded your head.
“Go eat, I’ll have it fixed in a few hours.”
You set the dagger on the table and carried on eating.
“Is that real?” Mrs Hughes asked.
“It has to be, he’s got one and all.” Thomas said.
“It is real, it’s tradition.” You said.
She nodded her head but looked a little confused.
“Tradition?”
“We have some strange customs.” You smiled.
You carried on eating and excused yourself after to go and fix the dagger, and you were at it for a few hours before you finished it.
Setting it aside to cool, you ran a hand through your hair.
“The delivery is here.” Leon said.
You walked over and watched as the Pegasi dragged them all over, and demigod unclasped them, letting them walk free.
“Is this going to be nearly enough?” Arthur asked.
“No, but the others are bringing everything over with them.” You said.
He nodded and you picked up some of the metal, tossing it around in your hand.
“Focus on armour for now.”
The boy behind you nodded his head and you jumped into the cart, taking a bucket you began to load it with metal.
You handed it down and stood up, walking along the carts.
“(L/N)?”
“Oh, my lady.”
You jumped over the edge and jump down, clasping your hands behind your back.
“How May I help?”
“I was just wondering what’s going on, I saw all the horses.”
“Ah, would you like to look my lady?”
“I would.”
You led her to the forge and gestured to the boy.
“This is Timothy, he’s our best blacksmith. He’s currently teaching the younger ones how to use a forge, which is why we have all that metal.”
“What happens after that?”
“Well my lady, it will be taken to the armoury, where they can take whatever they’d like at any time and train with one another.”
“To fight?”
“We have some strange customs, but yes, to fight and protect themselves.”
“And you went through this same training?”
“I did my lady, the teenagers enjoy it, they find it fun.”
You took her to one of the training grounds and she looked around.
“Women training with swords and shields?”
“Women should be allowed to protects themselves to my lady, don’t you agree?”
“I certainly do. This is very modern thinking.” She smiled.
You smiled at her.
“Perhaps her ladyship would like to learn?”
“Oh heavens no, I don’t think Lord Grantham would ever approve.”
“Approve of what?”
You both turned around to face Lord Grantham.
“Me learning how to do what these young women can do.”
You smiled a little, and you felt someone behind you, so you stepped a little to your right and they stumbled forward.
“Leon?”
“I was hoping to get the jump on you but apparently not.”
“Well, maybe if you stopped stomping around the place you could.”
He pointed his sword at you and everyone looked.
“Train with me.”
You looked to Lord Grantham.
“I would be interested to see what exactly you can do.”
“Very good my lord, follow me.”
You led them all to the middle of the cabins, and people brought over chairs and benches for everybody to sit around.
You went into your cabin to grabbed your coin, and you flipped it, catching the sword you pulled of the apron and tossed it aside.
“Right you two, I know what you’re like so remember the rules.” Chiron scolded.
“Yes sir!” You both yelled.
You placed the tip of your sword against the floor and you smirked a little.
“You have nothing.”
“I’ve got you this time.” Leon said.
Thomas watched you carefully, his eyes glued to you, carefully watching what you were doing, ever step you took and every well thought of move you made.
You didn’t even raise your sword to attack, you simply used it to defend yourself, easily dodging the attacks.
You tossed your sword up, and you grabbed Leon by the arm, sweeping your leg under his, you knocked him and threw him over your shoulder.
He landed on his feet and you caught your sword, bringing it down to block his.
“You know you’re not going to win this.” You said.
“I can still try, I’m the only one here that can give you a run for your money.”
You rolled your eyes, and suddenly dropped your sword, you ducked under his as people cried out your name, and you grabbed his wrist, placing your hand on his stomach you flipped him over you again and slapped him into the ground, standing up, you pointed your sword at him.
“I win.”
“You cheated..” he wheezed.
Rolling your eyes, you held your hand out to him and pulled him up, stabbing both of your swords into the ground.
“Go to Arthur.”
“I think you broke a rib..”
“Don’t be so dramatic and get out of here.”
Leon grinned a little and walked away and you turned around.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t longer my Lord.”
“No need, that was impressive. You really don’t need to raise your sword in a fight?”
“Not if you know what you’re doing my Lord.”
He nodded his head.
“Chiron said he’d like to discuss land plans with us both, perhaps you can show Mrs Hughes and Mr Barrow around until our return?” Lady Cora asked.
“Certainly I can, there’s a lot to see.”
#Downton abbey#downton abbey x you#downton abbey x reader#Downton abbey imagine#thomas barrow#Thomas barrow x reader#thomas barrow x you#thomas Barrow imagine
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Romeo and Juliet
Are requests open? If so can I get a buck x female reader where the reader is a close family friend of his boss so they have to date in secret, but bobby reveals he knew the whole thing when they mess up at the fire station.
Moving to LA was a hard decision leaving your friends and family behind but you knew it was something that you had to do. You needed a fresh start and your Uncle Bobby was in LA to so it’s not like you were all alone.
You knew your uncle your whole life him and your dad were best friends sense high school so he was family.
So you began the cross country road trip to get there and it was fun and you finally felt independent.
Maybe it was cheesy and it sounded like one of those up and coming teenage movies but it’s something you needed to do.
After dropping out of college and a couple of failed relationships it was time for you to move on.
Go somewhere where no one knew who you were and that you could get your stuff together and figure out what you wanted to do with your life. Maybe even decide to go to school.
It had been a few months since I had moved down here and it was going better than expected. You had decided to start school and take some classes just to see how it would go.
You would have Sunday dinner at Bobby and Athena’s every night. You also had begun to see someone new. Buck he worked at the station with uncle and the two of you were keeping things private.
You didn’t know where it was going and besides, your uncle was very protective. The two of you meant at the firehouse and right when you were about to leave Buck ran down and asked you out.
Everyone in the firehouse knew something was up with Buck though. He was in such a good mood lately and he seemed like his spirits had been lifted up too.
But Buck’s mood wasn’t the only one that was better. Your Uncle noticed something different in your behaviors as well so his radar was definitely up too.
One day you had dropped by the firehouse to take your Uncle his phone charger that he had left at home.
Which he noticed you were way to eager to go out of your way to bring him such a small thing.
When you got to the firehouse Buck ran down to see you and gave you a hug
“Hey what are you doing here you miss me”? He asked cockily.
“Nah I’m good without you” you said playfully back
“Ouch that hurt” he said grabbing his chest and that made the both of you laugh.
Bobby had walked out of the kitchen and looked down and seen the two of you close. He laughed to himself. You two were so clueless that this little secret wasn’t such a secret.
Both of you were laughing and Buck was touching your arm. Bobby walked over to the rest of the 118 who were in the kitchen eating.
“So are we going to tell them we know or let them keep going.” Bobby asked
“Oh let’s definitely embarrass them.” Hen said
So the whole table got up and walked down the stairs and neither of you two noticed.
“What the hell is going on here? What are you doing with my niece.” Bobby yelled his voice booming through the house.
You and Buck had had nearly jumped out of your skins and your heart started pounding.
“What are you talking about.” Buck asked
“Do I look stupid to you? Why the hell would you disrespect me by going out with my own Niece and don’t even deny it” Bobby yelled out
Buck just sat there with a confused look on his face. You also sat there deciding if you should say something or just leave it alone.
Next thing you know everyone even Bobby started laughing so hard. You and Buck just looked at each other not knowing what the hell was going on.
After he calmed down Bobby spoke up
“I’m kidding You think you two could keep this from me”.? Bobby said in between laughing fits.
“Wait you knew how’? You asked
“It’s my job to know and you two weren’t good at keeping it a secret.” Bobby said
The crowd began to break up after everyone had made fun of the two of you. You turned to Buck and said
“At least everyone knows now. We don’t gotta hide.” you said
“Yeah I know but sneaking around is kind of hot.” Buck said
Which made you hit his arm and walk away
“I’m leaving now” You announced loudly
Everyone yelled bye at you and Buck went upstairs
It was a good thing you left anyways because a few minutes later the bells went off and Bobby turned to Buck and yelled
‘Let’s go romeo your doing grunt work payback for dating my niece.” Bobby said
Buck rolled his eyes and laughed. Maybe it was better for his sake to keep it quiet, he thought to himself.
#evan buckley#evan buck buckley#evan buckely x reader#evan buckely oneshot#evan buckley imagine#bobby nash#hen wilson#howie chimney han#Eddie Diaz#911#911 on fox#911 x reader#911 imagine
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oh if we’re doing karlnapity fic recs, here are some of my favorites!
You’re Dead by Anonymous
“So, what, Dream made a deal with a demon and got possessed?” Quackity asks.
The notion should be laughable. Sapnap should be able to laugh it off. But something just…
“Couldn’t we just break the deal, then?” Karl asks. “Wouldn’t that get the demon to leave?”
“So… exorcism,” Quackity settles on. He shrugs. “It’s what we decided on first. We just need to figure out how to do it.”
“And we need to figure out how to get Dream in the pentagram or whatever,” Sapnap adds. “He’s not stupid. He’ll see I’m a vampire and’ll just kill me. And then he’ll kill Quackity for killing me.”
Karl sneers, eyes darkening, literally, their glow darkening to a normal, human level. “He can try.”
Vampire hunter Sapnap wakes up a vampire, which is somehow the least of his problems. Because besides having to deal with his accidental piece of shit sire, Quackity, and Quackity’s wacky, yet lovable, eldritch horror not-boyfriend Karl, Sapnap has to deal with the highs and lows of undeath and his best friend being possessed by a demon. Shit sucks! (Pun not fucking intended, thank you very much.)
Bury Me Beneath the Golden Sage by Anonymous
“Karl, did you steal a dude?” Sapnap teasingly asks.
Well, uh, maybe, but he doesn’t need to know that. Not unless it’s important, and maybe it will be important at some point. There are many concerning things about Quackity, not the least of which being him apparently being sent to Kinoko to kill the gods damned king, and that will probably require Sapnap’s attention at some point. But now? Nah.
“Mmmmaybe,” Karl hums.
Karl is King George’s official court mage, and that’s fine and all. He’s got a hot boyfriend already, and he gets a pretty hefty paycheck once a month, and that’s all pretty cool. And then he breaks a guy out of the dungeons who wasn’t supposed to be there, and his life gets much more complicated.
Rotten to the Core by Anonymous
“Nice trick,” Quackity coolly says, desperately trying to sound braver than he feels.
Schlatt preens under the praise, mood flipped, neck craning slightly. “I know. It ain’t mine, though, I’m just borrowing it. Hey, lemme ask you something, kid, do you always dream of your ex-boyfriend like this? Kinda creepy if you ask me.”
Again, yeah, no, this definitely isn’t Schlatt. If Quackity wasn’t sure that something was up, this would solidify it. Schlatt would get all pissy if Quackity even mentioned thinking about wanting to take a break. Piece of shit. Rot in hell, bastard.
But if this isn’t Schlatt, and this is a dream, then what the fuck is going on? This isn’t Schlatt, but it’s someone in Quackity’s dream or whatever. That can control the dream, unless this is a lucid dream, but Quackity has never been able to do that. Lucid dreaming never works for him; all it does is bring his sleep paralysis demon around to play.
A lot of weird stuff has been happening to Quackity lately, but this might just take the cake.
“What are you?” Quackity hesitantly asks.
“What, can’t you tell?” Schlatt innocently asks. His head lolls slightly as a Cheshire smile creeps across his face, uncanny and far too wide for a human face. “I’m a god, and you’re fucked, kid.”
Quackity crashes his car into a tree and finds out he’s a demigod in the span of a very confusing 72 hours. Less than a day later, he’s back on the road playing chauffer to a kid named Sapnap as he quests his way down to South Carolina. The Apple of Discord is on the loose, and so is its mistress, and that shit ain’t gonna fly, not on Athena’s watch. And this is fine and all, really, but how does this weird hitchhiking mortal fit into this?
#a.d.'s fics i suppose.#a.d.'s fics i suppose#fic recs!#i laughed doing this lol#anyway this is my sexy-ass fic list follow for more hashtag poggers
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Hi! same anon who asked for more tkc aus here. I’d like to hear more about that tkc-gang-as-demigods au you put in the tags?
Oh hell yeah.
Okay, so first order of business: The general TKC cast doesn't have easy counterparts to certain characters in the PJO 'verse (Mostly because the primary antagonist is much more akin to the Sith and Dark Side of the Force in Star Wars than, well, Luke). As such, certain PJO characters are gonna get name-dropped. Not many, though.
Anyway, here goes:
-There are, like, five different ways you can take Carter and Sadie, considering we get multiple sibling pairs in PJO/HoO, but here, they're modern-day children of Hades.
(But Ryn, you say, isn't Carter obviously a Roman demigod? And no, I respond. Carter is, at heart, just as much of a chaotic loon as Sadie)
-I kinda fiddled with keeping Julius around but couldn't quite crack it (Maybe if I expand this into a fic) so we're just merging the two and saying Hades' default appearance is basically Julius and his personality is a bit more Julius-like here.
-Carter's the eventual half-blood of the prophecy, but it's absolutely a recurring Thing where people try to get Sadie on their side by promising to kill Carter for her. This does not end well for those people.
-Sadie can summon a mean skeleton army.
-The two of them are raised separately--Carter by Amos, Sadie by the Fausts--until they're both brought to Camp Half-Blood when the Master Bolt is stolen by Luke, "for their own protection." Amos gets a similar treatment to Sally, Sadie takes on a Fury, and Carter fights the Minotaur.
-Unsurprisingly, these two are the prime suspects--doubly so considering their dad, is, well. Walt Stone is a twelve-year-old son of Athena and legacy of Thanatos who comes with them when they decide to go questing.
(I considered making Walt a son of Hephaestus, but it's a cleaner fusion this way for down the road)
(And yes, there is a half-serious idea for a satyr nicknamed Muffin here)
-If nothing else, I think that, objectively, The Quest To Punch Our Dad In The Face And Save The World is really funny, especially since Walt's automatically falling back into a long-suffering straight man role, and no, Sadie is totally not paying attention to his pretty brown eyes.
-Also, yeah, Carter is already fourteen, like in the trilogy, which makes this just. . .Olympus has cornered the market on painkillers, man.
-So they save the world, get Amos back, Sadie is pointedly Not Impressed by Hades, while Carter is left angsting over the whole Destroy Or Save The World thing, which is so fun when you have his control issues.
-After their equivalent of TLT. . .they really kinda go their own ways from canon? Carter's already much closer to Doomsday than Percy starts off, and he and Sadie are going to get into different kinds of trouble.
-Oh, yeah, running thing about how it's generally assumed that Sadie, who will insult Hades to anyone and everyone's face given half an opportunity, is much more amenable to joining Luke, when, really, it's Carter and his idealism and similar determination to Annabeth's to build something better.
-Walt is not an Annabeth counterpart; no special relationship with Luke. He does have the whole stick thing going on, though.
-Hmmm. Pretty sure Sadie gets kidnapped at one point because I like torturing Carter, she and Luke get on suspiciously well, but she's decidedly anti-having the guy who ate his own kids rule the world.
-Anyway, they eventually save the world via Great Prophecy, Jaz gets Luke the Knife to stab himself, the day is saved.
(Jaz is the closest thing we've got to a Thalia analog here; daughter of Poseidon who Luke grew attached to in a little sister-type deal, got pine tree'd and shortly de-pine tree'd. Does not join the Hunt; she's a bit younger than Carter here. I don't think Carter needs that push here to take on the weight of the world)
-The two of them live at camp year-round. Things are a bit spotty in my notes after that, but here's what I've got left:
-Zia's a daughter of Jupiter and the praetor of Camp Jupiter, I think. Carter eventually gets kidnapped and left amnesiac, and is still just as much of a smitten dorkface over her as he is in TKC canon.
-He's exchanged with. . .fuck it, Zia's little brother is Jason in this universe, she deserves family who hasn't been horribly murdered. He makes friends with the resurrected daughter of Hekate, Cleo.
-Setne is our Octavian counterpart in that here, he's a smarmy teenage officer whom Carter wouldn't mind repeatedly stabbing in the face, who, uh, may or may not be a dead ghost in disguise sent by Gaea.
-Felix is a son of Khione, because I do not have it in me to deprive him of his penguins. He summons them. Chiron hates them. Monsters are traumatized by bloodthirsty giant snow birds. The author has a good time.
-Alyssa is the Demeter cabin's counselor, Julian is That One Son Of Ares That Clarisse Swears Is Going To Fulfill His Potential Any Day Now Or So Help Her.
-Emma and Liz are co-counselors of the Hermes cabin; I absolutely put nothing past the two girls who were immediately on board with Sadie fighting gods through the Tube, and running after their best friend in highly impractical footwear.
(Rachel lives next to Brooklyn House canonically so we can still say she's the Oracle)
-Anyway, I dunno how I'd make Heroes of Olympus work without grafting in half the Greek/Roman cast after the fact (Which could work, considering the likes of Drew do still show up in TKC). Why are there seven main characters. Why.
Can't leave this without also saying that Carter does have a very strange encounter across the river, with a pair of staff-wielding teenagers his own age named Percy and Bianca. . .
#i got an ask!#tkc#the kane chronicles#pjo#carter kane#sadie kane#zia rashid#walt stone#jasmine anderson#the biggest problem with fixing this up is the egyptian gods get SO much screentime in tkc#also the greek corner has ten books and many more characters#but this is still fun to mess with
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Let’s take “birth day” literally and have pregnant Buck go into labor someplace really dumb and/or inconvenient.
It's the hormones, Buck would like to say in his defense, but honestly, the omega would have done it even if he weren't nearly nine months pregnant....
The doctor's told him some light exercise will help, even with his due date being so close now, and so after picking Christopher up from school they'd decided to take a nice stroll in the park.
