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Imagine (Son of Hades! Percy; Godswapped! Big Three's kids (6/7) or (11/12)

House of Hades Pt.2 - In the Argo II

Hello darlings! Before reading this, there's at least other 11 parts - and I almost had to divide this into two - check on the masterpost - but don't be sad is ending :(

First - I have no idea if I'll divide Blood of Olympus in two because I hate the climax Rick wrote - so probably? Also not sure if I'll need an epilogue - we're not delving into TOA, though.

Second - I'll keep writing! I have a handful of ideas that I want to do next - and the next AU will have Female! Percy - so keep logging in!

Check on the warnings before proceeding, and good reading :))

To say that things are tense in the Argo II is downplaying the major depression the ship seemed to be sunk in since Perseus fell.

Leo and, surprisingly, Nico are the only ones who are able to get anything done in the first couple of days, but they aren't fooling anyone - the white eyes of the son of Zeus seem to be every day a little more bloodshot, and more than one fire happens without no explanation.

Annabeth didn't stop crying for a second - even throughout Will's examination of her and her brother - for at least 12 hours. Then she crashed for another 12 hours - and when Annabeth woke up, she was enraged.

She is going to bring the damned statue back to Camp - and then she will kick her mother's ass. That's her best friend, not collateral damage.

And when her dumbass of a best friend comes back, Annabeth is going to kick his ass too. How dare he fall - for her, not even his closest friend - into freaking Tartarus?

Frank is devastated - he and Piper are coping by planning the future - how they can spend the summer at Camp and live in Nova Roma, how they'll visit Perseus if he decides to go to college in the mortal world. It feels a little like denial.

Hazel and Jason are coping in the totally opposite way. Where Leo and Nico are fueling themselves with determination, Annabeth is anger personified and the other two went in the road of negation - they're both in a deep state of panic.

The sea became too dangerous to travel - the tides answering to Jason's turbulent emotions - and any metal on board keeps exploding or becoming so fueled with energy that no one but Nico and Hazel can touch it.

They pray together - for Neptune, Jupiter, Pluto, Letum, any god that Perseus ever helped (a lot of them) - for his protection. Jason holds evening prayers - just like in Nova Roma - and they offer anything, everything, for Percy to be alive. Everyone goes.

Except for Will, who is in a whole other league. The moment that he arrived at Camp, Percy was the one to settle him, and calm him, and take care of him. It was a side of him no other person in this ship had ever seen - Nico got in Camp in the worst timing possible, and all the others were pretty independent when they met Perseus.

But Will remembers - the nights with hot chocolate, Percy's warm sweaters, a pair of blue gloves messing his hair, the anxiety when the boy left for school, just for him to keep IMing Will every evening - and he misses Percy.

After the Labyrinth, the war, the losses, they reconnected - the prejudices against Percy's parentage long gone - and it felt like nothing ever changed.

It was Percy who helped him coming out for his mother. It was Percy that held Will after he lost Sibele - a daughter of Momus - to her injuries. It was Percy, always Percy.

Percy is much more of a father then Apollo - and much better as a brother then some of Will's siblings. So Will just locks himself up in his infirmary - and grieves. It's weird in such a hard mission to remember that Will is just fifteen and that he is a veteran of war.

The mood lingers, even when they start fighting regularly against the Apennines - and isn't this a whole other mess.

The mountain spirits are pissed - because Hades/Pluto and his wife are really pissed. It's Malcolm - the only one with a phone and a good connection to the internet - that tells them that the world started having earthquakes every few days.

The mortals are confused because most of these are not even close to the tectonic plates - and none of those cause turmoil at the sea. It's just Hades - mightly pissed his only son is beyond even his reach.

Three days in fighting the Ourae - who don't like having their mountains shaken over and over again - the sky also starts thundering. Coincidentally, it's July 30th - they've been traveling for twenty-two days - which also marks Thesmophoria - the greek festival of harvest.

But, alas, nothing is blooming. Persephone is as dangerous as her husband - and Demeter seems to follow her daughter's lead. With the Earth corrupted - the crops aren't growing.

Jason doesn't blame his matron - he is not really happy himself. Besides praying for Perseus' safety, he spends most of his days in patrol against boulders and rocks of all things.

Leo barely sleeps - too busy keeping the ship from falling apart - and Nico is, most of the time, right behind him keeping the ship steady. They try using canons and fail miserably. There's no way to fight against mountains - it's like Dom Quixote fighting against the windmills.

The others, even Will, rotate between fighting rocks and sleeping. Four days after Thesmophoria, Leo decides it's enough, turns the ship around, and solves to not cross the Apennines.

He just hopes Perseus can last another seven days.

Hazel - the only one awake, because this is supposed to be her patrol and Leo finds her the most reasonable out of all their friends, who would probably insist on keep fighting the freaking mountains - is praying. Like always.

Leo doesn't know how he feels about praying. His extended family was very catholic - they prayed for a god that they couldn't see or touch. But Leo met the gods - or, if Annabeth is to be believed, one set of them - and he doesn't like them.

They're petty children who have no care for the fate of their children - the ones who fight for them, go on their errands, keep them alive, y'know. Leo doesn't want to praise them. He doesn't think they deserve it.

But Hazel's prayers are answered when her venti, Tempest, appears aboard. Hazel tells Leo to go on without her - she'll be back soon.

He is concerned for her - like always. Of all new people, Leo seems to be the closest to her - his overall cheeriness and electric behavior are endearing to her, a light in these dark times. Sometimes, his smile makes her flush - just like Frank's did and still does.

Hazel mounts Tempest and the venti takes her, through mountains and hills, to a door. There's mist curling at her ankles and a chill in her spine.

She isn't very thrilled by meeting Trivia - Hazel heard stories of her greek son by Perseus, who seemed to hold the guy in high standard, but she knows gods. The goddess of magic wants something.

Trivia is an imposing woman - taller than Hazel, she has the same midnight skin as Perseus, though hers looks purple-ish, and her eyes are entire universes - stars bloom in her irises and twin moons rise in her pupils.

The goddess is fickle - she seems to be there and not, at the same time. Ghostly. There's three of them, then one, then five.

Trivia beacons to the daughter of Jupiter and she follows, the cursed little girl she is. The goddess offers her three options: Perseus, prone in the ground as she, Leo, and Annabeth battle an invisible foe, the two demigod installments at war, or the Argo II.

Hazel chooses the Argo II, but she promises herself, and the goddess, that she will save Perseus, and that no demigod blood will be spilled by other demigod's hand. Not again.

She will learn how to control the Mist. But Trivia is very mistaken if she thinks Hazel is going to become her acolyte. She remembers well what happened last time - she died.

The Argo II is traveling without much hassle - when they're crossing Monte Falterona, in the Campigna National Park, they are attacked by a new mountain spirit - and this one talks.

"Get Pluto his brat back, you useless halflings!"

Like the boulders the immortal is throwing at them will help. Leo screams this back at the mountain, who is not impressed at all.

Their next foe is in San Marino - a chimera. Most popular knowledge is wrong about those monsters: chimeras are not just goat-lion-snake mixes. They are an amalgamation of any three or more animals.

This one, in particular, is a very... candid mix of a Pyrenean chamois, a monk-seal, a mouflon, and a goose. Not very lethal or hazardous - just very angry. It's the first time they hear Annabeth laugh since Perseus fell.

While Malcolm is chasing and being chased around by an evil goat-goose-seal-weirdass deer chimera that he is fending off with an encyclopedia, the others can't even bring themselves to help. It's ridiculous - the thing is not even big. It's just ugly and it sounds like a honking clown.

Eventually, they get around to killing the clown chimera - it honks as it vanishes - and following route to Bologna. Frank tries to mutate to the chimera during the travel - to different levels of failure - which makes everyone laugh.

Thanks to their two encounters, the crew gets to Bologna at two in the afternoon.

Frank can't help counting the days as they pass him by. He is not the only one - he can see Annabeth muttering the time every now and then - but it feels like a countdown. Can Perseus survive one more week in Tartarus?

Even with the pressing worry for his lost friend, he can't stop thinking about Hazel and Leo. The two of them are thick as thieves - and Frank wants in.

But he knows it's wrong - Leo is a boy. Hazel is younger. Leo bares a power that could kill him. Hazel is his best friend. They're two people. - but he sees them flirting and can't keep his eyes to himself.

It's wrong. Soldiers aren't supposed to date men. Men who dated men are prostitutes, entertainers. Less. And two people at the same time? Outside of a bedroom? Preposterous.

Frank wishes he was more like Perseus. Perseus is all about duty: he would eventually marry Reyna. Or Annabeth, or other pretty and intelligent warrior, and have two point five kids with a picket fence.

But no. Here he is - midday, they are stopping for lunch, and he can't keep his eyes off Leo and Hazel - who are quietly chatting in the other end of the long table.

Frank ponders what would they think. Would the two be repulsed? Would they laugh at him? He can deal with laughter. Their disgust, however, would cut his heart in half.

Nico is in a very similar, and yet completely different, situation. He has been in love - or as close as love could be when you never dated the person - with Perseus Jackson.

He knows it's okay to be gay - he is friends with Will and Jake. He lives on CHB since he was a pre-teen. Perseus himself was - is - queer.

But the thing is, he'll never have a chance with him. Not the chance he is longing for gods know how long. He failed Perseus yet again - he let the demigod fall.

Perseus can have anyone. Perfect Annabeth Chase, Shrewd Reyna Arellano, Magic Alabaster Torrington, anyone. And he wouldn't have a problem with that - no. The problem is that he can't make a choice. Because he is in Tartarus.

Because Nico. Let. Him. Fall.

He isn't even sure if he let Perseus fall on purpose. A part of his mind knew someone would have to go. It was always meant to be Perseus. Did he purposefully let him go?

The rational part of his mind knew that if he tried to fly them off, all he would accomplish is falling into Tartarus with Perseus, probably dragging Annabeth with them.

But the guilt creeps into his heart - again, yet again, Perseus suffers for something he did or failed to do. He can't sleep. He doesn't know how anyone can eat.

A rock for him in these difficult times has been Jason. The son of Neptune seems to be as affected as Hazel or Annabeth - but Nico would never be able to rely on them.

Hazel has her own problems - a lot of them since Trivia appeared - and Annabeth is a painful reminder of everything Nico is unable to have.

Jason, however, is different. They had dreams of each other - something about their conquests, Nico didn't pay attention - and that apparently brought them close. Jason, differently from Annabeth, isn't a competition. He isn't vying for Percy's attention and love.

He is just a close friend - like Nico pretends to be most of the time - incredibly worried about the son of Hades. Nico would tell Jason about how he feels - but the militar roman's sensibilities might not be adjusted to the greeks' freedom yet.

Nico, however, is also not the only one with heart problems. Piper finds himself entranced by Annabeth Chase - even when she knows, she knows because of her powers, that Annabeth is painfully straight.

And Piper knows it's not love - it's the heat of the upcoming war and the hormones of being cooped up with just other teenagers for twenty days. She sees the blossoms of young lovers everywhere.

The yearning between Leo, Hazel, and Frank; Nico and Jason unconsciously sharing long-term crushes on Perseus; Will missing Jake and his parental figure;

She wishes she was more like Malcolm. Malcolm is asexual - besides being the only other transexual person on board.

Before this war spiked from nothing, the boy was just back from his mission for Hermaphroditus - a two-month search for a missing choker. He is still adapting to his body - it's bigger and broader and he doesn't have to wear a binder. Piper thinks it's amazing - he tells her it isn't that easy.

It's not a slow transition. One second your body is something - and then it isn't. One morning, the demigod caught him holding a red binder in his hands. Sometimes, she sees a shot of testosterone tucked in his pocket.

One day, he was a boy stuck in a girl's body. Then, he wasn't anymore. He has the body he dreamed of for forever - and it's difficult accepting it. Malcolm tells her is not exactly body dysphoria - is just difficult to conciliate.

Piper thinks after this, she'll get her body. After all of this, she deserves it - her body, all hers, with boobs and a killer jawline. Maybe then, it'll be easier to like girls as well. Maybe then, she'll shave half of her head and get a piercing. And maybe, a couple of tattoos.

But while this doesn't happen, she is whining to her asexual friend about her crush in his sister. Malcolm crushes her with logic - "Annabeth has only shown interest in men. She might be bi or pan or even a lesbian, but the odds aren't on your favor" - and she tries to put the blonde out of her mind.

Lunch, however, is a little ridiculous for her. As a daughter of love herself, that table is such a mess of yearning and pining and infatuations.

Malcolm seems to be the only rational - but even he is a little flushed. Piper totally saw that picture of Mitchell in his drawer last week.

She couldn't blame him really - her brother is hot. All demigods are - in very different ways of course, but their godly blood made them more or less otherworldly compared to mortals. Didn't matter their ethnicity, their gender, if they're disabled or not - they are all hot.

Piper, however, doesn't spend all her time freaking over hot people. She is a teenager with a friend who has a good connection to the internet, so she does that a lot - but most of her time these days is looking at Katoptris.

She's waiting for a vision of Perseus. Anything - just proof that he is alive, that he hasn't curled in a ball on whatever is the ground down there and went mad.

It doesn't come. She is looking at this ridiculous lunch table, eating vegetarian burgers, and waiting. Just as it seems like her dagger starts glowing gold - two monkey twins sweep down and steal it. And Leo's tool belt and Archimedes' Sphere.

Piper is really pissed. She wants this mission to end - she wants to find Perseus and stop Gaea, and that's her magical item. It's important. So she and Leo go after the twin monkeys.