And it would have been nice if some asshole hadn't put his hands on his kid on the goddamn playground of all places! One minute Buck had been struggling to get up off the bench to see why it looked as though Christopher was in a seemingly heated argument over something or the other, with another little boy around his age, and the next said boy's mother was shoving Christopher away with a sharply pointed nail, poking at his shoulder and shouting obscenities.
And Buck was there in a flash, putting himself between Christopher and the woman and telling her to back off. "You don't touch someone else's kid like that, lady. If you have a problem, you come find me."
The woman looks flustered for a moment before raising her voice again, yelling about how she had barely even touched the eight year old, and about how maybe he shouldn't bring his son around other kids if he couldn't learn to play nice. "If you taught that boy some manners we wouldn't even be here right now!"
Buck knows he should have let it go, knows they were causing a huge and unnecessary scene, and this? This next part he totally blames on the hormones. "If your parents had taught you some manners and common sense we wouldn't be here right now!"
And that had only served to escalate the situation to the point where police had actually been called and arrived on the scene--and apparently the woman had been very convincing when she'd burst into tears and told the cops that Buck had threatened her with violence.
Which is how Buck ends up in a jailcell on a sunny Friday afternoon, waiting for Eddie to come and bail him out and worrying frantically about Christopher, who last he saw, as they'd cuffed him and put him into the back of their vehicle, was currently in the custody of a child services worker.
Buck puts his head in his hands and groans, beyond stressed. Not only is this humiliating as all hell, but his alpha is probably going to kill him for letting this shit happen. He should have ignored the woman and walked away with Christopher in tow. Instead, he'd made it worse and gotten arrested for an assault he hadn't even committed. "Jesus Christ."
"Buckley? Evan Buckley?" An officer calls out; he's older, maybe mid fifties, with a faint Southern drawl.
Buck raises his head. He'd only called Eddie fifteen minutes ago, was he really here that quickly? "Uh, yeah, that's me." he says.
"You're free to go; luckily a bunch of witnesses came forward with the same story--you weren't the aggressor here, son. Now c'mon, your kid's waiting for you right outside."
"Oh thank God." he breaths out, immeasurably relieved. But when he attempts to stand up Buck lets out a hiss and doubles over, face contorting in pain.
The officers eyes go wide and he rushes to open the cell, which is nearly empty, thankfully, except for Buck and a slumbering man in the corner, arrested that morning for public intoxication. "Whoa, whoa," the man's eyes go even wider, if possible, when he realizes what's happening. "Shoot, I think your water just broke, young man."
Buck shakes his head, even though the proof is on the bench and soaking his jeans through and through. He whines as the contraction continues, huffing and puffing. "H-hospital. Please." He pleads.
There is no way he's having this baby while still technically in custody at a police station. Hell, they're in a jailcell, for shit's sake. He'd rather give birth like a total cliché and in the back of a yellow taxi!
"I'm gonna have 'em call you an ambulance, but let's get you outta here first." the officer tries to help Buck stand but another contraction hits, this one harder and more agonizing than the last and Buck cries out, his knees buckling under him.
The officer manages to hold him aloft just long enough to reposition him on the floor as Buck pants and tries not to lose it. The contractions are way too close...
The officer radios his men and calls for help. "Need help in the holding cell on floor 2B, we've got a custodial here who's gone into labor. Urgent request for help in holding cell 2B."
Buck can't help but let out a sob--it's even worse than he'd imagined--he's going to end up giving birth inside a jailcell five feet away from some guy who smells like tequila and regret. Alone.
"What the hell is going on in--Buck?!"
Buck sniffles as he turns his head towards the door, where Athena is standing, mouth agape at the chaotic scene before her. "Athena!" he cries, reaching out for her, needy as can be and not giving a damn.
Athena doesn't waste any time, dropping to her knees beside him, letting him rest his head on her lap. She sooths back his curly locks, now sweaty, and look at the officer, asking sharply, "What happened?"
"He was being released when he went into labor--must be from the stress of the situation. Tried to get him up, but that baby's comin' and soon." he informs her, grimacing when Buck whines in pain as another contraction follows his statement, as if to prove the mans words true.
"Eddie," Buck clenches his teeth, tries to stifle another groans. "Need Eddie."
"He's right outside," Athena tells him, reassuringly. She nods at the officer. "Reyes, get me Eddie Diaz, he's a medic and he should be waiting down on the first floor for us. Hurry!"
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Eddie's at the grocery store picking stuff up for dinner tonight when he gets the unexpected call. He almost doesn't answer it, when he sees it's from an unfamiliar number, thinking it's spam, but something nags at him to take the call.
"Hello?"
"Hey..."
It's Buck. And he sounds upset.
"Buck? What's going on? Everything alright? Who's phone are you using?"
He can hear Buck gulp from the other end of the line. "I've been arrested. I need you to come bail me out and get Christopher out of police custody." he says, all in one rushed statement, like he'd ripping off a band aid.
"Wha--I'm sorry, what? Did you say you're in jail? And Christopher's with the police? What the hell is going on?" Eddie's not proud of the way he raises his voice, especially not in the fruit aisle, where a mother with her toddler gives him a dirty look on her way past, but he's so shocked and panicked he can't stop himself from blurting out, "Buck, what the fuck happened? You were picking Christopher up from school today! Where does jail fit into this?!"
"Eddie, I'm sorry." Buck sighs. "I swear I'll explain everything when you get here, but I don't have a lot of time left on this call and I'm kind of freaking out right now. Please, can you just--"
"Of course, yeah, sorry, I'm on my way, give me like twenty minutes, ok? I'm across town."
"Thank you." the line cuts off abruptly and Eddie's left to ponder what could possibly have happened to have led up to his almost nine months pregnant husband being arrested as he abandons his cart and runs out into the parking lot.
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Eddie nearly gets arrested himself, with the way he's speeding down the highway before turning onto the main road and parking right in front of the station, where only police vehicles are allowed.
The alpha finds his kid with a social worker, happily munching on a donut. “Chris!?” Eddie runs over and engulfs his son in a suffocating hug. “Are you ok? What happened?”
Christopher pulls away slightly, nodding. “I’m ok. Bucky got in trouble ‘cause the lady at the park lied. Officer Reyes said he’s gonna bring him out soon.”
The social worker explains the whole story to Eddie, “Thankfully there were a lot of witnesses who corroborated the events. Your husband should be out in a few minutes; it was all just an awful misunderstanding. The woman at the park is in custody right now for giving the police a false accusation and wasting everybody’s time.”
Eddie’s shoulders slump in relief and he practically falls into a chair nearby, pulling Christopher onto his lap and holding him tight around the middle. “Is he ok? Buck is pregnant. He’s due in two weeks.”
The social worker gives him a sympathetic look. “I’m sure he’s in good hands. Officer Reyes will have him out here in a couple of minutes.”
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After a couple of minutes turns to five, turns to ten, Eddie starts to get angsty. Which is why it’s a good thing, when he happens to spot Athena rounding the corner and into the station. He calls over to her and she furrows her brows in concern before making her way across to them.
“Eddie? Christopher? What’s going on?”
“It’s a long story.” Eddie sighs, “But Buck is being held in a cell right now, they said an officer Reyes was supposed to bring him down here, that he was free to go, but that was forever ago,” he exaggerates. “Can you please find out what’s taking so long?”
“Of course.”
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Buck sobs openly when his alpha enters the room, “Eddie!” he calls out desperately.
Athena holds Buck close and looks up. “He’s in labor. Contractions are less than a minute apart. He needs to start pushing.”
Eddie doesn’t hesitate, though his brain feels like it’s about to short circuit if even one more insane thing happens within these twenty four hours. He drops between Buck’s knees and reaches out to squeeze his hand. “Hey, I’m here, I’m here, you’ve got this, ok? Cause I’ve got you.”
“I’m scared.” Buck admits, tears sliding down face, and he’s shaking like a leaf, terrified that something will go wrong. “I don’t--” he groans pitifully against another contraction. “Don’t wanna have her in here.”
“I know baby, I know, but she’s coming now, Buck. She’s not gonna wait for us to make it to a hospital. She’s impatient,” Eddie kisses his hand, squeezing again, comfortingly. “Just like you.”
Buck huffs. “No, like you. Y-you never wait for your soup to cool down.”
“My Tia’s sopa is worth the burnt tongue.” Eddie plays along, trying to distract him from the pain. “Baby, I need you to push, ok? I know this isn’t how we pictured any of this, but it’s time.”
Buck nods through the tears and steels himself.
“Good, good, now push, c’mon, you can do this. I’m right here.”
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“You look handsome in your mugshot.” Eddie tells Buck, staring at the photo he asked Athena to send him on his phone.
Buck glares at the alpha. “Funny.”
Eddie leans down to kiss the frown off his face. “Sorry, too soon?”
Buck turns the other way in bed with an annoyed huff. “You’re on baby night duty for the rest of the week.” he shuts the lamp light off and then the room is dim with just the moon peaking in through their blinds.
“Hey,” Eddie sits up, tilting his head. It’s been over a month since the incident, and sure, it hadn’t been pleasant, but Buck and their baby had made it through just fine, health intact, and in the hospital Buck hadn’t seemed too phased after the ordeal, mostly content with Christopher and the baby curled up against and on him. “That was a stupid joke, I’m sorry.”
Buck gulps. He’s being way too sensitive about this. Everything turned out alright and shortly after the whole thing had passed Chimney had even teased him that of course only Buck would have bad enough luck to end up giving birth in a holding cell. And Buck had laughed it off.
Mostly because he’d been relieved.
And then of course with the new baby the last month has been a whirlwind of constant activity, of making sure all her needs are met, of making sure Christopher’s not feeling neglected, of debating on when he should start thinking about going back to work and--
Eddie’s heart leaps when he hears Buck’s sharp intake of breath. “Buck?”
Buck sits up now, too, swiping miserably at the tears that suddenly won’t stop falling. “Sorry, I--ignore me. I didn’t--” he sniffles. “I haven’t really thought about that day since--everything’s been so busy with--you know?--and--” he cuts himself off with a choked off sob. “It’s the hormones.”
It’s been four weeks now and his hormones from the pregnancy are still driving him every which way and he feels ridiculous right now, crying over something he should have processed a month ago already.
Eddie wraps his arms around Buck and pulls him between his legs and against his chest. “Let it out.” he says. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
Buck curls into Eddie and releases all emotion he hadn’t realized he’d been keeping all pent up inside. The fear, the anguish--Buck lets himself be held, coddled, loved.
It feels good.
After he’s cried for what feels like ages Buck rests the side of his head on Eddie’s shoulder and exhales. “You know Christopher wanted to name her Tuubee?” he murmurs.
Eddie, who’s rubbing up and down his husbands back, pauses a moment. “’Tuubee’?” he repeats.
Buck half smirks against his shoulder. “Two B. The cell where she was born.”
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tell a lil bit more about your Hawke and your Inquisitor 👀👀
HELL YEAH LET'S GOOOO
I kind of uhhhhhhhh went WILD and wrote POSSIBLY TOO MUCH so!
Athena Hawke entered Kirkwall as a cheeky but kind like 20 year old and left Kirkwall as a shell of a person HAHA. She's a warrior, so she had Bethany by her side and they were INCREDIBLY close, so taking her to the Deep Roads and making her a warden (a choice she made in a panic without thinking of what Bethany wanted) genuinely haunted/still haunts her.
She has the...worst case of RBF and people avoid her on the street when in reality mentally she's like "What should I get for dinner. Chicken? No. I had that for lunch." and Varric absolutely ribs on her for it and calls her some variation of grouch/grouchy which she HATES.
She romanced Fenris and it was very much a love at first sight of seeing a mans heart torn out of his chest while Bethany was in the background like "Athena. No. NO." She tried really hard to be Cool About It but it just lead to her like, glaring at Fenris a lot and him being like "...?" because, again, horrible case of RBF. When he left in Act 2 she was like "of course, take all the time you need." and then burst into The Hanged Man 20 minutes later like "VARRRICCCCCCCCCCC" in like, TEARS LMAOOOO. Eventually she and Fenris settle down and she finds a lot of comfort in how blunt he is, and I like to think he finds comfort in the fact that she tries to stay kind despite her life circumstances.
She loves Varric, adores Merrill, and would (and literally nearly did) die for Isabela. She and Anders are very co-workers esque and she thinks Sebastian's a drag HAHA
Athena's big thing is that she thinks Literally Everything is her fault and she could have, should have, done better. It informs a lot of her choices and obviously does not lead to the healthiest of mindsets. She also resents the fuck out of being The Champion because she resents that all of a sudden she is in charge of things and how did this HAPPEN (a common thread in my protags in different ways LMAOOO)
I think post Kirkwall she and Fenris shack up for a minute before they get back out there. I like to think all my protags take vacations after their games LMAOO THEY DESERVE IT. She also cuts her hair because it makes her think of her mom and is still keeping it short by the time Inquisition happens.
By the time Inquisition happens, because I love spice and sadness, she and Fenris are not necessarily broken up but they are a bit strained because of Hawke's tendency to throw herself into things even when they could be deadly, which Fenris would Prefer She Stop Doing.
Also, lil fun fact - Athena has a lot of patience and tries to stick to "no unnecessary murdering" until she snaps and goes wild. She IS a reaver, so. Circe........I do not have favorites, but, hypothetically, if I did, Circe Lavellan may possibly be my favorite.
She has the strongest personality out of her, Hera and Athena which was REAL FUN. She DOES NOT WANT TO BE INQUISITOR which is a very fun journey because by the time Samson tells her something isn't her business, I got really into playing as her and OUT LOUD, IN DISCORD, AS HER, I said "I am the INQUISITOR. EVERYTHING IS MY BUSINESS." When anyone would ask her if she thought she was the herald/believed in Andraste she HARDCORE AVOIDED THE QUESTION, just like she hardcore avoided questions about her intentions for the inquisiton after corypheus. (she did not know and she very much was like "we should be focusing on SAVING THE WORLD FIRST, HOW IS THAT NOT YOUR FIRST PRIORITY)
Circe was..............very popular. The way Cullen was animated made it seem like he had a GIANT CRUSH ON HER which my entire discord had a field day with, because for Circe humans are Always On Strike Two. (at some point there was a scene happening and Circe left the room and Cullen watched and my friend went "I THINK HE JUST CHECKED OUT HER ASS I AM NOT KIDDING") This became funnier when Cullen's plan was what ultimately saved Clan Lavellan because she very much was like "I owe this human man a life debt. I hate it here." Solas took her on that whole fade date and she was like "ahaha yes, FRIEND, FRIEND WHOSE FRIENDSHIP I VALUE," and she and Blackwall had a whole Flirty Thing going on until Bull showed up, which really tells you about what Circe's tastes are LMAOOO.
Circe and Bull are..............they...........mean so much to me..........They very much have a murder pact ("If I go mad"/"If I become an abomination") that they openly joke about to horrify people but ultimately would not if possible/would be in great pain if they had to go through with it! Which is fun! Circe would find comfort in Bull being like, a Thoughts Free Zone for a bit and then she'd be like Unfortunately I Now Have Feelings For This Man. She'd be very embarrassed about it all until she finally fessed up and then they'd be DISGUSTING TOGETHER LMAOOOOO. Just UNBEARABLY CORNY. Also, Circe would absolutely let Bull throw her in battle, and since she's a Knight Enchanter it's all very fun and chaotic.
Side note: Cole is absolutely a little brother to her, she dotes on him like crazy and adores being with him. She gets very defensive of him and spends a good chunk of her free time with him, especially after he becomes human and she can track him down more easily
Circe also would become more and more anxious of losing her personhood, of everything she's done be for nothing, of being remembered as a concept and not a living breathing thing - i'm talking like full on panic attacks, unable to sleep, having to be calmed down about it. - ESPECIALLY after Ameridan. She tries to (somewhat) prioritize joy after that, finally visits Clan Lavellan after avoiding them for literal years (I played Descent and Hakkon after the main game to give the game a better sense of time passing before Tresspasser), ect.
By Tresspasser she is Fed Up, not sleeping, not eating, and also her arm is doing That Whole Thing concerning the fuck out of Bull LMAOOO. The ongoing joke was that Bull had DEFINITELY suggested cutting her arm off at multiple points in time, and when it actually happened it felt very monkey's paw HAHA. She definitely freaks out on Solas and is like oh I gotta KILL THIS GUY!! Also, because it feels relevant, she DID NOT LIKE MORRIGAN and drank from the well.
Also! Playlists. Everyone has a playlist! I use these while drawing to get me in the mindset so they're not in chronological order but here's Hawkes, Circes, and Heras which is the most work in progress since I just finished Origins and need to.....maybe take out the MULTIPLE songs about dying HAHAHA
EDIT: also because I played the games out of order and used the default world states for 2 and inquisition due to some Choices I made during Origins Circe is uhhhhhhh going to have either Fenris try to kill her or Hera and THAT'S GONNA BE FUN FOR HER
#I feel like I'm pulling my wallet out and showing you pictures of my kids while I talk about why they should be in therapy#athena hawke#circe lavellan#ask#not art
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Chapter Three: Kidnapped
Trigger Warning:
There will be kidnapping, blood, mentions of physical and verbal abuse, swearing, some sexual encounters at the end bewteen OC and Cannon Character
Genre
Fluff, Angst, Romance, Drama, Fanfiction
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Ten minutes, the 118 crew arrived at what they thought was a car wreck. Not only did they not know that it was crash dummies in the cars, but they didn't know it was a set up to abduct Cassidy.
While working to get a car door window busted, someone came up behind her covering her mouth. She struggled against the person cutting her hand on broken glass as blood dripped onto the ground. She was injected with a sleeping serum. And her broken necklace fell onto the ground close to her blood splatter.
Buck dragged test dummy out of the car. "Um, guys. These aren't humans. They're test dummies." Chimney and Henrietta were confused too as to why there were crash dummies in the smashed cars.