Using one of the armory's javelin - for lack of a better option - they sprint over roofs and marketplaces. Bologna is a beautiful city - but they have no time.

They corner the twin monkeys, get their things back - and some things pertaining to a god of harvest - Triptolemus. Perhaps if they make an offer to him, Demeter and Persephone will be more cooperative. Maybe Persephone will be able to calm her husband.

Piper really doubts it. If she learned anything in the nineteen days she traveled with Perseus, is that he calls Persephone "Kore" or "Mater". The only other person he refers to with such open childish joy is his own mother, Sally.

The guy IMed both of them twice a week - enough that Piper knows their voices. While Hades isn't high in the demigod's list of people, his wife seemed to be at least number #2.

But they go back to the ship and relay their plan anyway. They set route to Venice. In the hour that it takes them to get there, they're delayed twice: once by the personification of River Ádige - which enabled them to pass until Jason helped with a small problem - and then by a couple of ventis - which Hazel sent off.

Frank, Annabeth, Hazel and Nico venture into the drowned city - Piper declines to go, saying that she is waiting for Katoptris to cooperate - being Nico the only one who actually speaks Italian in the ship.

The city is infested with anteater-like herbivorous monsters called katoplebones, which are pointedly not from the Greek pantheon. It's pretty rare for monsters to cross pantheons - and the Egyptians are pretty good in keeping them under lock and key - but sometimes, this happens.

They aren't capacitated to deal with those. Annabeth has half a mind to call the Kanes and demand an explanation. Pretty sure they were possessed by the gods to avoid this kind of situation.

She doesn't have much time to think - Hazel is quickly overwhelmed by the poisonous breath of the cows. Of course - is there anything in Egypt that isn't connected to snakes?

They find Triptolemus - who is not thrilled with their presence. Demeter - his mistress - and her daughter are distraught by Perseus' missing status - and he blames Annabeth and Nico for it.

Annabeth tries to persuade him - after all, they have Jason on board, and he is blessed by Ceres. Triptolemus - a very greek god - is not swayed.

"Your trickster words shall not fool me, daughter of Athena."

That's how Annabeth became a rosemary bush - good for memory and brainpower. Nico, when he tried to fight back, became a corn crop.

Mars is whispering in Frank's mind - he is not really fond of his father but uses his help to kill the evil Egyptian cows and get a python for the god's chariot.

He can't let Hazel die. He can't see the light go off her eyes - to see the same pain reflected in Leo's eyes. But Frank is so using Nico's stunt as a corn plant as blackmail material later. Not with Annabeth thought - she would stab him.

Triptolemus, pleased, turns Nico and Annabeth back to human and heals Hazel. Then, he tells them they have to eat barley cakes - so they can survive the poison needed to enter the house of the dead.

Proceeding south down the Adriatic toward Greece, a journey that should take about half a day, the crew of the Argo II is first accosted in Koper - a city on the coast of Slovenia - by four monocerus in the middle of the night.

Monocerus, in Leo's very succinct explanation, are "evil unicorns with big feet that can't fly and shouldn't be in a flying ship".

Whoever, the monsters apparently don't care where they should or not be - and Annabeth - still reeling for her time as rosemary - takes two of them out, keeping the horns as a prize. Nico takes one, who is so beat that leaves nothing, and Malcolm kills one with a handgun.

It's not the most practical weapon, because celestial bronze is not that easy to fabricate/find/obtain - so to use it in bullets that will explode and render it unusable it's kind of a desperate - but it's the first thing he could get - Malcolm's double tessen was being repaired by Leo.

Because yes - not only was the twenty years old able to fight with normal blades, he also fights with freaking fans made of iron.

After the run-in with the evil unicorns - Annabeth looks really cool covered in gold blood and curved silver horns in her hands - they proceed across Croatia.

It goes well for about thirty minutes - in Zadar, they cross paths with Sciron. Sciron is a bandit and outlaw, who - for some reason, is assisted by a giant predatory sea turtle.

While Hazel tricks him into throwing himself off the cliff using her new-discovered Mist, Jason talks to the turtle. It says its name is Chelone - that it's the turtle who took Aphrodite Ourania from the depths of the sea to the shores of Cythera - when she was still young, with remains of other goddesses in her anima - Innana and Ishtar.

He convinces the turtle to stop killing people - mainly by saying that he should hunt elsewhere, deeper onto the sea. It may become a problem for his father, but Jason has bigger issues right now.

They go to sleep, and Hazel dreams. She expects any god to come - but who comes to her is none other than Pluto and his wife, Proserpina.

Proserpina is shrouded in black, and her eyes are not green - but yellowish, like dead leaves. She talks - and tells Hazel that the Doors of Death are in the bottom of the Necromanteion - her powers over metal energy would guide her - and will be guarded by Pasiphae, vengeful of Pluto - and, by default, Perseus - for the lack of punishment for Minos.

Her husband is a silent presence by her side. He is not in mourning... probably. It's difficult to tell, as he is always in black. But his eyes hold a weight easy for Hazel to understand - he just lost a son to the abyss. No matter that Perseus might be alive - he wouldn't get back whole and safe.

Proserpina ends her dream by telling her to wake up Piper - the goddess is putting all her strength to send a vision of Perseus to Katoptris - they need one much more than her, seeing that they are able to interfere.

What Piper sees don't tell them a lot - Perseus seems mostly okay, with some sort of companion that Nico says it might be Iapetus, a brand new scar over his face and a bad limp.

It's the last they'll see of him until their eventual meeting face to face, but it gives them hope.

Annabeth herself has a dream - a dream that the Romans give the statue to the greeks. She sends an iris message to Rachel - so she can meet personally with Reyna.

Reyna, on the other side of the world, mounts her pegasus, Scipio, and leaves. Not only her co-praetor is in freaking Tartarus, but they are on the verge of two simultaneous wars. They need peace.

As soon as she is out of the roman range, however, she sends an iris message to Jason - telling him to go to their hero's place of rest - she had a vision from Mars. That she will meet them in Greece. Jason tells Leo to set course for Split, in Croatia. There's a roman scepter there.

Of all of them, the most capacitated for this mission are Frank and Jason, who are both educated Romans, and Nico, who can fly - a very good power to have in unstable ruins.

They're confronted by Favonious, who takes them to his master, Cupid, in Dalmatia. Nothing good can come of talking to the personification of love - such an old concept that the god has been reborn twice.

"Well, well, well"

"What do we have here?"

Jason falls onto the ground - "You think you found true love, haven't you? But alas, I was where you last expected me" - and he hates love, for that single moment.

"I shall give you what you want, Romans, if each of you is able to tell me - who do you love the most?"

Nico trembles - guilt is a difficult pill to swallow - and Frank visibly wants to bolt out of there.

"Oh, are you afraid? But there's no hiding in the face of true love"

Jason - always the brave one - gives a look at Frank. His friend never met the greeks. He might hate Jason after this.

But they need this scepter.

"Perseus Jackson"

Two heads whips in his direction - one unbelievingly, and the other distressed.

"Ah, love crafted in dreams - the perfect mix between me and my wife. Tell me, Jason Grace, was it bad when he looked upon you and saw naught but a myth?"

A laugh creeps upon Jason's spine, and he turns around. His blade hits something hard, and he is on the floor again.

"Such luck, to be able to even graze love. Perhaps yours is the purest of all - not yet tainted by failures and mistakes. On that note, why don't you go next, Nico di Angelo?"

Nico shivers - he... they have no time for that. That is unnecessary drama - to cause unnecessary problems.

A memory rushes to the front of Jason's mind - that quick chat with Reyna in Nova Roma. "The blond girl, Di Angelo"

Nico loves Perseus. It rushes to Jason now - the way that the younger boy stared adoringly at the son of Hades. The drunkness of his lovesick gaze. The despair when Perseus fell.

"Tell them Nico di Angelo" Cupid prompts "Tell them all about your guilt, your mistakes, the way you let him down, again and again, and again."

Nico floats a little off the ground. It's years of pain and sorrow that won't bring Perseus back.

"Will you fly off yet again, in the face of rivalry? Will you be my next servant - just like Favonious, consumed by jealousy, Nico di Angelo?"

Jason sees the memories. Nico screaming at Perseus. Grover reluctantly telling him about their adventures. The way he betrayed Percy - and a dozen more scenes he never saw from Nico's perspective, only Percy's, that made him unable to speak.

"It's okay Nico... I.... I get it."

It's painful to utter these words - it's almost like he is giving up Perseus. But they have a war to get through - and then, when the other demigod is back, they can figure this out.

"P-Perseus Jackson"

And then it's Frank's turn. But Frank is as pale as a ghost - he seems to be close to vomiting.

"It's a costly thing isn't it, looking at the true face of love. Now it's the turn of the brave son of Mars. Will you tell your friends easily, or shall you be a coward like the son of Zeus?"

Frank doesn't talk. Jason doesn't understand why - it's Hazel, isn't it? Is it because of Nico? He mentions talking to the son of Zeus, but Di Angelo doesn't look at him - the Cupid knew very well how to play his game.

"Come on. Tell them - tell them of whom you think before you sleep and who dominates your first thoughts every morning."

"You don't scare me"

"Oh, I scare you very, very much. Face me. Be honest."

"H-Hazel. Levesque."

"That's just half my question, little half-blood. If you want to lead the roman legions, you must answer it fully."

"I love H-Hazel. She is the one I think before I sleep and when I wake up."

"Still hiding. You're not strong enough, Frank Zhang."

Frank tries to charge at the wind, but it just mocks him. It's weird seeing Frank crying - it looks like the world is crumbling at his feet.

Jason, yet again, doesn't understand. Nico is also confused - he looks between the Romans as if he never saw any of them before. But then it dawns on the son of Zeus.

"Not only my sister. That's why you keep gazing at them, isn't it?"

All the fighting and denial leave Frank at once. His sword clangs in the ground.

"I love both Hazel and Leo. Together." He spits out, still trembling. "That's the truth. Are you happy now?"

"I wouldn't say Love always makes you happy. It can make you incredibly sad, sometimes. But you have faced it now. It's the only true way to conquer me."

Cupid appears - in a flash of white wings. It might be the god Jason hates the most - his eyes seem to penetrate his very soul. There's a scepter in his hand.

"Only a true child of Mars Ultor can yield it. It's your destiny, Frank Zhang."

Then he promptly disappears. The demigods look at each other - there's a flurry of emotions deep inside their chests. Frank looked at both of them, waiting for an attack, or for them to start fighting.

"No one has to know" He starts "I'm s-so-..."

He doesn't end. There are copious tears rolling through his face - his cheeks are a deep shade of red. A sob escapes his throat.

"P-please, p-pleased-don't t-te-tell anyone." Frank sobs, and it's such a jarring sight that both Nico and Jason rally to reassure him, leaving their own issues aside.

"There's nothing wrong with loving two people at once. No one will have a problem with it, Frank - fuck, this isn't Nova Roma. Most of us are greek."

"Hazel would hate me though. This is unnatural- I- I can't."

"You don't know that. Hazel loves you, Frank"

But the son of Mars just keeps crying until they both promise not to tell another soul what they saw. It's enough for the weird atmosphere to return.

Midway in the trek back to the ship - a six-hour walk - Nico is too riled up to safely fly with two people and none of them being too fond of air right now - Frank summons enough power to ask the question.

"So... uh... hm... Perseus?... like, uh, I can see the appeal-... but... both?... forget I asked, just....uh oh, sorry."

Jason and Nico pointedly avoid looking at each other. It's very bizarre - Jason knows a lot about Perseus, but now he knows Perseus also from Nico's perspective - and this is all messy.

They go back to the ship, relay to Annabeth that they got the scepter, and immediately go back to their cabins - to cry, to scream, to think.

It's been a day and a half - and they're still eleven hours off Epirus. Leo is pissed - because not only their three heavy-hitters are pissed at something and won't communicate, and they're of course.

Emerging from the infirmary for something other than to eat and mend people is finally Will - at least. He takes patrol in place of Nico - the boy quietly mumbled at his friend that they had a run-in with Cupid. Will can imagine how that went.

He doesn't have a clue about Frank - but Jason and Nico? They have the same long-lasting crush on Perseus - everyone on board knows that. Except, apparently, for each other. And Perseus - because his mentor/kind of brother/bother figure is a dumbass.

When they're passing through the coast of Albany, they're attacked by Khione - who is still very pissed her ex-lover's son doesn't want to spend eternity frozen with her. Leo ends up being sent away - for the distress of both Hazel and Frank and the anger of his best friends, Piper and Jason.

Piper ends up stabbing Khione - while Frank transforms into the giant dragon and burns her - making her unable to freeze them. Eventually, she runs away.

Leo, however, wakes up on an island. There's a sad girl at his side - she is using a modern blue dress, and there's a crown of black flowers upon her head.

"You were not the one I was expecting."

The son of Hephaestus wants to scream. Well, he didn't want to be whatever here is either! But her face is so sad - her gaze down to her bare feet. She seemed to be crying. He settles for asking who is her.

"I... I am sorry. My name is Calypso. This is Ogygia."

It startles him. Mainly because he has heard this name before around camp - wasn't she supposed to be freed?

"What happened to you?"

The immortal girl relays her tale - how she got freed for a year, and then the war started. The gods - Zeus - didn't trust her not to turn against them. So they locked her up - she was not the only one. Leto, Themis, Rhea - good titans or their offspring. Locked away.

She, after a year of freedom that Perseus got her, was back into her old shackles. Calypso is waiting for him for months now - but she thinks he forgot her.

So Leo tells her what happened - the bits he knows anyway. Juno/Hera, Nova Roma, the mission. Calypso seems calmer. They stay together for a while - friends it seems.