Bobby looked around. "Cassidy?" He called. "Did anyone see where Cassidy went?" Bobby asked. "Cassidy? Report." He radioed her. Her end came back as static.
"No, I thought she was with you." Eddie said also looking arouund.
Buck happened to look at the ground. He felt his heart sink. "Oh god." He kneeled down picking up a broken necklace and he noticed blood drops. "Bobby?! She's gone! I found blood drops and a broken neckace that she was wearing earlier." Buck radioed to Bobby.
"GODDAMNIT!!!!" Bobby kicked a piece of rock. He dialed Athena's number.
"Bobby? Is Cassidy with you? I tried to call her phone but it went to voicemail." Athena asked after she answered her phone.
"Athena, I think he abducted her. We found some blood drops and her broken necklace where we last saw her. I think this wreck was a set up to kidnap Cassidy. The drivers of the wrecked cars were test dummies."
Athena was quiet for a minute. "I will alert every cop, the FBI, and the SWAT team in California of a kidnapping. Let me call you back." Then she hung up.
~With Cassidy~
She opened her eyes blinking. Her vision was blurry. She saw Tanner, her ex husband who she had a restraing order against, sitting in front of her. She was taped into a chair. Her arms and feet were taped. He stood up with a video camera. "We are going live." He smiled. He began to tape her. "Say hello, Cassidy." He grinned. 'SAY HELLO BITCH!!" He punched her so hard, her jaw popped. She screamed in pain.
~At Station 118~
"Turn the TV on!" Buck yelled.
Everyone watched as Tanner beat the hell out of Cassidy. They stood there feeling helpess until Eddie pointed out the location that the live feed was coming from. "That address belongs to an abandoned motel."
Bobby alerted Athena about the address and she alerted SWAT, FBI, and paramedics. They were going to need all the backup they could get for saving Cassie.
~With Cassidy~
She was on the ground with a broken rib that had ruptured her lung, her right wrist was broken, she had bruises all over her face and arms as well as her legs and stomach. She was bleeding from her nose and lips.
"All units be advised. A wanted domestic abuser has taken a female firefighter of 118 hostage at 247 E Pinewood Road. Abandoned motel. Be advised, victim is injured and in need of medical assistance. Suspect is armed and dangerous. Proceed with caution." Dispatchers radioed the SWAT team, FBI, Athena, LAPD, the LAFD firefighters and paramedics of 118.
Tanner had walked outside to make a call when SWAT, FBI, and the LAPD showed up. "PUT YOUR HANDS UP AND LAY FACE DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW!!!!" The captain of the SWAT team yelled. All guns were directed at Tanner who immediately did as he was told. Once he was in shackles and cuffs, the 118 crew searched all the rooms until they found Cassie. The boys rushed over as well as Henrietta. "BP is dropping, pulse is weak, her oxygen is low. She's lost a lot of blood. We need to get her to the hospital. Let's get an IV put in, start pushing morphine, run a tube down her throat, and get this neck brace put on." Henrietta said. "Possible skull fracture, looks like she has broken ribs which could have ruptured her lung. Her right wrist looks broken. " They slid the back board under her. "On 3. 1 2 3." Bobby said as they lifted her. They got her to the ambulance. Hen turned the sirens on and after Eddie closed the ambulance doors, Hen sped off rushing Cassie to the hospital as she fought for her life. A few times, she went into cardiac arrest but Chim revived her.
~A week and a half later~
Cassidy is sitting up in the hospital bed eating some yogurt. She was healing pretty nicely considering the hell she just went through the week before. Buck came by often, more than the others did. After he told her he was in love with her, it changed her mind about love and she told him she would love to give him a chance.
After Cassidy got released from the hospital a few days later, she was on medical leave until further notice. So she was back at her apartment sitting on her couch curled up against Buck, as the two were making out. He was gentle with her as to not hurt her. Cassie had her hands pressed against Buck's chest as they made out. He pulled away for a moment. "Are you sure you're up for this?" He asked. He didn't want to hurt her. "Buck, I'm alright. I would tell you if you were hurting me." She giggled. He chuckled and scooped her up. He carried her to her bedroom placing her on her bed. He leaned down kissing her again. "I never stopped looking for you. I knew we would find you." He whispered to her with a smile. She touched his face. "My beautiful rescue." She told him.
....To be continued in Chapter 4: Birthday Surprise
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Camp Half-Blood
Pairing: Percy Jackson x Reader
Word Count: 2,472 (oops lol😅😬🤣)
Summary: Some violence, One swear word.
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"Grover?" You called from your bedroom as you fumbled around your room, in search of your lanyard.
"What's up?" He asked making his way to stand outside of your room.
"Have you seen my name tag?" You asked frantically searching.
He chuckled in response. Before you could respond he told you where it was - in its usual place beside the door.
"Oh!" You exclaimed quickly, making your way to the door. Putting it on, you glanced at him.
"What would I do without you?"
"Die probably." He joked, smiling.
"Most likely." You agreed laughing.
"Be safe." He spoke as you were halfway out of the front door.
"Always am!" You replied.
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"This statue is of the Greek goddess Athena." You gestured to the porcelain statue beside you. "Does anyone know what she is the goddess of?"
The group of tourists in front of you, gazed at the statue that you were standing next to. Flashes of light from cameras capturing the statue bounced around the room.
"Y/N." Your co-worker spoke walking toward you. "You have some visitors." He spoke gesturing to the two men behind him.
Frowning you glanced at the group of tourists behind you.
"I'm in the middle of a tour."
"Don't worry." He spoke placing a hand on your bicep. "I'll take over." He winked, before approaching the group.
"Grover?" You asked with a slight smile. "What're you doing here?"
He tugged you in for a hug. "Y/N, you remember Percy?" He spoke as you pulled apart.You nodded your head.
"How could I not?" A giggle fell from your lips. "He's usually at our apartment."
Percy awkwardly gazed at you, unsure of what to do. Scoffing you tugged him into a hug feeling him tense underneath you. Just as you were about to pull away, he wrapped his arms around your waist reciprocating your hug.
Pulling away, you resumed your spot in front of both men. The feeling of nervousness washed over you. Smoothing over your black pencil skirt, you attempted to fidget with your blouse even though it was neatly tucked in underneath your skirt. Your hair cascading over your shoulders. With the height of your heels, you were almost as tall as Percy.
"What're you guys doing here?" You were the first to break the silence.
"How much do you know about your father?" Grover asked in a blunt way.
Frowning, your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
"Not much. Why?"
Both men exchanged a knowing glance.
"Come with us." Grover spoke leading you towards the exit.
"Grover, I can't just leave." You spoke crossing your arms over your chest. "My shift isn't over." Firmly staring at both men.
"Fine." Percy spoke nonchalantly. "We'll stay with you."
"Percy..." You rolled your eyes. "That's not how this works. You can't just stay here while I finish my shift."
"Sure we can." Grover chimed in.
You groaned in frustration.True to their word, Grover and Percy waited in the museum during your shift.
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"Where are we going?" You asked from the back seat, checking your phone.
Neither of them bothered to respond. They were emersed in their conversation that, they frantically bickered back and forth.
Percy slammed on the breaks, causing you to slide forward thankfully your seat belt caught you.
"Black Jack?" You questioned leaning over to look out of the windshield. Both men turned and gazed at you in confusion.
Without another word, you quickly unbuckled and exited the car.
"Y/N!" Grover yelled in panic.
Rolling your eyes, a smile made it's way across your lips as you made your way to Black Jack.
"Hey, Black Jack." You spoke, greeting the horse. His face nuzzled yours as giggles fell from your lips.
"I missed you too, buddy." You replied.
"You...You can understand him?" Grover questioned in shock as he stood beside Percy.
Continuing to pet Black Jack, you glanced at both men. "Well, understand what I think he's saying." You muttered.
Percy and Grover exchanged a knowing look.Black Jack let out an unfamiliar noise, as he shook his head.
Furrowing your brows together you looked at him. "What is it?"
The sound of branches and leafs rustling startled you. Gazing toward the noise, ice coursed through your veins.
"Guys?" You whispered, not daring to remove your focus from the direction of the noise.
"Y/N, get behind us." Grover spoke in a protective manner. Frowning you turned to look at him.
"No." You spoke.
"What do you mean no?" He asked in shock, both men looking at you as their expression was etched with confusion.
Making your way towards the car, you gazed at them over your shoulder.
"Exactly what I said." You muttered.Leaning in the back seat, you began searching for a button you had. Finding it, the middle console of the back seat fell open. Reaching inside, you pulled out two swords. You walked back towards your friends.
"What the hell is that?" Grover questioned.
"Where did you get those?"
"I've had them in my car." You responded nonchalantly.
"In case of an emergency." You handed Percy one of the swords as you, stood in front of them.
"How do you know the thing doesn't have a gun?" Grover asked.
Raising an eyebrow you looked at him.
"Grover." You started, gazing at Percy in the process. "You do realize my job is knowing about Greek Mythology right?"
"What're you saying?" He asked as his eyebrows furrowed together.
"I'm saying." You stated. "That this road is notorious for having 'animal' attacks on it."
"She's right." A female voice spoke behind you. "I'd listen to her if I were you."
Whirling around, you could make out the details of the woman's face.
"Give us the girl." She spoke again.
Percy reached out grabbing your wrist, gently pulling you beside him and Grover.
"No." Grover shot back.
"Give. Us. The girl." Another female spoke joining the first one.
"No." Percy responded this time.
"We won't ask again." They spoke in unison. "He wants her home."
Hearing their words, made you frown. Before you had a chance to process, one of the woman had grown wings landing above you. She had knocked you to the ground, causing your sword to skid out of reach.
"Come with us." She snarled above you. "Come with us and we'll spare your friends."
"Don't do it Y/N!" Grover yelled.
Gazing toward his voice, you then saw Grover standing on his own with fur covering his legs.
"Grover?" You asked in disbelief.
The sound of a horse naying, could be heard. Black jack, kicked the winged woman off of you, allowing you to get to your feet and grab your sword.
"She's a feisty one." The other woman taunted. "This'll be fun."
She flew at you attempting to knock you down. A strong arm wrapped around your waist yanking you in the direction of their body. Colliding with a broad chest, the smell of sea salt filled your senses.
"Are you okay?" Percy's husky voice asked full of concern.
Gazing at him, the close proximity causing heat to rise in your cheeks, as his piercing blue eyes bore into y/e/c.
Nodding you placed a hand on his chest, gently pushing yourself away. Percy was quickly yanked away from you, as one of the women ripped him away. Raising your sword, you sung it coming in contact with arm. She let out a shrill scream. The sound was something that you had never heard before.
"Percy!" Grover yelled.
Swinging your sword, you were able to defend yourself against the woman attempting to advance at you. Her claws came in contact with your cheek, causing pain to course through your body. Hitting her with your sword, she let out the same shrill scream as the other woman had.
"Get her to camp!"
Nodding Percy wrapped an arm around your waist, yanking you to him. Your back collided with his chest. Lifting you onto Blackjack, you were quickly flown through the forest. Blackjack let out a sound of agony, as he collided with the ground causing you and Percy to tumble onto the ground.
Groaning your side had a harsh impact with a large rock as you fell to the ground. One of the women had followed you into the forest flying after Blackjack.
"You didn't think we would let you get away that easy did you?" She sneered.
Crawling backwards, you gaped at the woman flying above you.
"Percy?" You asked panic evident in your voice.
When you didn't get a response, you frantically looked around until your gaze fell on him. He had hit his head on a large rock, causing him to be out cold.
"It's just you and me now girl." She taunted. "You can't even work a sword. How do you expect to save your friends?"
Flying down, she attempted to attack you. Rolling out of the way, you had successfully dodged her attack. Exhaustion began setting in, as your chest rose and fell at a rapid pace.
Percy let out a low groan, as he became conscious again.
"Leave her alone!" He yelled stumbling to his feet.
"Who's going to make me?" She continued to taunt him. "Surely not you."
Before you could think, you lifted your hand preventing the winged woman from furthering her attack on Percy. Turning her attention back towards you, she stared at you with confusion.
"I am." You spoke with confidence, rising to your feet.
Grover rushed over to where you and Percy were fighting the last winged woman. Both men stared at you with a confused expression.
The woman cackled, turning towards you she attempted to lunge at you. Blocking her actions, you lifted your other hand allowing you to hold her still. Your eyes grew heavy, as you let the anger you had race through your veins.She continued to attempt her movements, but you were able to block them. Before you could think you had turned her to dust.Falling to your knees, your hands shot out in front of you holding you up as you leaned forward. Your chest was rising and falling faster than before, as you gasped for air.
"Y/N..." Grover muttered kneeling beside you, as he rubbed your back attempting to comfort you. "What...." His voice trailing off not processing what he saw.
"My mother." You gasped out. "Is a witch."
Pushing off of the ground Grover and Percy helped you to your feet. Percy had wrapped an arm around your waist helping you walk through the forest. Wincing in pain, silence fell over the group. There was a sudden entrance in the middle of the forest.
Looking at the arch, it was written in greek. Frowning your gaze dropped to the ground in front of you realizing you couldn't read it. Gazing at the arch again you were able to read it. 'Camp Half-Blood.' it read.The sound of a whining filled the air.
"Wait." You stopped stepping away from both men.
"What?" Grover asked in panic.
"Blackjack!" You yelled running toward the horse laying on it's side, in pain.
"It'll be okay. You're okay." You whispered.
"Y/N..." Grover began. "There's nothing you can do."
Looking over your shoulder you shot them a confused look.
Lifting your hands, placing them palm down, you focused as a glow began shining. You began healing Blackjack. Exhaustion set in, as your eyes grew heavier and heavier. Not being able to fight it off any longer, you fell to the ground with a thud. The last thing you remembered was Percy yelling you name, before his strong arms lifted you up.
Groaning, you opened your eyes. Blinking you looked at the ceiling. Flashbacks of the fight, filled your mind. It felt like a weird dream. Attempting to sit up, a sharp pain shot through your side.
"Woah, woah." A husky voice sounded as they helped you to sit up.
"Thank you." You muttered.
Looking up to see who helped you, y/e/c was met with the blue ones.
"Percy?"
"Hey." He smiled, sitting back in his chair beside your bed. "Thanks for...Uhm..Saving me."
A light pink tint danced along his cheeks.
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"Y/N!" One of the campers called. "Come on we're going to be late for dinner!" Giggling you nodded your head. It had been a long few months at camp. Percy and Grover had taught you extensively how to fight using a sword.
At some point during the summer, Percy had begun spending more and more time with you. He had quickly become your best friend besides Grover.
You still hadn't been claimed by your godly parent yet. You had tried to shake the sad feeling that came along with it. Walking into the pavilion, you were greeted by your fellow campers. Everyone was friendly towards you and went to you for advice. Most of the girls did anyway, while most of the guys went to Percy for advice. It was no secret that almost all the girls had a crush on Percy. You didn't blame them, he was one of the most attractive guys you had seen, even in the human world.
Since you hadn't been claimed yet, you slept in the Hermes cabin for the time being. Usually, during meals, you bounced around sitting at different tables.Today you opted to sit with your friends.
"Y/N!" Grover exclaimed happily, pulling you in for a hug before sitting down. "I've missed you."
Giggling you smiled. "I missed you too Grover."
"Hey!" Percy pouted, sticking his bottom lip out.
Rolling your eyes, you chuckled. "I saw you all day."
"So."
"I missed you too Percy."
"You better."
"Are you two done flirting?" Grover interrupted irritation evident in his voice. "Some of us would like to eat."
His reaction caused you to burst into laughter making Percy and Grover laugh too. Wiping a few tears from your eyes, you caught your breath.Since becoming close friends with Percy, your feelings you had developed for him in the human world, began bubbling up.
Standing up, you were attempting to get something to drink. Silence fell upon the pavilion, as you the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Glancing up, everyones eyes were on you. Looking around, you furrowed your eyebrows together in confusion. Turning toward Percy and Grover, they gazed at you with shock.
Looking upward, you were able to catch a luminated symbol above you. You could feel the color drain from your face as the realization dawned on you. It was one of the 'Big Three.'
Hades.
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Buddie Week, Day Six: All We Know is Touch and Go
Eddie reaches over, forcing one of Buck’s hands out of his hair, wrapping it in both of his own. “We have to believe they're going to be okay.”
“But what if they’re not? Did I tell them I loved them before we left? Do they know we love them? Did I hug them enough? Did I-”
“Buck, just breathe, okay? Stop inviting trouble until we know more.”
“They’re back there all alone, Eddie. Our boys are alone,” Buck murmurs, turning to his husband, and he’s broken, eyes sad, and there are tears brimming, ready to be unleashed. “What if-”
Eddie shakes his head. “We’re not ‘what if’-ing this, Buck. We can’t. We hope for the best, and we wait for the doctor.” He kisses the back of Buck’s hand, and Buck lets out a breath, trying to center himself.
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Prompt: “Just breathe, okay?” + hurt/comfort
Notes: Title is from State of Grace by Taylor Swift. You can find the other stories in this ‘verse here��and probably should read at least a few of them to know who the OMC is in this fic. Also: we are practicing suspension of disbelief and general magical handwaving over all the medical inaccuracies that are in here because a doctor/healthcare provider I am most certainly not.
And someone please let me know if Google Translate failed me anywhere.
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They were just going to get ice cream.
It’s all Nate can focus on: they were just going to get ice cream, and Eddie and Buck are going to kill him, because now the truck is pressed against the concrete median of the highway, other crashed cars around them, and his blood’s splattering onto the seats and Chris won’t wake up. Would they send him back?
They wouldn’t do that, would they? They...no, you know they love you, and this won’t change that.
But he’s gotten Chris hurt.
Fuck. Just fuck.
He really likes his family.