Calypso tells him about her year - about how she wanted to explore the world. She tells him she wanted to join Artemis' hunt - but, courtesy of Odysseys, she is no maiden.

He tells her about Hazel and Frank, Perseus, and the love hexagons he doesn't even know he is in - omitting the part that he is now in Tartarus. They talk about Festus - Calypso tells him about how his father is good to hear - how he came to visit, sometimes.

A week passes, maybe a week and a half. Leo vows to take Calypso off the island once the war ends, and she believes - once, a hero as brave as Leo made her the same promise, and stuck with it through the end.

In Cancun, Africa, Jason and Nico are having daily audiences with Auster, the Roman god of the south wind, in connection with the Seven being able to proceed on their way to Epirus - seeing that their ship is all broken and they have no Leo.

Auster is indolent and seems increasingly disinclined to cooperate with Jason and Nico: he dislikes the son of Zeus, and the wind never had a good relationship with the sea. Annabeth also tries her hand at it - but it's rebuffed at every turn. Piper is prohibited from entering the palace because of her magic voice.

Jason and Nico - even though they aren't speaking to each other - have for a long time admitted they don't fit completely at either camp. Jason is still too militar for CHB. Nico is too old for CHB. Both are too free with their personal lives for Nova Roma.

Auster agrees to meet with them and tells them to commit to one side - greek or roman. They deny it - they're both. The gods are both, they have been thrust in a war of both sides, they commune with gods on both aspects and they ask them to run errands for both pantheons. They have the right to be both.

Auster is not happy with this - mainly because he believes they should keep the sides separated. But it's the first time Nico and Jason agree on something - and they fight together for it. No god has the right to define those petty things when the demigods are fighting their war.

Auster merges with his greek counterpart Notus - an amalgamation of both his carefree and his militar side - and sends The Seven on their way when coerced by the threat of a hurricane and a typhoon.

He sends them to Valletta, Malta, where they find the Argo II fully repaired and in the harbor. In the port, on a small cafe, there's Leo - sitting and raging internally against the gods, who once again, fucked up something.

They trade stories, and Leo just rages more. He isn't sure how Perseus didn't ally himself with Kronos in the first war if that was the bullshit he had to deal with every day.

First Khione, then Zeus locking Calypso up, then this Notus guy - they are a week and a half late. Is Perseus still alive after nineteen days in the Pit? Is he sane? Did he tried to get out - and they weren't there?

It's with a shocking gasp from Annabeth that they realize that Perseus's birthday is in three days. They have been traveling together for thirty-seven days now - and they have to get Perseus out of Tartarus before the 18th, at least. Is the minimum.

It takes them a day to get to Epirus. There are enough monsters in their way to start a menagerie - Gaea is actively trying to stall them, so there must be a reason. Perseus might be alive.

Arriving at the Necromanteion, which they learn is just a very fancy name for catacombs, Hazel, Frank, Leo, Annabeth, Will, and Piper descend into the ruins, leaving Nico and Jason - who are both completely useless under the earth - behind with Malcolm - who, since Arachne, is pretty much claustrophobic.

They eat the barley cakes to protect themselves against the toxic potion they must drink in order to enter the temple. It's difficult to swallow poison - it burns as it goes down.

The mist tries to confuse them at every turn - Hazel diverts it. Her power over metal energy guides them - she can feel the basis of the building, way down where they are.

Katoptris burns in Piper's hand. It shows her Perseus' face - he looks cadaveric, shrouded in death. Sometimes he flickers, like a ghost - but he is alive, and heading to the Doors just like they are.

It's enough to spur them forward. Perseus is doing the same journey - from a much difficult side. They will meet in the middle.

Earthquakes strike the caverns, making part of the floor collapse. In a side, Piper and Will, surrounded by monsters in all sides. In the other, Frank, Leo, Hazel and Annabeth. The son of Mars doesn't think twice - the scepter.

He uses the Scepter of Diocletian to summon ghostly Roman soldiers, and as a Legatus Legionis, he does have the power to command all of them. It would be more controlled if he was Praetor, but the actual Praetor is Perseus, and so, in his absence, Frank will have to do.

The tunnel collapses. Hazel. Leo. They might be dead - but Frank can't panic right now. They are alive. They will protect each other, they have Annabeth Chase with them. Hazel controls the mist - everything will be just fine.

Anger grew in his chest. Those are his friends, his... his loved ones. This freaking ruin don't get to kill them before Frank summons enough courage to submit himself to the ridiculousness of telling them.

Hazel wants to cry - they left Frank behind. He might be dead - they might be all dead. Leo isn't much better. For all that Zhang seems to hate him, his infatuation with the Canadian never disappeared.

Annabeth however, is practical. She tells them Frank will be fine - the guy can transform into a dragon. Or a chimera. Probably a poisonous one, after the stunt in Venice. He has an army - it's okay.

Pasiphae is a bitch. Leo hates the woman - she reminds him of Aunt Rosa. Or Juno. Or Lady Muddy herself. He and Annabeth let Hazel do the majority of the talking - but both of them bristle as the Doors shake.

An unauthorized presence. Perseus actually did it - they have twelve minutes, in accord to Annabeth - who Leo knows better than to doubt - to open the Doors. Or he is dead, lost forever.

"It's a pity Gaea needs a son of the Earth and a daughter of the Sea... But none of you are children of the Underworld or the ocean, are you? Not even the acolyte of Trivia."

Everything indicates that she'll open the door herself - but Annabeth can't risk she whisking Perseus away to Gaea before they can reach him. So she sneaks past with her cap while they fight.

Pasiphae goes down to Hazel's illusions. Annabeth opens the Doors, before cutting the chains as Hazel and Leo distract Clytius. Perseus stumbles out, a giant tiger in his heels.

Leo didn't think he would ever see a harsher picture. The tall boy was still muscular - but gaunt as if he hadn't eaten since the fall. There were scars everywhere.

He couldn't look more - Clytius is threatening Perseus, but both Annabeth and the tiger stay in his way. Trivia appears - but they aren't truly winning until Piper, Will, and Frank are able to reach them through Hazel's magic.

Will goes immediately to Perseus' side - there's panic in his eyes. Leo can't see much this far - he hopes the son of Hades isn't dead. Piper and Frank fight alongside them. Annabeth is still hovering protectively over her best friend's prone body.

There's not much need for help - between Hazel and Trivia, the bulk of Clytius powers are unusable. The shared power of Piper (love is never where you expect it), Frank (and his undead soldiers), a very angry Annabeth, and Leo is just overkill.

They win. Will is feeding Perseus ambrosia - there's something really wrong because there are tear tracks in the blonde's face. Leo comes closer - their friends follow.

Perseus is destroyed. He looks like he has been through hell - there's a scar crossing his face and his eyes are sunken in. But that's not where it stops.

Leo's gaze goes down, to the ragged clothes that are barely recognizable - the sweatpants he was convinced to wear to go underground, the once-green sweater - and sees what is missing.

Where Perseus' leg once was, there's a metal one. The boy is curled in the fetal position - his metal leg sticks out like a sore thumb, and it looks like he might cry if he wasn't so dehydrated. The tiger nudges its head against the boy's leg and growls at them, but it doesn't attack.

"I... I can't touch him. I touched him and he started panicking... I... We have to take him back to the ship. He is stable, but..."

Frank picks up Perseus in a bride-carry - a month ago, he wouldn't be able to do it. But now, he is stronger - and Perseus must weight ninety pounds wet.

The tiger follows - when they cross to the daylight, they can see it's not a normal tiger. Annabeth - with a distraught look in her face - tells them it's a skeleton tiger. Probably a saber-tooth.

They go back on board - Piper goes up to call Nico, so he can fly Perseus into the ship. He does, but the expression in his face is so crushing Leo almost wishes they had delayed it by destroying property and landing the ship on the street.

The mood of the ship is yet again somber. No one wants to leave the infirmary - but Will forces them to rotate, so as to not overwhelm Perseus. Hypocrite - he is living in there.

Leo, Malcolm, and Piper - the least close to Percy, even though they are friends - let the others take the bulk of the shifts. Annabeth, Nico, and Jason almost get into blows about it - she wins on the fact that she knows Perseus longer.

It's difficult to IM both Rachel - who is a minute away from depression since he fell - and Lady Persephone. It's even harder to tell Sally - they leave the task to Annabeth.

They harbor for two days, waiting for Reyna. She appears from the sky during dinnertime - her horse has to be euthanized almost immediately after a run with the spirit mountains.

They talk - and end up deciding that she will take the statue back to Camp with Malcolm, the most resourceful out of them. Percy would be the logical solution - taking him out of Gaea's reach - but the son of Hades would probably be unable to shadow travel so soon.

While this happens, the others will set course to Athens - to stop Gaea and destroy the Giants. For now, they eat.

Midway through their meal, Will comes into the board - everyone knows what it means. Perseus is awake - on his birthday to boot. They take their food to the infirmary - to see the boy looking at the ceiling.

He gives them a faint smile, but no one misses the way he curls into himself any time there's someone a little too close. Perseus relays his tale - it's heavily edited, Annabeth can tell.

But he tells them about the leg - but not how he lost it - about the tiger - the name is Small Bob, but he doesn't talk about Bob - and about the firewater - but not how he got the injuries.

Small Bob never leaves Perseus's side. The demigod insists that he wants to go outside - he ate enough ambrosia and drank enough nectar that even some of his scars are gone. Not the one in his face though. Will let him go - but Annabeth thinks that he just asked out of courtesy.

He doesn't have green eyes anymore - they darkened to a point they can't distinguish his pupil. They observe as he sits calmly in the deck, metal leg sticking out, and strokes the head of the tiger, who is acting more or less like a giant house cat.

None of them miss the tracks of tears across his face, or the look he gives the night sky - it's bittersweet.

"Bob says hello"

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sunsetovergatlon · 5 years ago

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My first addition to #nobellweek! And also my first fan fiction ever so... give me some slack.

This is set in the Gallagher Girls Universe, which if you haven't read it it's basically just spy school. Enjoy, reblog, and lmk what you think!

Trouble

Word count: 2,042

Danna had her nose in a textbook on “The French & Arsen” when a knock came at the door. She did not even look up. It was going to be that new girl who was only here because of the family name and Danna did not care for outsiders. Not only did she not like them, she didn’t trust them and trust was the name of the game around here. She still didn’t trust the group of boys that had infiltrated their school… well most of them at least.

Narcissa put the latest disguise she had been perfecting down and looked wareily at the door, but Danna kept her book up. After a moment of awkward silence Ruby came running in from the bathroom with a towel on her head and her shirt on inside out and backwards.

“She’s Here! Guys why didn’t you get the door!” Ruby’s eyes flashed with excitement as she threw open the door.

“Hi No… oh,” Ruby’s cheeks flushed as she tossed the towel on her head off to the side, “Hi Adrian, hi Oscar,” the second ‘hi’ was barely a squeak and Danna could hear Narcissa snickering on the other side of the room.

“Hi Ruby, you look very, um, clean!” Oscar practically shouted in his haste to come up with something to say. For being in the top five percent of an elite spy school, those two were not very good at being subtle.

Finally Danna put her book down to look at the two boys at the door. Oscar was just as red as Ruby and Adrian was flashing that signature smile of his.

“We came to invite you down for dinner with us! Anyone interested?” Adrian asked, sweeping his gaze around the room.

“I’d love to but,” Narcissa started before Danna cut her off quickly.

“Yes! Yes we would love to!”

Narcissa and Ruby both looked back at Danna with wide eyes but she silenced them both with a glare and in a matter of minutes they were out the door.

Meals at Gallagher Academy were always full of fruits, vegetables, and main courses from around the world. Plus there was a sign above the door that stated what language the table conversation was to be held in. Sundays, however, were a free for all. Language was in english, and the food generally consisted of chicken fingers pizza, and other american favorites. Just hearing Oscar whine and complain all week until sunday dinner was enough to drive any person up the wall, trained spy or not.

Just as they were about to go through the threshold of the cafeteria a loud, intimidating and beautifully feminen voice echoed in the hall around them, “I hope you are having a good time abandoning your new colleague Ms. Bell, Ms. Cronin, and Ms. Tucker.”

Danna flinched and slowly turned around to face Headmaster Tamaya Rae. Her expression was cold as ice as she took the time to make eye contact with all five of them individually before cutting her eyes over to the girl behind her.

“This is your new roommate Nova. I’m sure you did your research, so I will leave you to it. Please take her on a tour of the grounds before curfew,” Headmaster Rae said smoothly before turning back to Nova and whispering something inaudible to the rest of them. She nodded and watched as the headmaster walked away. Danna looker with wary eyes as the girl, Nova, finally fully turned to face them. To Danna’s surprise her first thought was not, ‘ew’ or ‘ugh I hate her’, but rather just ‘wow’. Her heart was beating faster than normal as she looked over Nova. She had tan skin and cropped black hair with bangs hanging across her forehead and these blue eyes that just sparkled in the light. She looked like she had been training in martial arts her entire life with a thin waist and toned legs. She was effortlessly beautiful and Danna was… blushing.

Realizing that she was staring, Danna peeled her eyes away and focused them instead on the line of marble busts on the side of the hall.

Ruby was the first to break the silence running up to hug the short girl, "Nova! It's so nice to finally meet you!"

Danna could see Nova tense up when Ruby threw her arms around her and how her face almost imperceptibly flashed with killer instinct. It was like Nova had never experienced affection before. Finally Ruby peeled herself off of the poor girl and started introducing everyone else who gave a little wave in response, aside from Oscar who bowed.