He doesn’t want to go anywhere.
“N...Nate?” Chris whimpers, and he gasps, turning too quickly to look at his brother, and pain explodes in his head.
“Shit, shit, shit shit shit,” he breathes out, waiting for the pain to settle into something more manageable, so at least he can see. When he finally attempts to open his eyes again (and God, it hurts, but he has to check on his brother), Chris is watching him, worried, his right cheek red, bruising, a lazily bleeding laceration on his cheekbone. His glasses are gone, and there are more cuts peppering his face. There’s melted ice cream on his face (“I don’t see how you can eat that while I’m driving,” Nate had been complaining, just before the crash, and Chris had given him the biggest shit-eating grin as he took another huge bite of his mint chocolate chip), but for the most part, he looks okay.
Nate still can’t help but breathe out, “Buck and Eddie are going to kill me.”
Chris frowns, reaching over with an unsteady, shaky hand. “Did...did something hit your head?”
“What?”
“You’re talking nonsense, Nate. Did you hit your head?”
“I got you hurt.”
Chris’ frown deepens. “No, you didn’t. A car hit us. You’re bleeding.”
“I know. I’m getting blood all over-”
Pain explodes again as sirens cut through the air, and this time, thankfully everything fades to black.
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“They’re going to be just fine, Buck,” Eddie whispers. They’ve been waiting for a doctor for a few minutes, and honestly, they probably both look a mess, still in their uniforms, halfway through a shift and just getting back from a rather disgusting run when Athena called, and now Buck is sitting in a hard plastic chair, hunched over, hands clenching into his hair, foot tapping over and over and over, and through his own worry, it makes Eddie hurt. “We’re here now, and they’re going to be fine.”
He reaches over, forcing one of Buck’s hands out of his hair, wrapping it in both of his own. “We have to believe they're going to be okay.”
“But what if they’re not? Did I tell them I loved them before we left? Do they know we love them? Did I hug them enough? Did I-”
“Buck, just breathe, okay? Stop inviting trouble until we know more.”
“They’re back there all alone, Eddie. Our boys are alone,” Buck murmurs, turning to his husband, and he’s broken, eyes sad, and there are tears brimming, ready to be unleashed. “What if-”
Eddie shakes his head. “We’re not ‘what if’-ing this, Buck. We can’t. We hope for the best, and we wait for the doctor.” He kisses the back of Buck’s hand, and Buck lets out a breath, trying to center himself.
“Is this what it was like? When Chris had to have surgeries when he was younger?”
“Every time,” Eddie answers. “We would be waiting, me, Shannon, Mom and Dad the one time I was gone-” he flinches here, and Buck squeezes his hand. “That one was the hardest, and I don’t think I”ll ever forgive myself for being gone. So yeah, the uncertainty and the worry and the fear...it’s always there, but now, now I have to believe it’s going to be okay. I have to, and you have to, even though we’re scared shitless.”
“I couldn’t imagine not having you here to share the weight,” Buck murmurs. “I’m really glad we’re here together. It makes it so much easier to bear.”
They don’t have to wait much longer, thank god, because Eddie’s about to press against Buck’s knee to settle his leg, and they both stand when the doctor calls about Chris. “He’s okay?” Buck asks before the doctor even has a chance to give them her name, but she smiles at him, nodding.
“Christopher is going to be okay. He has a mild concussion, some cuts and bruises on his face, and he’s going to be very sore for the next few days, but nothing permanent, and nothing overly serious. Oh, and I’m Dr. Rodriguez. It’s nice to meet you both. Which one is ‘Dad’ and which one is ‘Buck’ because I’ve heard a multitude of compliments about both and still don’t know which one is which.”
Eddie likes her immediately.
Chris is still in a bed in the ER, and he smiles widely as the curtain opens. “Dad!” he cries happily, and Eddie’s heart tightens as he wraps his son in a hug, as gentle as possible. He feels Buck hug them both tight, and their world is a little more right. “Dad, lemme go! I’m okay!”
“Mijo, you were in a car accident; let me hug you a little longer, hmm?” he whispers, pressing a kiss into Chris’ bedraggled curls.
“Yeah, Chris, let us baby you a little longer,” Buck adds, and Chris huffs, but puts up with a hug for another minute or two before he starts shifting, uncomfortable enough that they both let him go. “You’ve got a hell of cut there, kiddo.” His hand is shaking when he touches Chris’ cheek, just barely, pulling back when Chris flinches. “Sorry about that. I’m just worried.”
“I’m okay, really. My head hurts a lot, but the doctor said I shook my brain a little and it’s going to take a few days until I feel back to normal, And I’m pretty sure my morning exercises aren’t happening for a few days.”
Eddie can’t help his smile. “I think you’ll be okay if you skip them for a few days.”
“Have you...have you guys seen Nate yet? Is he okay? He was talking nonsense in the truck-”
“The doctors are still working on him,” Eddie says, careful with his words; Dr. Rodriguez said there was another doctor working on Nate, that he’d come find them as soon as he got a free moment. “But they’ll come get us soon, I’m sure.”
“Dad, he said something about you guys hating him, because I got hurt. But he got hurt, too! Can you...this wasn’t his fault. He didn’t do anything wrong. I begged for ice cream, and we’d just gone to get some-”
“Superman, neither of you did anything wrong; it was an accident, and they happen,” Buck interrupts, running his hand through Chris’ hair. “No one’s angry at either of you; your dad and I were so scared about both of you, scared that we wouldn’t get the chance to tell you again how much we love you and what amazing men you are both growing up to be. You can ask your dad-I was a mess out there waiting.”
“He really was,” Eddie confirms, grinning when Buck and Chris roll their eyes. “I mean it, Chris! He’s dramatic.”
Chris laughs, and Buck gasps at him, eyes wide. “Christopher! I thought we were buddies!”
When a nurse comes to grab one of them to talk to Nate’s doctor, Eddie goes, Buck having settled half on Chris’ bed, their son drowsy against his shoulder. “I’ll hold down the fort here,” he whispers as Eddie gives him a kiss.
“He was unconscious when the paramedics got to him,” the doctor explains, “but he woke up here, agitated and worried. We gave him something to keep him calm so we could examine him, so he’s going to be a touch out of it. He’s got a concussion, and there’s a nasty cut on his hairline from where his head hit the window. His side of the vehicle impacted the median of the road, and it caused damage to the left side of his body. He has a couple of fractured ribs, he’s got bruising from the airbag, whiplash, but most concerning, there’s damage to his spleen that we need to watch, but the CT confirmed it wasn’t as major as I first feared.”
“Do you want to admit him?”
“I would like to keep him overnight, especially with his concussion and to keep an eye on his spleen. We’re waiting to get him transferred to the children’s floor, hopefully it shouldn’t be too much longer. You can wait with him until they come to get him.”
Eddie thanks the man, opening the curtain as quietly as possible, and Nate...Nate’s watching him apprehensively, tracking him as he moves, suspicious. The laceration on his forehead really is nasty, large and circled in darkening bruises. There are smaller cuts peppered down his cheek and neck before disappearing under his gown, and his left eye is nearly swollen shut.
He looks awful, but he’s alive, and really, that’s all that matters to Eddie.
“Hey, mijo,” he murmurs, heart clenching when he sees Nate’s bottom lip wobbling. “Jesus, kiddo, you gave us quite the scare.”
“I didn’t-” his voice is soft, hoarse, and he winces, swallowing once. “I didn’t mean to get Chris hurt. Please don’t send me back. I’ll do whatever I have to to stay.”
“Nathan-” Eddie breathes out, hugging his eldest son as tight as he dares, feeling his kid sag in his arms. “Baby, you aren’t going anywhere but upstairs to a room and then home with us when we can take you. I know you aren’t thinking clearly right now, and that everything’s a little jumbled, but Nate, Buck and I? we aren’t at all mad at you, for anything. We wouldn’t be mad at you if the accident had been your fault, and it wasn’t. Athena said the driver beside you swerved into your lane and hit the truck, that’s it.”
“I just wanted to get ice cream,” Nate whispers, and Eddie can hear the tears, feel them getting the collar of his shirt wet. “I didn’t-”
“You were being a good big brother, mijo. We are never planning on you being anything but part of our family, being our kid; nothing you do is going to change that.”
“I thought you were going to hate me.” The confession is said into Eddie’s shirt, and his entire world freezes and he thinks about how scared Nate must have been, waiting for them to come, wondering if they wouldn’t. “I really didn’t want you to hate me.”
“Nunca, mijo. Never. Buck and I will always love you.”
“That’s good,” Nate finally answers. “Because I think I totaled your truck.”
Eddie laughs, the first real sense of normality since Athena’s fateful call. “I needed to replace it soon anyway.”
He stays with Nate until they come to transfer him, promising him either he or Buck will be with him as soon as the nurses allow. He gives him one last kiss on his forehead, one last gentle squeeze on his shoulder, one last “I love you,” and watches the bed until the elevator doors close behind it before retreating back to Chris’ curtain. He’s a little surprised to see Chris dressed in comfy clothes, Buck standing beside him, awkwardly holding his crutches. “What’s going on here?”
“Doc discharged him, and Mads brought them both some clothes from home. Chim called her for us,” Buck explains, handing Chris his crutches when asked. Together, they make their slow way out to the waiting room, where Maddie’s sitting, typing away on her phone. She smiles when she sees them, giving both Eddie and Buck a hug in greeting. “I guess I can go home with Chris, get a quick shower and then come relieve you?”
“Aunt Maddie can take me home,” Chris informs them, grimacing just a bit as he grips his crutches, the walk more painful than usual. “You both need to stay here.”
“Superman-” Buck tries to argue, but Chris stops him with one raised eyebrow.
“Buck, Nate’s the one in the hospital; I’m getting to go home. He’s the one who’s not alright right now. He needs both of you. Aunt Maddie said she and Chim could stay with me already, and you guys can stay here. I want to make sure Nate knows he’s just as important as I am to you guys. I know that, and you know that, but he’s not sure of that right now, and it’s important that we all make sure he knows.”
Eddie knows he and Buck have lost this battle (and seriously, Chris is fourteen; how are they losing battles to fourteen-year-olds?), so he shakes his head when Buck starts to argue with Chris. “You will go home, take a hot shower, and get some rest?”
“That’s the plan.”
“Promise?”
“Dad-”
“Mijo, I don’t want to worry that you aren’t doing what the doctor said while I’m here.”
Chris rolls his eyes, but nods. “I promise. Home, shower, cuddle with Scarlet, and then bed. Aunt Maddie can text you all about my very boring adventures.” He hugs his father, squeezing as much as he can muster. “As long as you take care of Nate.”
“Always, kid.”
--//--//--
Nate wakes sometime during the night, groggy from the meds they’ve given him to help manage the pain while he tries to sleep. Everything feels off, and he’s a little desperate when he looks around, the room empty until he turns his head ever-so-gently, the ache of moving that much starting to build, and he sees them both, sprawled out on the unused bed beside him, both of them facing him, Eddie spooned around Buck, their hands intertwined, resting close to Buck’s heart.
They’ve stayed.
It’s what Eddie promised him, when he was still confused, still worried that everything was his fault and they were going to send him away, but somehow, waking up now, more clear headed, it means something more.
It means everything.
They’ve stayed.
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Whumptober Day 11: Defiance
CW: Creepy/intimate whumper, captivity, references to pregnancy, conditioning, restraints
(See the Fillis Angst Parade AU that I wrote with @whump-tr0pes for context on why Daniel Michaelson’s father is doing all these mean spicy things to Finn Dunham. As always, I am immensely grateful for Athena letting me be mean to her OCs!)
This takes place before Finn agrees to be Patrick’s plaything and during Ellis’s pregnancy.
Finn knows when the man of the house is home, because someone will hear the sound of the car in the driveway, engine rumbling like some terrifyingly large contented cat, and everyone suddenly tenses up. Finn watches from their place polishing pristine antique silver with narrowed eyes as the household staff around them suddenly goes backs straight, chin up, working hard.
Finn might, too, if they were a paid servant and not a fucking prisoner. They don't bother to change a damn thing about how they stand. If anything, they let their shoulders hunch even more, slouching with obvious purposeful anger. They let their teeth grind together against the feeling of the cool metal shackle welded onto one ankle, the scrape of the heavy chain that connects it to a hook in the wall.
There are hooks in all the walls in every room here. Not that Finn’s seen much more than kitchen, formal dining room, casual dining room, and one of their living rooms. One. Of five. Finn has provided medical services to families with children who had to live in fucking clapboard shacks but oh, the Michaelson group has five separate living rooms in one single house. And they have multiple houses.
There’s a beach house, they’ve been told, where they could be sent if they need to be even more alone. They know what that means… it means further from Ellis, who they haven’t seen since they were captured. It means further from any chance of… of anything.
There’s this house, and a beach house. There’s a third house in a neutral territory they use for business negotiations. There’s a fourth - a fourth goddamn house - somewhere deep in the northern woods. Deep in anti-Syndicate territory.
Corrine Michaelson had laughed when she showed them where it was on a map, her fingers curved over their shoulders like claws. Like a bear trap, she’d murmured, as Finn’s stomach dropped. We close on your kind from both sides, when we want to.
Why are you showing me this? They had known the answer. Weren’t even sure why they’d asked.
Sure enough, Corrine’s sharp red fingernails had dug into the nape of Finn’s neck as she answered, because you’re never getting out of here alive to tell anyone.
So, four houses. And of course, there’s the ‘small’ summer estate where Daniel Michaelson lives, separate from his family, but close enough to be controlled.
All this space, and Finn has seen so little of it. They saw more of Danny’s house in three days than they’ve seen of the Michaelson’s mansion in… they don’t even know how long they’ve been here.
They hate the Syndicates more every single time they have to dust the same damn side table, make careful note of all the hooks in the walls, the ceiling, the subtle ones that you could bring up out of the floor.
They lost count after eighty-seven hooks and they haven't even been allowed in a third of the immensity of this house. And they're not counting the basement, with entirely different hooks that aren’t just made for connecting chains and restraining… prisoners? Playthings? What even do the Michaelsons do with all those hooks?
They know what Corrinne does with the hooks in the basement, at least. They’ve had to try and save people after she uses them, sewing up injuries and feeding IVs with the woman breathing down their neck and counting the seconds, killing anyone they can’t save before the arbitrary time limit is up.
Finn is becoming better at emergency triage every day, and feels all the lives they couldn’t stabilize fast enough weighing on their back, staring back at them through the silver they polish during the day.
They’re trapped in a mansion built by monsters, and they have absolutely no idea how they will ever get out.
The ankle cuff seems ridiculous. Finn’s not going anywhere - not while Ellis is here, somewhere upstairs where they can’t get to them. But the Michaelson family sure as fuck doesn’t take any chances. Finn hasn’t even seen Danny - not in the entire time they’ve been held here, not since they’d escaped, before they’d stumbled into a Michaelson trap and…
“Oh, here’s an interesting scent.” Fingernails scraped over Ellis’s stomach, like claws that didn’t quite break the skin, as Ellis thrashed and kicked and spat curses right back in Corrine Michaelson’s face.
Only Ellis and Finn had been flat-out captured - bad fucking luck, but Ellis had been sick for days and Finn had taken their eyes off the road at just the wrong second. They’d swerved, lost control on the gravel that ran along the shoulder of the road, went into a ditch. There’d barely been time to get Sam and Isaac piled into the other car with the others, and Finn and Ellis had ended up surrounded while the team got clean away.
They’d been certain they’d just be tortured for information, Finn forced to their knees on the ground with cold metal pressed against the back of their head and Ellis held by Michaelson syndicate scum like a ragdoll until Corrine’s chin had raised. Finn had been so sure the next thing they’d see was a Syndicate holding block, and the last thing they’d see would be their own blood on the floor.
It was only later, in retrospect, that Finn realized the Michaelson matriarch, rather than taking the time to think over how to kill them, was scenting the air like a fucking wolf smelling prey.
“Patrick, love, come over here and tell me if this is what I think this is.” Corrine’s hand had pressed flat to Ellis’s stomach.
Ellis, pale in the darkness, had spat in her face. Corrine’s lips pressed together into a thin line, sparking disgust as she wiped the spittle from her cheek.
“What is it, darling?” Patrick had circled around behind, and Finn had struggled and kicked and fought and cursed but it hadn’t done them any good. They’d had to watch as Ellis was held still so Patrick could lay his hand just below his wife’s, touching Ellis like they weren’t a person at all.
Patrick’s teeth had flashed bright white in the dim evening light. “Oh, Corrine, congratulations are in order,” He’d said, with pure gentleness and joy. “This little rebel is with child.” His eyes had been dancing, sparkling even, as he turned to look down at Finn. “Yours, I presume?”
“Go to hell,” Finn had snarled, heart pounding. “Get your fucking hands off of them!”
“So yes, then.” Patrick looked at Finn, lingering a little over the lines of their face, in a way that made Finn’s skin crawl. “Lucky you. And lucky them, to get to bed you.”
“Fuck off.” Finn’s stomach had dropped to somewhere near their knees at the interest, the fascination, thick in Patrick Michaelson’s voice.
Corrine ignored the exchange, smiling back at her husband. She would have looked beatific and saintly if it weren’t for the bloodlust raging in her eyes. “How wonderful, Patrick. You know what this means…”
Patrick sighed happily. “I do, darling, and it’s wonderful. We’re going to have a baby.”
Finn hadn’t quite understood, at first. Not until they saw the blood drain from Ellis’s face. “Over m-my dead body,” they whispered, and Corrine Michaelson laughed.
“Yes, silly mother, that would be the plan.” She snapped her fingers and pointed at Ellis, turning to look at the guards who had circled around them. Too many guards, too many guns, no escape.
“Put that one with my things,” Corrine said smoothly. Her eyes scanned over Finn, then. “What about this one, love? Kill it? I don’t need it.”