"Well, I guess an introduction for me isn't really necessary at this point is it?" Nova said, giving a side grin that made Danna's heart do a flip inside her chest. The sensation, however, just made her more upset.

With a huff Danna turned and walked into the cafeteria leaving everyone else to follow. She could hear Adrian, Oscar, and Ruby asking Nova questions and making light conversation behind her and for some reason it made her blood boil. They didn't even know this outsider and all of a sudden she was the most interesting thing since Betty White?

A tap on her shoulder pulled Danna out of her anger filled trance and she whipped her head to the side finding Narcissa walking beside her.

"Are you okay?" She whispered, keeping pace with Danna's wide steps.

"I'm fine," Danna spat back through gritted teeth.

"I really don't think that you are, maybe Nova isn't all bad, you should at least give her a chance."

Danna stopped and turned to face Narcissa. Leaning down close to her ear she growled, "chances are earned, not given," before stalking off towards the salad bar.

There were so many emotions swirling around in Danna's head as she threw tomatoes and carrots onto the bed of lettuce she had hastily thrown into a bowl. How could one interaction with a person cause so much internal dissonance? The fighting emotions only served to stoke the fire in Danna as she slammed the ladle back into the Italian dressing.

She turned to find everyone else already sitting down with plates full of chicken tenders or pizza. Well, Oscar had three plates filled with literally every food in the cafeteria except salad. Begrudgingly Danna sat down directly across from Nova and stared down into her salad, glancing up from time to time to keep tabs on what was happening.

"So, do you have any specialties?" Adrian asked Nova who had just put a spoonful of mashed potatoes in her mouth.

"Oh, sorry, bad timing," he said, blushing slightly and running his hand across the back of his head.

Nova smiled sheepishly at him and swallowed, "are we suppose to talk about that? Isn't that confidential?"

Ruby laughed, "not here! We all have to know each others strengths to work well as a team."

"And also know who to copy in class!" Oscar chimed in grinning. They all laughed, even Narcissa who had been staying generally neutral.

The light conversation with this outsider made Danna's stomach twist. She knew there was something up with Nova besides her ridiculously flawless skin. She knew it and she was going to find out what it was.

Danna looked up to see Adrian's hand on Nova's shoulder and the two of them laughing and smiling. The sight caused something inside her to jump. It felt almost like… jealously? No. It couldn't have been. Maybe she was just mistaking her overprotectiveness of Adrian as something else. Either way it didn't matter.

Dinner came to a close and the team took Nova on a tour of the grounds as requested. Oscar and Ruby doing most of the guiding, Adrian adding cute little tidbits and finding every excuse to touch her arm or shoulder, Narcissa happily following along behind throwing out the history of different paintings they passed, and Danna shuffling along at the back scowling and rolling her eyes. Every touch, every smile, every… everything made the knot in her stomach tighten till Danna felt like she was going to explode. Plus Nova kept glance back at her with this look that sent shivers down Danna's spine.

Finally they finished the tour and the boys went off to their side of the dorm while the four girls continued to their room.

As soon as they were inside, Danna stomped off and locked herself in the bathroom. She couldn't take one more second of those piercing blue eyes cutting over to her, or that silky black hair tickling the bottom of Nova's sharp jaw, or watching Adrian place a hand on her toned arms to turn Nova's attention to something else.

To get her mind off of it all, Danna turned the shower on to the coldest possible setting, tied up her golden deadlocked, and stepped inside. The freezing water on her bare skin made Danna gasp and instinctively wrap her arms around herself, but at least she felt something other than anger. Unfortunately the silence in her mind didn't last long.

Her thoughts were moving at a mile a minute replaying everything that had happened that night, from the moment she saw Nova to the second she had stepped into the bathroom. Danna searched for something, anything, that would give her a lead to what Nova was up to, but the girl just seemed so… average. Well as average as anyone in the Gallagher Academy was.

A sharp knock at the door cut into Danna's quickly spiraling train of thought and she yelled, "what! I'm taking a shower!"

A startlingly strong voice shot back, "I need to brush my teeth!"

"Can't you wait!?"

"No! I'm still on Italian time and I've been exhausted since I got here!"

Italian time? Danna thought and she prepared her next excuse.

"The door is locked and I'm not getting out of the shower for you!"

"The lock is not a problem, can I brush my teeth or do I have to go ask Adrian to use their sink!"

This made Danna's skin crawl. The thought of her going and batting her eyes at Adrian and slinking into their bathroom made her almost sick to her stomach. After a long pause Danna finally let out a sigh, "fine. But it better be quick."

In less that five seconds Danna heard the lock click and the door creak open. What the… that would have taken out top lock picker at least ten seconds, Danna thought as she heard the sink turn on. This was a spy school the locks were not armature. Maybe Nova wasn't just a legacy after all. The two stayed in silence until Nova turned off the water.

"I know you don't like me and I get that, but I hope that I can change your mind someday."

Without thinking, Danna stuck her head out of the curtain, catching Nova's blue eyes in the mirror. She was wearing black shorts and an oversized 'I ♥ Paris' shirt, but the way Nova was looking at her made Danna's words catch in her throat.

"I promise I'm not all bad, if you just give me a chance," Nova said softly as she turned to face Danna.

Finding her voice, Danna forced a scowl onto her face, "chances are earned."

"So, how do I earn one?" Nova asked, stepping closer.

Danna's mouth went dry as Nova advanced on her. The way that just a look from this girl melted Danna's resolve was dangerous. Still trying to find her words, Danna just stared at Nova who had taken another step closer and put her arm up on the wall next to the shower, leaning in close.

"Well," Nova whispered leaning in closer to Danna and brushing their cheeks in the process, "if you think of anything let me know."

Danna didn't know if she wanted to slam Nova against the wall and kiss her or dislocate her shoulder, but it didn't matter because she was frozen in place. Unable to move, or think, or speak.

Finally, Nova pulled away with a smirk and sauntered out of the bathroom as Danna slammed shut the curtain and sank to the floor, cooling her face in the cold water. In a matter of hours Nova had managed to win over Ruby, Oscar, and Narcissa while also seducing both Adrian and herself.

Whoever this girl was… she was trouble, and yet all Danna could think about was the subtle pink of Nova's lips.

#novaartino #renegages #ruby tucker #oscarsilva #narcissa cronin #dannabell #nobell #novanna #nobellweek #nobell2020 #adrian everhart

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stormhawksplanb · 5 years ago

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Plan B: A Storm Hawks Fanfic!

A/N: As perusal here’s a master list! For those on mobile check my Plan B hashtag for all of the chapters! This chapter is painfully short- but I had no choice ^u^

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------------Chapter 6

The wait became almost grueling. I spent the last 15 minutes of the two hours on the condor and I felt about ready to explode. The original plan was to take a long nap in the movie room, and after everything that happened over the last two days, it was much needed. Crashing a skimmer', running around looking for gear, getting kidnapped, then rescued, it was exhausting. Even still I couldn't find it in me to rest. Gear herself was pretty hyper and was running around. I watched her race around for a couple more minutes before finally getting off the sofa and walking towards the cockpit, hoping to find something better to pass time.