Someone handed Corrine Michaelson a handgun - they couldn’t see who - and she pressed the cool barrel against the center of Finn’s forehead. Finn had felt the first real panic, then. Their life meant so fucking little to her. They would die without ever meeting their child, wouldn’t be there for Ellis, who would go through… whatever Corrine Michaelson had planned… alone.
Patrick looked over just in time for Finn to whisper, “P-please, no,” just in time to see the tears in their eyes.
Patrick’s breath caught, and then he had flashed that brilliant, charming smile again. “No, I don’t think so, darling. I’d hate to waste that body on an early grave, wouldn’t you?”
Corrine’s head tilted, scenting Finn, staring down at them with cold eyes. Between the chill of Corrine’s appraisal and the heat in Patrick’s gaze, Finn cringed back. Patrick’s eyes only burned brighter. “Look at you, you pretty thing… No, I’d like to get a closer look...”
Corrine pulled back the gun and Finn let out an involuntary sob of relief.
“I love you,” Ellis said, intensity in their dark eyes as Finn looked up. “No matter what happens, Finn, I love you, okay?”
“I love you, too.” Finn had struggled to their feet only to feel a blow against the back of their head that sent them sprawling, insensible, back to the ground.
Finn’s eyes had closed to the sound of Ellis screaming their name.
Their eyes had opened to a basement prison cell, and Ellis nowhere to be seen.
Now, they clean silverware on the ground floor of a sprawling mansion knowing Ellis is somewhere so close - just upstairs, just up the stairs and down the hall - and yet impossibly distant, thanks to the chain on their ankle, the locked door.
Does Ellis still scream for them, wherever they are? And Finn just can’t hear it? Are the bedrooms soundproofed?
Finn lives a life of constant neverending adrenaline and tension. They are woken before dawn to help prepare breakfast, kept on their feet through the day without breaks, either taken downstairs to administer medical aid to prisoners or up here cleaning and cleaning and fucking cleaning. The exhaustion - mental and physical - makes them sleep dreamlessly like a corpse, every single night when they’re locked into their tiny room. They are the only ‘servant’, so far as they can tell, who isn’t a paid employee.
The only slave, if they’re honest. Or hostage. But you can’t be a hostage if there’s no one to make demands, to, right? No one is here to save Finn, or to bargain for them. No one but Patrick Michaelson, whose eyes follow Finn through every room like slime running down their back, like a hand between their legs.
For the first couple of months, Finn had wondered if they’d be brought to the basement one day only to see their team - Isaac and the rest - held in the cells, for Finn to fix and fix and fix until they can’t be fixed anymore. But there’s no one.
Every day, the balance between relief that the team hasn’t been captured and a horrified understanding that no one is coming to save them gets a little more one-sided.
The other servants are all paid, and come and go between work and home, and Finn… Finn isn’t like the rest of them at all. When Patrick and Corrine Michaelson are not at home, the staff is relaxed, casual, joking and chatting with each other as the day’s work gets done. They don’t talk to Finn - they’ve all been told not so, although no one will admit it.
Finn is sure it’s purposeful - an isolation tactic with some larger purpose meant to wear them down.
Joke’s on you, assholes, Finn thinks, working the special cloth deep into the grooves of the silver until even the barest hint of tarnish is gone. I don’t want to talk to any Syndicate trash in this house anyway.
They’re just fine being alone with their thoughts. Alone, it’s easier to stay clear and hold themself together. Alone, they can try to keep planning for some nebulous future escape, one that comes alongside the partner they know is here, somewhere, but aren’t allowed to see. No, Finn wakes up alone each morning in a back room behind the kitchens on a narrow cot with a single lumpy pillow and a thin blanket.
They eat what they’re given, when they are led out into the kitchens to start their workday - usually some kind of oatmeal porridge, every once in a while an egg or something - and the day is full of chore after chore after chore. At first they fought, and spent whole days in that single dark little room on the cot.
Five steps to one wall, four to the other, just a cot, a toilet, a sink, and dull brick walls. They lasted two weeks, maybe, that way.
Maybe less. Hard to tell.
That had lasted until the screaming from the basement, and Corrine coming to Finn’s room to flatly state they could help her provide medical care to the rebels down below, or allow them to die, and it would be on Finn’s head if they did.
They gave up the fight, then. Now, they take the chores, because at least it lets them see something other than bare walls and the stupid fucking kids’ TV show pillowcase they have on their stupid fucking captivity pillow. They are taken down to the basement at least once a week to give first aid to tortured prisoners who will probably never see the outside of that basement again, but at least the prisoners talk to them.
They’d never forgive themselves if they let them simply die, if there’s even a chance some of them might be rescued. They never recognize anyone - the Michaelson territory has its own anti-Syndicate groups fighting for a better world. Finn is starting to doubt that a better world is even remotely possible, but that might just be the constant captivity and isolation talking.
Ellis is upstairs, and their stomach must be starting to round out by now. Has it been four months? Less? Maybe more and they’re five or even six months along? Finn’s heart twists at the knowledge that they’re missing the changes, that Ellis must live through them all alone, wherever they’re held. Ellis feels the baby’s kicks all alone, will go through each checkup with the doctor the Michaelsons keep on-call alone, will give birth alone, alone alone alone.
Finn, meanwhile, will continue to work, and eat, and sleep, and scream... alone.
They’re not even sure if Ellis knows they’re still alive.
One of the servants gave Finn copies of some of the sonogram photos from the last checkup - Finn sometimes sees the doctor having the machine brought into the house, and it hurts not to know what they’re saying to Ellis, not to be able to sit there and hold their hand.
They’d had these stupid… ideas, about how this might work. About sitting next to Ellis in an office, holding their hand, the two of them meeting eyes and smiling and saying to each other, the baby looks like you, or maybe just the baby looks like a smashed grape with fingerprints, or…
No. Whatever those appointments look like, they happen somewhere upstairs, and Ellis stares down the Michaelsons and the doctor perfectly fucking alone.
Patrick and Corrine never tell Finn a fucking thing.
But… but at least someone here has a fucking heart. One old servant, been with the family for years, she says, who brings Finn sonogram photos printed in secret. They’ve hidden those photos under the cot’s thin sheets, slipped between them and the plasticky mattress. A suggestion of light and shadow, barely human in shape but still Finn had known the moment they saw exactly what they were looking at.
The baby - their baby - looked more like some strange child’s drawing of a frog or a teddy bear than it did a developing human. But the servant had known how to show it all to them, had pointed to each shadow one by one and explained what it meant.
“And this,” she’d said, taking Finn’s hand and folding their fingers so only the index finger remained, pressing Finn’s own touch to a series of small light spots that seemed to sort of line up, “is the spine. Just how it should be. Straight as an arrow.”
She’d moved on to the next photo, the next. Naming them all. Heart. Kidneys. Fingers. Toes. Given Finn an impish smile when she noted that the baby was a girl.
“You can see the little nose, if you look just right at this one…”
It was the nose that broke Finn.
The baby, the one that grows inside the love of their life and the one that will be raised to believe her kidnappers are her family, has Ellis’s nose. The profile was unmistakable. Finn had had to send the servant away then.
They had cried, curled up on their cot clutching the photos of the tiny life that they had helped to create and might never know, for hours. Until the pillow was damp, until they felt emptied and wrung out, until they had no tears left. And then, because hell doesn’t give a shit if you need a good cry, they had gotten up the next day right on time to be put to work again.
Now Finn stands, watching the servants scatter to their places as the head of the household servants calls out that Patrick is home.
Finn holds a single spoon up - the silver shines so well they can nearly see their own face reflected in it like a funhouse mirror. Stretched out around the edges, blurred, just a smudge of skin tone and shadowy eyes. They might need a haircut.
Funny how it doesn't matter one solitary bit if they get one. No one they care about is ever going to see them to notice.
The team must be far away, by now - if it’s been months with no rescue, they must have understood there wasn’t any way to get Finn or Ellis out of this. Not this time. Maybe they’ll link up with another team, come back with stronger numbers. Maybe not.
Somehow, Finn doesn’t think they’ll stop trying. They’ve just started to doubt whether or not it’s possible.
Finn's hint of a smile is bitter and bleak as they listen to the sound of the front door opening and closing, the booming, lilting Irish brogue of Patrick Michaelson ringing through the entryway, echoing down the hall, straight to the formal dining room where Finn has been chained for polishing duty.
"Dinner menu, Mrs. Verona?" Patrick asks, not yet visible to Finn but his voice seems close. Just on the other side of the wall. It’s strange and something Finn can’t quite understand, but there’s an odd warmth that curls inside them whenever they hear his voice. They get the feeling that they understand what it means to be a moth and see a light shining through a window. "Corrine will be taking hers in the basement tonight."
Finn's lips thin. They’ll be dragged down with a first aid kit later, then. Lovely. High Queen Bitchison McBitch the First will be dining in the torture chamber, how fucking classy.
"Tonight is smoked oyster for the first course…"
Finn tunes it out after that. It doesn't matter what comes after the oysters, what the second or third course is. It doesn't matter.
Finn is going to be fed what they are always given for dinner. They’ll be handed a bowl full of whatever is scraped off of the fucking bastard's plate - or his monster wife's, all mixed up together. If they finish every bite Finn won't eat at all. Dregs of wine served from half-empty glasses, and Finn’s given no water until they drink Patrick’s leftover wine or whiskey.
One night they were fed a nearly-full glass of both and ended up drunk and morose alone in their little room, and it had to be on purpose, it had to be.
Is it degrading? It might be, if Finn even gave a shit any longer. All they really care about is somewhere else in this house, locked up. Finn wonders, idly, if Ellis has broken anyone’s nose yet. Their smile relaxes, just a little, when it occurs to them that the answer is almost certainly yes.
“I wasn’t aware my little captive finds polishing my silver so entertaining,” Patrick says from the doorway, and the smile drains from Finn’s face, immediately. They hadn’t even heard him move. “You know there are other things of mine I could have you polish.”
Finn swallows back the disgusted curse that they have ready on their tongue, too aware of the armed guards that are always just a few steps behind Patrick Michaelson, entirely too aware of how much it hurts when those guards are given the order to beat them.
“N-no thank you.” If their voice trembles, it’s from holding back their hatred. But Patrick smiles, anyway, as he moves into the room with perfect self-confidence, a man whose presence takes up every inch of the room right to the walls, leaving Finn feeling almost breathless. Like Patrick sucks out all the air until he’s the only thing left to breathe.
Patrick isn’t exceptionally tall, or broad, but still everything about him seems outsized. He fills Finn’s mind with distinct clarified hatred. It was Patrick they’d seen first, when they woke up after their capture. Patrick was the first to come down into the basement to look at Finn chained and gagged in one of their little torture cells, beaten and bloody. It was Patrick who had dragged a finger slowly up Finn’s stomach and chest as they struggled, watching them with delighted amusement. Patrick had shoved a hand down their pants just to watch the blood drain from their face in a sudden terror of what they thought might come next.
Then he’d simply turned and ordered the guards to make absolutely sure Finn did not die. They have more than pretty hair I’d like to see a little more of, don’t they?
Patrick was the one who had had Finn moved to the kitchens and kept in the tiny room.
Corrine looked at Finn and saw nothing but a pair of hands she could use to provide first aid to dying victims until she discarded them, but it was the way Patrick looked at them that really, really made Finn want to sink into the floor and disappear.
“Fair enough, love.” Patrick doesn’t move to leave, though, only leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms in front of himself, watching Finn with perfect focus.
“I’m not your love.” After a pause, Finn looks up, swallowing. They keep their eyes narrowed, cover up the nervous flutters of real fear with anger, defensiveness. Remind themself that Ellis is somewhere in this house… at least, they hope so. “Can I… help you?” Their eyes flick to the two armed guards standing on the other side of the door behind Patrick.
Neither of them so much as blinks.
In a better world, Finn thinks, those men might have fought against the Syndicates, and won. Instead they’re all trapped in this world, and the two men have flat eyes that stare right through Finn and hands that never leave the guns they wear on their hips.
“Actually, I think you can.” Patrick smiles at him, all warmth and light, and Finn shudders, just a little, at the way there’s a strange need in them to step closer to that smile. “Sit for dinner with me tonight. I have an important subject I would like to discuss with you.”
“Go fuck yourself.” Finn wishes that their voice sounded stronger, but the words come out almost weak. A token protest.
“Can’t say I’ve ever had to,” Patrick answered with gentle good humor. “And that wasn’t a request. You will join me for dinner, and I will speak to you about Ellis.”
Finn, lip curled back from their teeth and ready with a new insult, froze. “What about Ellis?”
“Ah, see, there’s the prickle of interest I was looking for. The mother of my child-”
“They’re the mother of their own fucking child, and mine,” Finn snapped. Patrick only smiled wider in response, and Finn inwardly groaned. Damn it, that’s what he wanted, was to rile me up. Why do I always let him do it?
“The mother,” Patrick repeats, continuing as if Finn hadn’t spoken, “is having a few concerning health troubles, lately. If you want to know more-”
“Health troubles?” Blood rushes in Finn’s ears. They are aware, very suddenly, of every possible pregnancy complication they’ve ever read about or even heard mentioned in passing, the way that stress can cause serious problems, and is anyone on earth more stressed than a pregnant person held fucking hostage by fucking Syndicate monsters who want to steal their baby? “I-I’m a… I have some medical knowledge…”
“I know, Finn. Just think of what help you could be to the mother, if you had the option, hm?” The smugness that wove into his voice, the way it deepens Patrick’s lilting Irish brogue, has Finn nearly ready to try and break the chain off their ankle so they could choke Patrick to death with it.
Not that they were entirely sure he could die.
“What…” Finn swallows, aware with a sickening flip of their stomach of the weight of Patrick’s eyes as he watches their throat move. “What do I have to do to… see Ellis?”
“Oh, we’re negotiating, now, are we.” Patrick speaks in a voice like a purr, low and rumbling. Finn felt it on their skin like a film of something thick and suffocating, standing perfectly still as Patrick moved away from his position in the doorway and walked towards them. He paused, just to their side, and Finn’s eyes lowered without their consent to stare down at the cloth in one hand, the silver spoon in the other.
For a moment - just a second - they are sure they’ll feel Patrick’s lips move against their ear.
Then the Michaelson patriarch moved slowly around them in a half-circle. His guards stepped into the room as well, watching Finn with a cold gleam. They’re watching Patrick play with his food, Finn thinks, lifting their chin again, willing it not to tremble. They’re enjoying this.
“I’ve been-”
Patrick’s hand settles on their lower back and Finn goes quiet, feels their spine suddenly stiffen in response. He’s too warm, too much, and Finn would rather die than let him do what they think comes next but they’d rather live than leave Ellis here, trapped alone.
So their fingers go white-knuckled on the spoon and the polishing cloth, their chin lifts even higher, and they try to remember that dignity and pride aren’t what keep you alive when the Syndicates have their eyes on you.
“I’ve been good,” Finn whispers, blood rushing to their face, tears pricking hot at their eyes. For Ellis. Just to see Ellis. Please let me see Ellis. “I can help treat the pregnancy.”
“Do you think you can?” Patrick’s hand presses harder into Finn’s back, forcing their hips to bump forward into the table. Finn’s eyes widen in panic, heart beating fast in their chest like it wants to run from this as much as they do.
The watching guards smile, nearly as one.
Patrick is going to bend them forward onto the table and fuck them right here, isn’t he? And Finn could fight but all their body does is feel suddenly horrifyingly cold.
“Yes,” They whisper, to answer his question. When his other warm lands, just as warm, just as heavy, on Finn’s shoulder, they have to bite back a sob.
For Ellis. For Ellis for Ellis for Ellis-
“That’s good to hear, little Finn.” Patrick’s teeth graze at their ear, and a shudder runs through Finn’s body, shivering want from their scalp through their toes. They don’t want anything like this, they hate this man more than they’ve ever hated anything on earth, but the soft hot breath of his whisper against their ear is horribly, unbearably good. “Tell me you’ll be a well-behaved, polite, pliant little medic for me.”
Finn closes their eyes, takes a deep, shaking breath in. They can’t throw up all over the table no matter how badly they want to right now. They can do whatever it takes. They can do whatever they have to do, for Ellis. “I can be good-... a g-good medic, for you.”
“Say you’ll take good care of my baby, little Finn.”
“I’ll-” Rage burns away the odd constriction they feel weaving around them, slowly but surely, like Patrick is spinning ribbons to wrap them up that they can never unwind on their own. Finn has a strange image of a maypole with children dancing around it from some movie they saw years ago. “I’ll… take good care of my baby-”
“That’s not what I told you to say.” Patrick’s lips move to graze their jaw, and the silver spoon in Finn’s hand drops with a clatter onto the table top. They stare at the guards, who only grin back, guns on their hips. “Tell me it’s my baby, Finn, and have dinner with me. Then you can see Ellis tonight.”
She’s not your fucking baby, you fucking monster, you piece of fucking shit on a shoe, you-
“Fuck you,” Finn whispers with vicious intensity. Suddenly, Patrick pulls away, and the air is full of his scent and a sense of something verdant and green just over the horizon. There is a half-second, with revulsion in their blood and fear in their pulse, that they would still follow him to the end of the horizon to see it.
Then the moment is gone, and they wonder with a whole new level of panic where the fuck that thought came from.
“Fair enough. I have an heir and have raised many children to adulthood,” Patrick says amicably, waving one hand in a dismissal. “We’ll simply monitor the mother and see what happens, I suppose. Here I thought you might actually want to see them, but I see I misjudged you.”
No matter what happens, Finn, I love you, okay?
I love you, too-
“Wait!”
Patrick stops just before the doorway, looking over his shoulder. There’s a smattering of gray in his close-cropped black hair, a hint of it in the rakish stubble that never quite leaves his jaw and chin. Crows-feet and wrinkles, here and there, only seem to make him seem ruggedly handsome. The deep brown of his skin has what feels like an impossible sense of warmth, like bright sun is always shining on it even on cloudy days.
He’s a monster, he and his wife both. They hunt down people like Finn and Finn’s team and kill them or use them up and then dispose of the bodies when they’re done. Ellis and Finn are just the newest toys in the toybox, and they have no idea how long after the baby is born the two of them might be allowed to live.
“Yes, Finn? Did you have another insult to fling my way?” Patrick’s eyes sparkle with amusement. The bastard knows exactly what Finn is going to say.
“It’s-” The words stick in their throat, tar that coats their vocal chords and fills their lungs as they fight to breathe around the humiliation, the anger, the pain. “It’s… it’s your baby, Patrick. Not-... the baby is yours.”
“Say it again.” Patrick turns to face them, but doesn’t move closer this time.
“It’s your baby.” Finn’s lips feel numb. It’s a lie but what if it isn’t now? Is she still going to be their baby if they’re dead before she can form a memory of them? Is she still their baby if Corrine and Patrick teach her to hate the rebels, to hate the very people who made her?
Is she a Michaelson or a Dunham or-
“Again.”
Finn closes their eyes, tears trickling down their cheeks. “It’s not my baby,” They whisper. “But yours.”
My daughter. My baby. Ellis and I made her together, she’s supposed to be a symbol of hope, you fucking bastard, how dare you make me lie about her before she’s even born, how dare you-
“Good. Not my will but thine be done. Not that I’m Catholic, but the sentiment fits. That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?” Patrick snapped his fingers, and his two guards moved on Finn at once. They flinched, but one guard grabbed their hands by the wrists to pull behind their back, and they fought every instinct that told them to fight back, kick or something, and let the handcuffs be closed around their wrists. They let the chain be unlocked from their ankle.
They let the guards lead them to stand before Patrick, who takes their chin in his rough warm fingers, and lifts it so they looked him in the eyes. For a second they expect him to say, get on your knees. What comes out instead is, “Do you like smoked oysters, little Finn?”
“I-I… does it matter?” They sound almost as thrown off as they feel.
“Mmmn. I guess not. You’ll eat them anyway or I’ll choke you on them. Let’s talk about the issues we’re having with the mother over dinner. I’ll have your kit brought up from the basement and let my wife know she’ll have to send for our personal doctor if she wants care provided to the rebels tonight.”
His hand slides around behind Finn’s head, grips into their hair to force their head back as he leans in and takes a deep breath. His smell, cologne and the green hills, floats around Finn, soaks into their skin and settles deep within their lungs. They find themself leaning in to Patrick’s scent - and then recoiling back as the disgust hits them all at once.
Why would they lean into it? And why can’t they stop thinking he looks so fucking handsome?
Patrick hums, looking them over. “I want something pretty to look at tonight. And you’re definitely a pretty one, aren’t you? I could stare at you all night.” He chuckles, tightening the grip on their hair until their knees buckle at the flash of pain and something infinitely more shameful, and then he pulls away and walks back out the door. The guards shove Finn to get them moving right behind him, and they stare at Patrick’s broad back in his perfectly tailored suit as they scramble to get their balance and walk fast enough to keep up.
They are redressed in a suit and tie themself, dressed up like a doll, placed in a chair with their hands cuffed down to watch Patrick eat. They are forced to say that Ellis is carrying Patrick and Corrine Michaelson’s baby again and again, until the words are nearly numb to them. The words are hollow and they are damnation.
They are a test of what Finn will give up to have Ellis, however briefly, just for a second, for any moment at all.
The answer, of course, is that they’ll give up everything. They’ll give anything.
Later, when they are brought handcuffed and forced to their knees - when they can see Ellis but not touch them, lay their head to their rounded stomach but not put their hands there to feel their own baby kicking, they wonder - briefly - if it’s going to be worth the cost.
Then Ellis runs their fingers through Finn’s hair and it is, it is worth it, it will always, always be worth whatever they must give to have Ellis, the baby, to grasp on to the threads of what’s left of their family and world.
The next night, they serve Patrick, Corrine, and Ellis their dinner in perfect silence - they will only be allowed to see Ellis if they don’t speak a word. Except for four.
They are forced to say it’s not my baby, to Patrick’s glowing, proud smile, before they are given permission to kneel next to Ellis’s chair. Close enough for Ellis to brush their leg against Finn’s shoulder. Nothing more than that.
Long before they offer themself to Patrick to get some small shards of mercy, he is already breaking them. Before he brands them, before they are tied to his bed and cry out his name and beg him, screaming, to stop and for more, they were already a toy, a plaything. It’s only the way they are played with that will change when they give up the very last bits of themself they have left.
For Ellis, and for their baby, Finn Dunham can and will give up anything.
Patrick Michaelson knows it.
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A Little Bit of Attitude Ch.32: Los Angeles
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A/N: lol I’m not dead. Just had finals
TAGS: @madamsixx @emariehorror
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May 31st, 1987
Oakland, California
"... At the dollhouse in Fort Lauderdale! Girls, Girls, Girls! Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails,"
Sammi groaned loud from the music through the speakers, lightly banging her head against the metal shelves aligned with cassette tapes. It was a brand new song that seemed to play 24/7 since being released, Sammi wanting to rip her ears out of her head. It didn't help that she was in a record store where most of the employees were goth or punks. As Sammi rested her head on the cold metal, Athena couldn't help but chuckle at her sister's dismay while browsing the selection of pop tapes.
"Why are you so dramatic? I thought you'd be happy the band is being successful," said Athena, side-eyeing Sammi's pouted lips.
"I would be happy if I didn't have to hear or see them all over the place. It gets annoying after a while," said Sammi, walking down the aisle of music, finding something new to entertain herself in. Athena followed in her little sister's footsteps, keeping a safe distance from her. It was Athena's idea to check a music store as Sammi showed her around the Bay Area, never having been able to visit until today.
"Well, it's not like you've been avoiding them or anything like that. Of course, it would get annoying,"
"I am not avoiding them," mumbled Sammi.
"Are you sure? You have done a pretty good job if you ask me," said Athena, grabbing a new Aerosmith cassette for her walkman.
Sammi stopped dead in her tracks, turning to glare right at Athena, who had a playful smirk. "I have not, Athena. I've been busy. " There's a difference," said Sammi, turning into the magazine aisle near the shop's cash register.
"Really? You could've fooled by the way you haven't been home in a year. When was the last time you talked to mama or dad?"
Sammi sighed out. "I'm sorry for missing out on stuff, but school has been a bigger pain in my ass than I thought. And I have spoken to mama and dad,"
"You've missed: Tommy's birthday, Mama's birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, my birthday-"
"Okay, I get it, Athena! You don't have to remind me. I'm going home for a month aren't I?" asked Sammi with a sting of sarcasm, glancing at all of the headlines from the gossip tabloids.
"And thank god for that,"
"Why L.A isn't living up to its potential anymore?" joked Sammi.
"Exactly. Everything has been moderately boring since you left. It's not fun hanging out with Tommy after he got married. Our lovely sister-in-law isn't up to crazy fun. And all of my friends are acting like full adults now with 9 to 5's," said Athena.
Right as Sammi responded, her eyes fell on an issue of 'Rock Secrets,' another gossip magazine amongst the hundreds. The cover for the tabloid made Sammi's heartstrings get pulled in different directions. Nikki in the arms of another woman, both smirking. Sammi knew the woman from the party scene of Los Angeles, a dancer for every music video but nothing more. She was the complete opposite of Sammi in every single way. The woman was someone taller who was almost the same height as Nikki in heels. She was slimmer than Sammi and tanner in comparison to Sammi's pale cheeks. Sammi didn't want to believe Nikki running out to get new girlfriends after she left but knew it was bound to happen at some point. It had been a year. Sammi was never one to feel self-conscious about her appearance but seeing someone so different from her have Nikki wrapped around their finger stung. As Sammi stared longer at the cover, she was able to see the haze in Nikki's eyes that she hated, the girl almost matching him. Sammi reached for the magazine, facing Athena with a ghastly face, a cocktail of anger and sadness show. Athena pressed her lips tightly together, taking the tabloid for herself to examine.
"She isn't close to being as pretty as you," said Athena in hopes of cheering Sammi up. Sammi scoffed. "And Tommy hates her with his whole being. Apparently, she's some crazy attention whore. That's probably why she's on this stupid cover,"
"She is pretty, don't lie. And I don't care if Tommy doesn't like her or she's an attention whore," said Sammi, yanking the magazine from Athena's hand. She curled her lip as she stared at the cover, turning pages to see more photos of the couple around Los Angeles. With the luck of being around drugs and partying, Sammi could see when Nikki was high in the images. "Her name is Veronica?" asked Sammi.
"Yeah. Don't let her get to you, she's just some background dancer who's gotten with other musicians," answered Athena, skimming through a Rolling Stones magazine.
"Still. She has a pretty name," mumbled Sammi under her breath, unable to look away. When it finally felt too much for Sammi, she threw the thin tabloid down the aisle with all her force in one quick motion. Athena whipped her head fast, snapping her eyes wide open in shock.
"Sam, what the hell?" asked Athena in a sharp whisper. Sammi only continued to walk into a different section of the music shop. "Was that really necessary?" asked Athena, raising an eyebrow at Sammi.
Sammi shrugged her shoulders, pouting slightly. "It felt good for a second, now I'm just annoyed again,"
"It's great to see you've moved on," teased Athena, throwing her arm around Sammi's shoulders.
"What? I can't be bitter if an ex got a new girlfriend?" asked Sammi, folding her arms across her chest.
"No, because you're supposed to be the mature one, remember? It shouldn't get to you,"
"I beg to differ on being mature,"
"Hey! You can't throw around the magazines!" yelled a young goth girl, picking up the crinkled magazine from the floor, frowning at Sammi and Athena.
"Sorry, she had a temper tantrum. Won't happen again!" answered Athena, trying her best to hide a chuckle. "But seriously please don't do that again. I like to come back to this place next time I visit you,"
"Oh finally you're thinking about visiting?" asked Sammi with a smile, crossing her arms against her chest.
The sisters continued exploring the record store a moment longer, buying cassette tapes to listen to on the drive back home. When Sammi would scan down the rock section, she couldn't help think about what Nikki would like. It was a habit she couldn't break yet. The Oakland streets were beginning to grow busy with summer vacation coming around, Sammi seeing more tourists than usual. "So, I know you don't want to talk about Motley but I should probably tell you this," said Athena.
Sammi kept her dead stare ahead of her, scowling into the distance. "What is it? No one's dying or in the hospital right?"
Athena scoffed in amusement. "No, nothing like that. They're going to be back on the road soon," said Athena, lighting a cigarette as the sisters walked down east.
"Oh. Good for them," said Sammi, wrinkles deepening between her brows. "When are they packing up?"
"Third week in June? Tommy hasn't given me all the details yet except for one,"
"Which is?"
"He wants to throw this huge kick-off party at his and Heather's,"
"Okay," Sammi shrugged.
"I wanted to let you know before Tommy gets so incredibly excited to tell you, he forgets to ask if you're okay," said Athena, blowing out smoke into the air.
"Athena, I'm fine. I just needed to let out my frustrations for a second,"
"Sammi no you're not and please listen," Sammi stopped her steps, sucking her teeth as she faced Athena. "You can admit to not wanting to see Nikki when you get back home. It's understandable to not want to see an ex. You shouldn't tough it out for the sake of Tommy or anyone else. If you're not okay just tell me,"
Sammi sighed out heavily, gazing up anywhere but Athena. "It's okay. I'm okay. Yeah, it hurts Nikki moved on, but what am I supposed to do? We haven't talked in a year, and we both messed up," said Sammi, continuing to walk with heavy steps.
"How did you mess up?" asked Athena.
"I got up and left without telling him. I didn't tell my boyfriend anything about me leaving, and I just left him. You don't think that's a little messed up?" asked Sammi, scrunching her brows together with a frown.
"You two broke up before you left," reassured Athena.
Sammi stopped again in her tracks, looking right into Athena's eyes. "Did you know Nona died last year? Nikki's grandma" asked Sammi.
Athena bit her lip. "No, I didn't. Tom never mentioned it," muttered Athena, looking down at her feet.
Sammi bit the inside of her cheek, shaking her head slightly and continuing to walk. Instead of spitting out venomous words, Sammi pulled out a cigarette from her crinkled pack of Camels, lighting it in silence. "You've been busy, Sam. Don't be hard on yourself," said Athena.
"This conversation is going way longer than I want," muttered Sammi, staring dead ahead of her.
"Fine. Are you ready to go home then?" asked Athena, looping her arm around Sammi's. Sammi sighed out with a nod. The sisters continued their walk through the city streets until finding the car park, silence forming between them. Sammi only wanted to go home to her family.
*
June 2nd
Los Angeles, California
"Sammi!" screamed Emma excitedly from the apartment balcony, smiling down at her best friend. Sammi slammed the backseat door, swinging a duffle bag on her shoulders as she smiled back at Emma. Sabrina soon rushed out behind the sliding door with a smile on her face. "Do you need any help?" yelled out Sabrina.
"No, I'm good! I'll be right up!" answered Sammi, racing up to the second floor of the apartment complex. As Sammi reached Emma and Sabrina's door, Emma swung it right open, engulfing Sammi in a lovingly tight hug. Sabrina wrapped her arms around both the girls, everyone smiling gleefully. Once finally pulling apart, Emma grabbed Sammi's duffle off her shoulders, playing a great hostess.
"We've missed you so much," said Sabrina, kissing Sammi on her temple.
"Come on and welcome to our very adult apartment," joked Emma, swinging her arm around Sammi's shoulders, walking into the apartment. It was perfect for Emma and Sabrina, enough space for both with extra for Sammi. Anyone who visited could see the elements of a future lawyer and a star athlete, a mix of color and neatness. Sammi admired the decor from every corner, noting the purple sofa and accent chair in the living room.
"I like everything. You girls really got the place up and pretty," said Sammi, dropping herself on the sofa.
"Thanks, we did have a year to get it clean for you," teased Sabrina with a smirk, sitting down on an accent chair. Sammi glared at her, matching Sabrina's smirk as Emma took the duffle bag to her room.
"Ha. Ha. I just wanted to give you two all the time in the world,"
"In that case, you better love every single corner of this place," said Emma, prospering herself next to Sammi. "But enough about this place! How's San Francisco? Is it great and gay as I imagine?" asked Emma with a goofy smile.
"Is school going great for you? I know my mom wanted me to move there for college," asked Sabrina, almost on the edge of her seat.
"Are the nightclubs totally amazing like I hear? We should go to one when we visit next month!" exclaimed Emma.
Sammi only looked down at her hands, checking her nail polish with a forced thin smile on. She shrugged her shoulders, trying her best to think of something great. "San Fran's pretty, don't get me wrong, but it's so… cramped and stiff. It's nothing but an overpriced tiny island," scuffed Sammi, pouting at Emma and Sabrina.
"Really? You made it sound so nice on the phone when we'd call," said Sabrina, scrunching her brows together.
"I also make those phone calls short if you two recall," said Sammi, Sabrina and Emma exchange worried looks. "The only nice thing I can think of was the food. Great Japanese restaurants. But school is school. One year down, one more to go. The people I've met have been incredibly rude. One was some Christian freak who said the boys were satanic, and I wasn't any better hanging out with them,"
"Wow. Wait until you tell her you like to hang out with a lesbian," joked Emma, earning a smile from Sammi. "Sam, you should've said something about not being happy. We could've gone up and hung out for a weekend," Emma suggested.
"And brought some company with us," said Sabrina, pressing her lips firmly together.
"You'd really make Emma sit in a car with her ex? Even if they were my sister?" teased Sammi.
"No, I think she was talking about another ex," said Emma, biting the edge of her thumbnail. "And not a blonde ex,"
Sammi looked back down at her hands, grabbing a pillow to hug. "I think Nikki is already pretty busy with his new girlfriend. He wouldn't want to come to San Francisco," shrugged Sammi.
"You sure? I think he would drop everything if we asked him to tag along. The guys haven't been on tour yet," said Sabrina.
"Yep. I'm sure. Nikki was never a fan of San Francisco,"
"Sabrina is right about Nikki dropping everything to see you, Sammi. It wouldn't matter if he has a girlfriend or not. He hasn't seen you in a year or talked to you-"
"He's tried, mumbled Sammi.
"What?" asked Emma, scrunching her eyebrows deeper.
"He tried and I tried, but I just fucked it up," sighed Sammi with a shaky breath.
"Sammi, please talk to us," said Sabrina, leaning forward on her legs, hands closed.
Sammi sighed out, resting her head from the side in the palm of her hand. "Nona passed away. Nikki left a voicemail, sounding messed up and I didn't do anything about it. I didn't call him to check in on him. I didn't call his grandfather to check in on him. I didn't do anything. I would call him in the middle of the night and then hang up right away after I first moved. He would be high," said Sammi, wiping away the forming tear that could fall.
"Sam," said Emma softly, reaching out to hold Sammi's hand.
"Please don't tell me I didn't fuck up because I did," pleased Sammi, looking at Emma and Sabrina.
"Okay, the both of you have had bad communication skills, but it still isn't considered fucked up ," said Sabrina. "You're home for a month. Maybe now it's a better time to speak to him,"
Sammi shook her head. "There's more than just that. I slept with Vince after we got drunk," admitted Sammi. "I fucked up,"
Sabrina and Emma stared at Sammi for a moment, glancing at each other to find something to say. "How bad do you feel about having sex with Vince?" asked Sabrina.
"S,"
"No Em, I'm just asking a question. Sammi, why did you sleep with Vince? And why did you feel bad afterward?" asked Sabrina again, this time in a stern voice.
"Because it didn't feel right after I sobered up. There were no rekindled feelings within me for the person I dated. I was drunk and Vince kept saying how great Nikki was doing. He didn't sleep with me because he missed me. It felt like he just wanted to get back at Nikki," said Sammi running a hand down her face.
"Did Vince tell Nikki?" asked Emma.
"I don't know. When we spoke, I told him it was a one-time thing and to keep it between us," said Sammi.
"I still think you should talk to Nikki," suggested Sabrina.
"You're going to have to someday," said Emma, swinging her arm around Sammi's shoulders, bringing her in for a hug.
"I know. I have to do it next Saturday," groaned Sammi. "Tommy's going to throw a party before the guys leave on tour and I have to go,"
"You mean we have to go," added Emma, Sammi scrunching her brows together. "You seriously think we're just going to let you be alone where Nikki is? What kind of friends do you think we are," teased Emma, smiling at Sammi.
Sabrina walked over to the sofa, perching herself on the sofa's armrest, placing her chin on the crown of Sammi's hair. "You'll be fine. Things may seem like shit right now but I promise you, there's always a glimmer of light after a storm," said Sabrina. Sammi only smiled at the two girls, nerves slowly thawing out and relaxing.
June 13th
"What time does Tommy want us to show up?" shouted Sabrina from her bedroom into the hallway, scowling down at the multiple outfits on her bed. Sammi shuffled into Sabrina's room, undoing the last hair roller from her dark locks.
"He said 8:30," answered Sammi, seeing a digital clock read 8:40. When it came to times for parties, they were only a suggestion for the girls. Tommy never meant the time he really said. Sammi scanned the bed before picking up a blue strapless dress. "You should wear this one. It's a nice summer color,"
"So happy to have you help with my little dilemmas," smiled Sabrina, grabbing the dress to change in the private bathroom. "Is Emma ready?" Sabrina shouted through the restroom.
"Yeah, I just needed to finish straightening my hair," entered Emma, ready to go in her purple jumpsuit. "Are you ready, Sammi?" asked Emma.
Sammi scrunched her brows together. "Oh yeah, I'm already dressed. I only need my heels,"
"I don't mean physically ready even though I love that black dress. I meant ready to see the guys again. Specifically a certain bassist,"
Sammi pursed her lips out. "No, but it's going happen sooner or later,"
"That's the spirit! I'll call us a cab while Sabrina's changing. Remember it's still going to be a fun night!" cheerfully said, Emma.
"If you say so," said Sammi with hesitation.
*
From the grand driveway, guests from the party scenes had already flooded the mansion, either inside or outside. The girls walked up the front steps, smiling politely and maneuvering past people they didn't know until inside. Sammi scanned the foyer and living room, hesitant to find familiar faces just yet. It wasn't until Sammi heard her name yelled out in a high pitched voice.
"Sammi! Finally, you're here!" yelled out Heather in excitement, walking as fast as she could in her heels. She swiftly hugged Sammi tightly, ignoring the presence of Emma and Sabrina. Sammi embraced back with less enthusiasm but still happy to see her sister-in-law. "It's been so long! I have missed you so much!" said Heather, releasing Sammi from her grip. "Did you all just get here? Let's go to the kitchen for a drink!" suggested Heather, grabbing Sammi's hand, pulling her further into the house. Sammi flashed anxious wide eyes at Emma and Sabrina, the two only shrugging their shoulders and following. A few people began to recognize Sammi as the four passed through, almost remembering Tommy's other sister. The kitchen wasn't better in the number of people, some others herding in the quarters. Heather let go of Sammi, playing hostess, as she filled up three glasses of expensive champagne. Soon another person in the herd approached the absent girl, clearing his throat to gain her attention. Sammi's eyes lit up, as did her smile when realizing who it was.
"Mick!" exclaimed Sammi.
"How have you been, Little One?" said Mick, smiling his best as the two exchanged a small hug. "I'm not one to be needy, but how come I haven't heard much from you?"
Sammi shrugged her shoulders. "School has been kicking my ass. It's harder than I forgot," joked Sammi.
"I'm happy that's your reason. It's been quiet without you,"
"How can it be so quiet? I'm the least crazy out all of you," teased Sammi.
Mick shrugged his shoulders. "Quiet for me at least,"
"Here you go, Sammi. Heather had to find Tommy," said Sabrina, passing her the champagne glass.
"Hey, Mick! Enjoying the party?" asked Emma, forming a small circle between the four.
"As much as I can for a little while. I'm just waiting for my girl to stop by then I'm taking off," said Mick, earning wide eyes from all the girls.
"You have a girlfriend?" asked Sabrina with an amused smile.
"That's so nice!" said Emma.
"Who is she?" asked Sammi, cocking a raised eyebrow.
Mick began to smirk, taking a sip of his alcohol of choice. "Her name's Emerson. She's a backup singer, but please don't tell the guys. The three of you can't tell them,"
The girls all scrunched their brows at Mick. "Why? Is she someone they know?" asked Emma.
"We hired her to tour with us. That's how we met. But I know they'll just bust my balls for liking her,"
"Mick, you shouldn't let the guys dictate who you want to like. If you really like this girl then they're just going to have to deal with it," advised Sabrina.
"Unless she's mean to you then we're going to have a problem," said Sammi, winking at Mick.
Mick scuffed at the girls. "Whatever just please keep it yourselves, for me. That is all I ask,"
"Promise," the girls said in unison.
"Thank you. Come on let's find your brother and sister, they've been wondering about you," said Mick, taking the lead to leave the stuffy kitchen. Right as Sammi stepped out, her eyes couldn't help but fall directly onto a man far away, almost making her freeze. Nikki staring right at her, back against the wall. Sammi swallowed hard, continuing to follow Mick and the girls, eyes looking down. This didn't stop Nikki; he followed every step Sammi took until disappearing behind a wall. Sammi couldn't help but finish the champagne in one gulp, placing the glass on a random table.
"Sammi! Finally! I was starting to think you were going to show up!" yelled out Tommy in excitement, hugging the youngest sister. "And ladies, always lovely to see the two of you!" Emma and Sabrina giggling alongside Tommy. Athena appeared right past Emma, only smirking at her without a word. She kissed Sammi on the cheek, passing her a refreshed drink of vodka. "I see Mick got to you before anyone else. Let me get Vince!"
"Tommy, it's cool. I have all night to talk to people," said Sammi, biting her lip.
"Besides Vince is wrapped around a new blondie's finger," added Mick, sitting down on a nearby sofa.
"Vince got a new girlfriend?" asked Sammi.
Tommy shrugged his shoulders. "She's basically a look-like of Sharise. I give it two months while we're on the road,"
"When did you know about this?" Sammi asked Athena.
"About an hour ago when he walked through the door. She seems like a nice girl if I'm being honest," said Athena.
As if his ears were burning, Vince sturt his way to the group with a young woman wrapped around him. "Sam! What a surprise!" said Vince with excitement. Tommy shot a look between Athena and the girls, sitting down beside Mick. "Babe, this is Sammi. Tommy's other sister I was telling you about,"
"Hi, I'm Hayley. I've heard a lot about you," said Hayley extending out a hand, trying her best to not seem uncomfortable.
Sammi smiled politely, accepting the handshake to not be rude. "All good things I hope,"
"Of course all good. I'd never talk bad about you," said Vince, smirking lustfully at Sammi.
"Yeah, like how smart and nice you are," said Hayley. The tension between the two girls was incredibly thick. Anyone could cut it with a knife. Suddenly, the music changed from its rock sound to a techno beat, blaring even louder than before. Tommy jumped up to question, only to let out an annoyed groan when seeing a wild hair woman jump on the coffee table in the middle of the room. To the music's beat, the woman danced faster and faster, almost too fast for the music. Emma couldn't help but curl her lip at the woman, wrinkling her brows at Tommy. Sammi hitched her breath, caught in her throat when realizing it was Veronica.
"Who the hell is that?" asked Emma.
"Nikki's new girlfriend," groaned Tommy, pouring some whiskey into his solo cup. "She's a bitch," he whispered to the girls, noting the somber expression from Sammi.
"I don't know how Sixx deals with that. Come on, babe, let's go out to the pool," said Vince, wrapping his arm around Hayley's waist. "Later, Sam," winked Vince.
Sammi remained silent amongst everyone, sinking into the sofa to watch the unfortunate show display in front of her. People around the grand living room gathered to watch Veronica, snickers from other women as they watched. Muttered comments going around on the visible state of Veronica being high on some type of drug. This went on longer than anyone wanted, Sammi beginning to wonder if anyone had the heart to stop her. Most found it entertaining, while others didn't. Sammi glanced around the room, wondering where Nikki was during all of this. It wasn't until Heather stomped up to Tommy, bringing him down to her level to whisper in his ear. Sammi was able to read the anger on Heather's face, seeing her fold in her arms right at her husband. Tommy shook his head, marching straight to Veronica, and one swoop brought her off the table, clinging onto Veronica. Tommy tried his best to shuffle out of the living room even when it was becoming difficult.
"Let go of me you asshole! You demon!" shouted Veronica, her weak legs making her almost sink to the floor. As Tommy lifted Veronica back on her feet, Nikki appeared from thin air confused. Tommy couldn't help but throw the intoxicated girl at his best friend. Nikki didn't bother to help her stand on her two feet, letting Veronica stumble by his feet. Sammi could see the three frowning at Nikki's careless attitude toward Veronica.
"Was she dancing again?" asked Nikki, scowling down at Veronica.
"Yeah. Now can you please watch your chick? Some of us are trying to enjoy our night," said Tommy, going to the stereos to finally switch the music to something more bearable. He walked over to Heather with his classic Tommy smile, kissing her on the lips to melt any anger away. Grabbing Veronica by her arm, Nikki dragged her up on her feet, quickly turning away from all staring eyes. Nikki grinds hard his teeth when his eyes fell on Sammi for the second time of the night, being able to see the worry from her. The dysfunctional couple disappeared from within the house, everyone soon forgetting about the little show—everyone except for Sammi. Sammi stared down at her drink, Sabrina sitting right next to her.
"Ready to talk to him?" asked Sabrina?
Sammi bit the inside of her cheek, glancing up in the direction of where Nikki was. "Will I ever be?" scuffed Sammi, taking a swing from whatever was in her cup.
"Probably not, but it wouldn't hurt to try another time. Nikki already saw you. He knows you're here. And he's leaving in a couple of days. I'm only suggesting because I care about you,"
"I know. I'll be right back," said Sammi, passing Sabrina her cup as she stood up while fixing her short dress.
Sabrina wrinkled her brows at Sammi. "You're going to talk to him now?"
"No, but if I just happen to go missing please come find me," answered Sammi, carefully passing through the sea of people.
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"Why do you keep making a scene everywhere we go?" whispered Nikki from behind the closed door. Sammi paused from touching up her makeup in the mirror, remaining completely still and silent to listen. "You're high again aren't you?" asked Nikki. Sammi pressed her ear to the door to listen better. She knew there was no point in hiding in the bathroom, thinking of Emma and Sabrina looking for her.
"So what if I am? It's a party!" shouted Veronica.
"That I didn't invite you to!" said Nikki. The silence between the two soon followed for a moment, Sammi slowly opening the door. She tried her best to not make her heels clank loud on the tile, walking into the hallway with small steps. The hallway's right end was utterly empty, causing Sammi to drop the cautious act as she shut the bathroom door behind her. "Sammi?" said Nikki, Sammi jumping in her skin when hearing her name. She peered over her shoulder, Nikki looking dead at her for the third time, somewhat softer finally. Veronica leaned slouched against the wall with a deadly stare, unhappy to see Sammi even if she was a stranger. It was clear to Sammi Nikki looked better than most days, Veronica appearing to be the only one under something. Sammi didn't peep a word, unable to say anything to Nikki, especially with his new girlfriend by his side.
"I know who you are," slurred Veronica, stumbling on her feet to regain balance, dodging Nikki's attempt to hold her down. She fought the urge to fall onto the floor, wanting to be right in Sammi's face. Sammi couldn't say or do anything, freezing at the taller woman looking down on her. Sammi could see the pin needle pupils in Veronica's eyes. "I know exactly who you are. You're the one corrupting Nikki. The one corrupting everyone," Sammi scrunched her brows deep together, looking past Veronica to Nikki. "No! Look at me! You're nothing but a devil. A devil!" shouted Veronica, inching closer to Sammi's face. Before having the chance to grip onto Sammi's bare arms, Nikki yanked Veronica down to the floor with no care if she got hurt.
"Don't fucking talk to her! You don't get to talk to her!" yelled Nikki at Veronica, scowling at her. Veronica laid flat down on her back, pouting up at Nikki. Nikki didn't care about Veronica's state of being in this moment, only wretched when Sammi appeared scared. "Leave her alone and leave me alone," Nikki said, grasping Sammi's arm lightly as he led them away from Veronica. Sammi couldn't help look back at Veronica, wondering if she had any idea of what was really happening. Nikki took Sammi to another empty hallway, the music almost a bit louder from where they stood. Sammi rested against the wall, unable to look Nikki in the eye even when she could feel Nikki's on her. "Got nothing to say?" asked Nikki.
"Thank you," mumbled Sammi, looking down at her feet.
Nikki scoffed, shaking his head. "Is that really all?" Sammi stayed silent. Nikki stepped closer to Sammi, lightly taking his hands to cup Sammi's cheeks, cradling her face. He brought her eyes to meet his, a loving brown meeting a foggy hazel. Just from the simple tough of something so innocent, a flush of pink stained Sammi's cheeks. Nikki couldn't help but crack a small smile, missing the sweet face. Alas, the unfortunate always comes. "I know you and Vince had sex," said Nikki, dropping his hands and stepping back.
"What?" uttered Sammi, lips parting in shock, deep wrinkles setting in between her brows.
Nikki only shrugged his shoulders. "I guess you aren't that great anymore to keep him around," said Nikki.
Before Sammi could say anything, Nikki headed straight for the front of the house, hands in his pocket as he ignored everyone. Everything came like a tsunami wave; all Sammi could see was red. Instead of beginning to cry, Sammi marched her way through the party, ignoring the calls of her name from Athena or Sabrina. When reaching the outside, Sammi was able to find Vince in a short second, making a fast b-line to him. Vince didn't pay any attention to his surroundings, talking to a friend by the pool without Hayley. Vince was soon heavily pushed into the body of water in a blink, drink flying out of his hand. When he came up to the surface, Vince was ready to fight until realizing Sammi was scowling down at him.
"Sammi, what the fuck!?" yelled Vince. Tommy and Athena were quick to run out to get Sammi, Sammi pushing away their grasps.
Hayley rushed to Vince's side. "What's wrong with you?!" asked Hayley.
"Why did you tell Nikki?!" screamed Sammi. "You promised!" Vince bit his lip, looking at everyone but Sammi. "Huh?!"
"Sam," whispered Athena, softly pushing her away from the edge of the pool. Tommy pulled Vince up out of the water, glaring right at him for answers.
"Why are you so mad you slept with me?!" asked Vince, Athena, and Tommy, eyes opening wide at Sammi.
"Because it was a drunk mistake!" shouted Sammi. She shook her head at Vince. "You didn't give a shit about me," spit Sammi.
"You had sex with Vince?" asked Athena, concerned. Sammi didn't give an answer.
Emma and Sabrina delicately put a hand on Sammi's shoulders, being the only people who didn't get shoved off. "Sam, we're going home," ordered Emma, grabbing her hand as she shot daggers at Vince. Sammi didn't protest, letting the girls engulf her in protection from stares. They didn't need anyone to judge Sammi as she was only a stranger to everyone. Mick had already left from the madness, knowing he would hear from the grapevine. Once the girls were in a cab, Emma turned to Sammi. "Are you finally going to talk to Nikki? And this time like adults?" Sammi only dropped her head against the fuzzy middle seat, nodding with another word.
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in the end, we lie awake (and we dream of making our escape)
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They could go to Alaska.
Annabeth wasn’t sure when she’d woken up. She’d been asleep at some point, of that she was certain, because Tartarus’s poisonous, suffocating air had been a heavy shroud on her senses, and for a moment she had borne it with a dreamlike paralysis before gasping awake to a sky full of glittering stars. Then she had lain there in one of Camp’s rolling fields, breathing in the sweet scent of strawberries. Safe, the scent said. Familiar. Safe. Just a nightmare like any other, and she could feel Percy sleeping next to her, warm and still.
They could go to Alaska.
They could. They totally could.
Percy rolled over in his sleep, hands pillowed under his head. Annabeth traced Andromeda in the stars. Bound and gagged and sacrificed by her parents.
“Percy?” Her voice came out a whisper. “Percy, do you want to go?”
Percy didn’t stir. She knew she only had to ask and he would wake, but she didn’t want to. Sleep was so hard to come by these days for both of them, and she could not rob him of it, no matter how viciously her throat burned with tears.
What would they do in Alaska? What would they not do in Alaska? The gods’ bidding for one.
They couldn’t get there by plane. Or boat, to be honest. It was okay. They’d drive, make a road trip out of it.
“Annabeth?” Fuck. There was a shifting noise next to her. Fuck. It seemed she had woken him, despite everything. She didn’t turn to look at him. “Hey, Annabeth, you okay?”
“Go back to sleep.”
“I could say the same thing to you,” Percy said, and now he was starting to sit up, hair adorably mussed. “Wouldn’t be an easy feat for you either.” True enough. Since Tartarus, once they were awake, they were awake.
“I’m okay,” she said. Hushed, she repeated, “Percy, do you want to go?”
Andromeda had probably screamed. When her parents had told her, she’d probably screamed. Begged. Fought.
Annabeth had never been able to place how the ancient heroes might have looked. She had stared at grainy old pictures in the mythology books, heroes of old rendered in colour, but Chiron had said the pictures were an imperfect likeness, and he had said this sadly. He had said he remembered them in crystal clarity—Achilles’s swift frown, and the sharp glint in Atlanta’s eyes and the sad slope of Heracles’s shoulders and Perseus with his bright smile—but he hadn’t volunteered any more than that. He had told her that it didn’t matter, how they had once looked, because he remembered them well enough in his mind. It was enough.
But Annabeth saw the photos in Chiron’s office, taken in careful focus, marking the end of every summer, meticulous in record. She saw it in his old eyes.
Annabeth had never been able to place how the ancient heroes might have looked. No mortal rendition did them justice.
There was one exception though, an ancient face who Annabeth had been unable to distinguish in her mind from a modern replica—Andromeda. Her face cleaved in sorrow and anguish, affixed on the mast of a monster infested cruise liner. A masthead that screamed through her gag, screamed through centuries.
Princess Andromeda. Let down by the gods, and her parents.
A stifled yawn. “Go where?”
Annabeth waited only a beat. “Alaska.”
It was a long, stilling moment in which Annabeth had thought Percy had fallen asleep, after all. Then—
“You?” Percy asked, lying back down. He blinked blearily at her. “You with the Yankee’s cap? You want to leave New York?”
“I just—“ Annabeth shrugged, a move made complicated by the grass and her lying down. “They can’t find us there.”
“Hm,” Percy said. He tugged her closer to him. His eyes were closed, but he was clearly very awake. He rested his chin on the top of her head, arms around her in a loose embrace. “The gods?”
Annabeth laughed. It sounded a little helpless. “Who else?”
“Alaska’s cold. And far.”
“We’d manage.”
Percy hummed in acknowledgment.
“We’d be leaving behind the gods,” Annabeth said.
“We’d be leaving behind a lot of people.”
“We could take them with us,” Annabeth said. “We could take them all with us. We’d grab Grover, and your Mom, and Paul and your baby sister and just go. We’d leave in the dead of night, but we’d write letters to everyone else, explaining. I know what I’d say to each person already.” Thank you, she’d scribble. I love you. I’m sorry.
I hope you understand. They’d understand. They’d wish they’d got the plan before, for themselves, but they’d say, in resigned commiseration, Well, that’s Annabeth. She’s always got a plan.
“Plane?”
“No. Car. We’d hammer out those Pegasus hoof prints from the Prius and drive. Take the long way.”
“And we’d go to school there?”
“If you want,” Annabeth said. “Or we could just—we could not. We could just live there. Live out the rest of the days. Send postcards to Thalia. It would be boring. Really boring. But we could go.”
“Sounds like you’ve thought about this a lot,” Percy mumbled into her hair.
She had. She had and she hadn’t. Her brain hadn’t put two and two together until tonight, but the pieces were always there, ripe for taking. Percy had told her about New Rome when he had told her about his quest to save Thanatos, breathless and disbelieving and triumphant, a life for us! Undeniable proof of a life for people like them, a whole life and death in peace. In happiness. With cafes and libraries and a University and a house and friends and old age. But Annabeth had paid attention to the wrong parts of the story, had caught herself on Alaska and land beyond the gods and escape.
In the Cocytus, miserable, she had thought about New Rome. At the Acheron, inconsolable, she had thought of New York. But with every unbearable sip of the Phlegethon she had thought to herself: stop. Stop. Stop.
Alaska was where it would stop.
Would Andromeda have run?
“New York’s a—“ Charnel house. My safe haven. A graveyard. The only land I’ve ever loved. Home and hollow, somehow both at once. “New York’s just a place. We’d be able to be happy anywhere.”
Percy loved New York. With every fibre of his being, he loved it, she knew that. Of course she knew. She loved it just as much. But they had lost so much already, walked across minefields of loss anyway; losses far greater—the absence of innocence, the absence of family, the absence of the weight of the world on your shoulders, the phantom of a beloved knife gripped in your empty hand, the places in your heart where friends who you should have grown up with lingered, because they could no longer linger in the living world. So much they had lost already. Leaving behind a place was nothing in the face of that.
“Do you want to go?” Percy asked.
“Would you come, if I did?”
He’d followed her into hell. Alaska was nothing.
One more loss: a hand in hand, knuckles white with effort. The loss of land against foot, a weak ankle dragging you into hell. The loss of your grip on a ledge, a hand clawing at empty air.
“Yes,” Percy said simply. “I’d come.”
They didn’t need a car. She would run there, if she had to. Dead of night. Hand in hand.
“What do you think you’d be,” Annabeth asked, “if you weren’t a demigod?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” Percy said, smiling dopily. “Untraumatized.”
They laughed. It wasn’t a funny joke, but there was a bitter edge to it that dug out a laugh from her.
“What would you want to be, if you weren’t a demigod?” Percy asked.
“I don’t know. An architect itself, maybe?” She didn’t know where her interests started becoming an Athena kid’s interest. She didn’t know how much of it was just her and her life experiences, and how much of it was her mother’s influence. “Or...oh god, I don’t know. Sky diver? Who knows.”
“I can actually see that,” Percy said. “See you, I mean. Skydiving.”
“Really?”
“Sure. You’ve fallen off enough cliffs.”
Annabeth let her head thud gently against his chest, laughing. “Oh, screw you.”
Percy grinned. “Hey, it’s true.”
“And you’d follow me then? As a skydiver?”
“Oh, you betcha. Zeus wouldn’t even be trying to kill me, so there’s like, zero danger.”
“Except diving to your death.”
“Right. Except that.”
Annabeth could feel her chest loosening, Tartarus’s stench lifting. She smiled. “Do you think we’d have met each other?”
“If we weren’t demigods?”
“Mm.”
Percy frowned as he stared up at the sky; he was staring up at Andromeda too. “Well, I hope we would have.”
“Yeah, no duh.”
“I’d never have learnt about constellations otherwise,” Percy said. “Or appreciate how many times a person can get into an argument about gothic revival architecture.”
“It happened twice.”
“Well, it happened in the first place is the point. And I’m not complaining.”
“I’d never have been able to appreciate blue food,” Annabeth said. “No one to debate about orcs with.”
“Uh, no debating either way? It’s usually me just telling you facts, you arguing about them, and then me finding an orc to settle the score. So.”
“Fuck off,” Annabeth said, grinning, “you’ve been wrong about sea creatures before, too, and you’re literally related to most of them.”
“Well, you’re wrong about gothic revival architecture apparently, since you keep fighting about it with people.”
Annabeth shook her head, smiling. Percy laughed and laid his head back down, closing his eyes. They were like that for a while, content in a smiling silence.
“I don’t want to actually go to Alaska,” Annabeth said finally. “I just want to—I want to go to a land beyond the gods.”
Percy’s hand stroked her hair. It was cold, soft. “You had a bad dream.” It was not a question.
She sighed and closed her eyes, bundled against his chest. “It’s a good plan though. Alaska.” It was not an answer.
“Was it Tartarus?” This was not a question either.
She didn’t answer.
“You know,” Percy said. “I didn’t—I never wanted this. To be a demigod. I would come with you Annabeth, if you asked.”
“It was Tartarus,” Annabeth said. “It was a bad dream.”
Percy kissed her forehead. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. Annabeth could feel tears trail down her cheeks, a burn like the Phlegethon.
“I wish we could go away,” Annabeth said. “I wish—I wish we could escape the gods.” She could not escape her mind. This was the next best thing.
“Tartarus,” Annabeth said. “Tartarus was beyond the gods too. I want to believe that beyond the gods can be good, too.”
Percy was quiet next to her. “We could do it too,” Percy said. “Together.”
It was tempting. There was no guarantee it would work, and there was no guarantee it would end with both of them happy, but it was tempting.
“I’m going to buy a postcard,” Annabeth said. “Of Alaska. Just to remind me that there’s a place. Beyond them.”
“Print one off the net.”
“Hm. That’d be better. Cheaper.”
“Yeah.”
“It was a good plan, though,” Annabeth said, sighing. “Shame it’s never going to happen.”
“You’ll make a new one. A better plan.” Percy smiles at her, eyes crinkling in the corners. “Hey, you’re Annabeth Chase. You’ve always got a plan.”
It was a safety net, freely offered. So many losses, so many absences, in a short life, but Annabeth felt, at once, a thousand different presences: a life saving hold at the bottom of the Siren Sea, a hug in an empty cabin, a kiss in the swirling volcano of their youth, a squeeze of pain and prophecy, the sweet kiss of blue frosting, the pressure of a hand in hers, knuckles white with effort. A warm body tucked into her on a lazy night, the air sweet as strawberries.
“Okay, for now, Plan B,” Annabeth said. “I’ve got it. It’s temporary, but it’ll do.”
“So soon?” Percy looked curious. “What is it?”
Annabeth cupped his face and closed the distance between them. Grass tickled her cheek. “Kiss me.”
#Annabeth Chase#Percy Jackson#pjo#voop fic#me writing PERCABETH FIC?? In 2020? more likely than you thought#this is kinda fluffy. Kind of random#but kinda fluffy
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AIGHT FELLAS it's me ya slut writing a Gaius x MC fic so if you don't like Gaius or feel grossed out by the idea of a ship then DON'T READ IT haaaa no seriously don't read it. Also don't shame those who like it. PEACE! 🧚🏻♀️
Btw I didn't quite finish it bc idk my imagination gets dry sometimes and stuff. BUT if any of you want me to keep writing, then ask so and I'll do it! I'll do it either way but oh well ksksksks here we go!
Victim, Victim, Monster
A Gaius Augustine x MC drabble/fic
Written by @theclownandtheflame
DISCLAIMER: Some NSFW, slight mentions of PTSD (not romanticized tho!! ew!!)
Characters used &/or mentioned belong to Pixelberry!!! All rights to them even if they take ours on a daily basis
My mother language is Portuguese so please excuse my grammar should it be necessary!
MC's name is Athena because,, :)
Final warning for Gaius' haters: don't. read. below. the line !!!!!!!!
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"Athena, I did terrible things to you. I abducted you. I raided your mind. I tortured your friends. I killed you."
Funny how stating the obvious got him stuck in her mind the whole night. Fragile, the bloodkeeper clutched her pillow and busied herself with happier thoughts. As if there were any at times like these.
They had just escaped the island when its effects fully wore out. She couldn't blame "grandpa" for her restlessness, as much as she wanted to. So much to consider after trekking across the ugly truth and all she could think about was Gaius. Gaius Augustine.
She heaved a dramatic sigh before changing positions. Now, laying on her back, Athena realized this was probably the best night of sleep she's had in a while. Even if there was, like, absolutely no sleeping involved.
What kept her up wasn't the nightmares this time. Something about their talk, as eerie as it went, helped her conceal the fact his face would haunt her forever. Because, oh, it would.
"You can't sleep, can you?"
The agony, crawling under her skin, hit so deep she could hear his voice at any given time. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she stared at the ceiling, counting sheeps for a change. No nightmares, no daydreams, but absolutely not a hint of tranquility.
"... Athena."
She huffed. If she knew coming to good terms with the enemy would bring him inside her head, she wouldn't have taken the high road. Her lips still tingled from the kiss she pressed to his cheek. The electric warmth shared upon breaking a boundary she would've never have crossed days prior.
If only her friends could see her now. Touching her lips with her fingertips. Thinking fondly of a monster they swore to kill.
"Are you asleep? Do you actually sleep with your eyes open? You are one strange woman."
"Leave, demon!" She hissed, forcing herself up to sit by the edge of the bed. Both hands rubbed at her temples as she whispered words of discouragement, praying to have her brain raided by better thoughts. A psych vampire who can't watch after her own mind was most likely a joke.
Until she glanced towards the door, slowly, blushing deeply at the owner of her inner voices who simply stared back in awe. So it wasn't her imagination playing tricks, huh?
He blinked. Fast.
"... Did you think I—"
"Shut up." She lisped. Her hands continued to cradle her head even as he walked in, eyebrows arched.
"I was hoping you'd be less fussy after our conversation."
Without expecting an invitation, he crossed the distance between them and leaned into the wall across from her.
Surprisingly she didn't budge. Not until her body flinched at the cold breeze that entered freely from the gap he left by keeping the door open.
"Yeah, so was I." The woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath to keep herself from shaking.
Once aware of the situation, Gaius snatched her pillow and tossed it on the door. It slammed closed from the impact, but it wasn't loud enough to startle the others.
"Hey!" She gasped, watching the scene with eyes wide. "Couldn't you just go and close it manually? Like, running for it? You're a powerful vampire, dude."
Entertained by her fright, he smirked.
"I'm also way too comfortable standing right here... dude."
Gaius Augustine was a monster. Is a monster. She couldn't really tell. Decades of cruelty couldn't be wiped out so easily, as Kamilah strongly suggested whenever she mentioned his name. Yet, the way he looked at her with a mixture of sorrow and regret proved it true: Rheya broke him whole.
He stood still, stiffening once their eyes met, and suddenly all she could see was a wounded hound looking for shelter.
"Why are you here?" She asked at last. A simple question that sent him looking for scrappers of answers he couldn't quite provide.
Why was he there, really? Because she's the only one who didn't give him a hard time? Because she knew how his mind worked, and therefore they had a reliable bond?
Because she's the only good thing left of the Rheya he once loved?
He needn't consider any further. That last possibility drained all colors from his face. Staring blankly ahead, his mouth slightly ajar, Gaius ignored her altogether and hurried towards the door.
"Wait!" She called out. Without further ado, Athena leaped to her feet and approached the man to lay a hand on his as it reached for the knob.
The look he gave her was a haunting one. Desperate. He couldn't bear looking at her face without feeling himself break further.
Oh, how the tables have turned.
He was terrified of her.
"I must leave." He blurted out, but his body remained unmoving. The gentle touch he felt on his hand moved on to his cheek, and suddenly he found himself leaning into it.
What the hell, Athena? What are you doing?, She thought. He abducted you, raided your mind, tortured your friends, killed you!
Their eyes met once more, and this time they didn't go astray. They glared at each other's hues while their heads swirmed with questions of where they stood and what they meant.
Victim, victim, monster.
Both experiencing a strong attraction that most likely came to life due to their shared fear:
To lose a purpose without making it right.
Pulling away out of a sudden, Athena turned on her heels and walked in front of a mirror. He followed short after, magnetized, his hands yearning to grasp her hips but resting on his belt instead. His towering figure could be easily seen behind her as a smile crept on her rosy lips.
"What?" He frowned. "What's so amusing to you that clearly isn't to me?"
Biting on her bottom lip, she gestured towards their reflections, believing it would be enough. By the way his lips puckered, it wasn't.
"We're vampires. Yet we can see ourselves on the mirror. Hollywood's fishy, isn't it?"
Sighing sharply not to roll his eyes at her foolishness, he leaned into her to touch the mirror's surface. The way his chest pressed into her back so that his palm could reach the glass made her heartbeats quicken.
The funny look he gave her through a squint was enough to say he heard them loud and clear. And enjoyed being the cause of it.
"You don't believe Vlad's tales, do you? It's outrageous. The man is a buffoon." He quirked an eyebrow. Looking at the mirror at the same time, the two shot each other challenging glares until she burst into laughter.
"Nah. He's not that great, by the way. I don't see the appeal... and I've certainly had better."
Wiggling her eyebrows, Athena fist-bumped the air upon spotting a crimson shade spread on his cheeks. He'd have pulled away to adjust his posture if she hadn't laid her hand upon his.
Her fingers grazed his until curling around them, her touch so gentle he could barely feel it. He closed his eyes when she laid her head back on his shoulder, and his arm slowly slithered around her waist in return.
Humming to herself, Athena shrunk into his arms and cherished the warmth of his hold. Then, the touch of his lips on her ear, of his breath tickling her skin.
"I do see the appeal in this." He growled, softly, making her body shiver from goosebumps. "Of holding you close to me instead of hunting you down. Of saving you instead of dragging you to harm's way."
The hand he had holding on her waist moved up to her breasts, hovering over her cleavage as he reached for a necklace as an excuse to his gestures. Her heart was entirely out of control at this point, beating faster by the minute – but she didn't care. She wanted him to be aware of his effects. Tilting her head, she brushed her lips across his jawline and smirked at the hiss she got in response.
"Well, there is a saying for that, y'know? Make love, not war."
Having distracted him with an array of kisses on his jaw, she reached back around her neck to unclip the necklace and toss it away. He needn't an excuse. Not anymore.
"So which one's gonna be? I'm warning you though, I'm great at waging war."
"You are infuriating." Without further notice, his hands clutched her hips to flip her around.
Once she could face him properly, Athena inched forth to try his lips for the first time, but he made sure to keep her at arm's length. His eyes, dark with lust, studied her frame before locking on her features. It's like he was seeing her for the first time, savoring the sight of something he craved despite unaware.
He took it in without a wish to kill but to touch, appraise, caress. Taste.
"Kiss me." She ordered, her voice but a whisper as his thumbs drew circles around her hips.
"No, Bloodkeeper..." He hummed, his nose brushing hers as he fought the urge to give it in. "I'm not so sure I am worthy of your lips."
Dodging temptation, he pressed a kiss to her cheek instead. A warm reminder that there's still good in this world as much as there could be in him.
"Goodnight, Athena."
She shook her head. He couldn't leave now, not when she found a way around the sharp edges of his heart. However, he was too determined to cut it short before it was too late. Even if something told him they were way past that.
Averting his gaze not to meet her hungry eyes, he planted one last kiss on her forehead and left with haste.
"Great..." She mumbled, more restless than ever. "Now I definitely can't sleep."
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#bloodbound#bloodbound choices#bloodbound book 3#bloodbound fic#bloodbound drabble#gaius augustine#gaius x mc#yes it is real the cursed ship mwah#bb choices#bb pb#theclownandtheflame : victim victim monster
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