Everyone seemed to be in a bit of a buzz over the contest as well. Piper was going on about the detailed crystals that had been done with watercolors. Finn was whining about not being able to buy a statue that vaguely looked like him. Junko and Aerrow seemed to be laying back on the railings and stork seemed uninterested.

"Hey guys..." Immediately everyone's faces turned towards me, either in anticipation or to greet my presence.

"If anyone is thinking I have news on the winners, it's only been 20 minutes."

Everyone simultaneously groaned, and I couldn't help but chuckle. Piper shook her head and walked over to me. Then she guided me to sit down at the round table.

"I don't know about you, but the wait is absolutely killing me." Her hand shot up to her chest, and for a second it felt like we were all just young kids, with little to nothing to worry about. Then I remembered something I wanted to ask them.

"Actually Piper, my mind's been pretty foggy after all the excitement. I've been thinking about something else that's been kind of important..."

"oh yeah? Well what is it?"

I held my breath for a few short seconds before releasing it.

"Ravess."

The weight around us grew heavier as the moment past. Piper and Aerrow started sharing glances with each other, and I could see stork giving me a disapproving glare from the steering wheel of the Condor. Piper looked back at me as soon as she got the nod of approval from Aerrow.

"Ravess is... Was A Talon General for Master Cyclonis. The last time we saw her she helped us find a way to a door to the other side of Atmos. We haven't seen her since then..."

A heavy sigh left my lips. Something wasn't right. No one was telling me anything. Or at the very least, being dishonest. My skin jumped when I heard sirens outside go off.

"What's that!?"

Before I knew it everyone was rushing over to the exit, Aerrow leading the way, beckoning me to follow.

"It's a warning siren. We're about to go under attack!"

Attack? Was he for real? Even so I followed then out, and the whole Terra seemed unfamiliar. There was dark clouds blocking the night sky, and the air seemed cold. All I was able to process was a loud 'NOVA DUCK!' before hitting the ground, blacking out. A gag that I really wish would stop happening.

I'm not sure how long went by before seeing the sun rising in the distance. my head throbbing, and I winced at it. All around me there was destruction. My heart sank and I stood up, feel gears light paws climbing up my legs and back, perching herself on my shoulder.

We really were under attack that night. And I just wanted a break. I wanted to cry if I'm honest, but my mind went for something else entirely. The condor and the storm hawks were nowhere to be seen. In fact no one was. I hardly realized it but I was buried under rubble. I looked down at my leg after a shooting pain went through it. I tried to take another step but my ankle felt sprained as well. My groan caught Gear's Attention, and she tried to lick away the pain away.

A hardy chuckle came out before I fell back down to the ground, about ready to scream. I've been through so much already. The loss of my home Terra, my own family having to leave me behind, and just when I was in a place of peace and happiness, we were attacked. My mind raced to when I was younger.

My home Terra was always so beautiful. And it was under so much cloud coverage, most people didn't know we even existed. That was until one day, a neighboring Terra sent out a warning to our communication towers, warning us about a Cyclonian attack. I can barely remember it but, the feeling still existed. Our Terra was scared. Not just for our sake but for the Nova crystal's sake. If any of our crystals got into Cyclonian hands Atmos could be in such great danger. We tried to push for our Sky knight to protect us but the night he promised to do so, he fled. I watched him fly off from the Terra, to scared and in shock to call out for him. That's when it all happened.

Crystal charges dropped from the skies, above the reddened clouds. They destroyed everything, and you could hear a booming voice come from the ships, demanding us to give in or we would suffer the consequences. Yet somehow among all the fear and pain our Terra felt, we didn't back down. For once in my life I saw a whole Terra protect itself. It was just a shame that it was only a front. A distraction, for the sister to the sky knight, my mother, was told to hand over the rights of the Terra to the only existing child. Me. The Argonians all fled, leaving me behind with what renamed of the crystals.

It didn't stop there. A few days later they returned. Our once gorgeous and lush fields and crops were turned into nothing but coal and dirt. They made sure that there was no survivors. They forced me to hideaway in a secret cavern craved into the side of the Terra. I stayed there for days, not eating, and hardly sleeping. When I finally got the guts to resurface everything changed. It was like my home wasn't my home. It was a giant pit of nothing. And so from there on out I was forced to make due with the scraps of my Terra. My home.

I shook from that memory and I lost it, finding my bag and taking out my crystal, I remembered a few stalls where there might be some other crystals leftover from the attack, anything to get a signal out. My only issue was, I'm extremely 'self taught' everything a sky knight needs to know. And when your whole Terra is laid to waste, that's not much. Finding a crystal that vaguely reminded me of a lightening crystal, I found a pipe and a few other bits of metal and I did what I could to make a safe conductor for my crystals. I aimed my DIY project to the sky and triggered it. A few moments went by, and I heard the sounds of skimmers off behind me.

At once I looked behind me, and as soon as I did Piper had slid up to me on her heliscooter. She seemed extremely concerned for me. Between the tears drenching my face, and my shaking body, I don't blame her.

"Nova! We've been looking for you forever! Are you okay? Is anything broken!?"

"No. I'm fine... My ankles sprained but that's it."

Even with my attempt at acting ok, it didn't seem to fool her in the bit. Either way she offered me a ride back to the Condor. The rest of the squad was sitting at a round table of the cockpit. I was forced to sit next to stork who grimaced at my bruised and dirty appearance, slightly scooting away from me. I gave a quick grunt out loud as I shifted my foot. The others were probably staring at me, but Piper quickly explained that I wasn't in need of any major medical attention. And Aerrow continued the meeting.

"As we all know, Ravess had been gathering the Cyclonian talons that were left behind after we defeated Master Cyclonis herself. This attack wasn't on her list of Terras to destroy though. Which means she had to track us down..."

I looked up at Aerrow, trying not to look sore. He met my eyes with a grown.

"Junko and Radarr went looking for anything she could have used to track us... We found a tracker attached to your Nova crystal. She didn't care about the crystal itself, but she did use you as bait. And that's our fault..."

I tilted my head to the side, not fully understanding him.

"I hate to ask this, but why isn't it my fault? I messed with her carrier ship, er- tried too, and you guys had to come save me... Wait..."

He gave me a sympathetic smile.

"She must have known that you were hanging out around us and used you to find us. We don't have the best track record with Ravess. She even warned us that we weren't exactly on the same side when she helped us hunt down master Cyclonis."

I ran my hands down my face out of frustration. Not wanting to know what we were gonna do but still:

"So what are we going to do?"

This is where things got kind of sensitive. No one wanted to make eye contact with me, in fact they all looked extremely guilty of anything. I heard a tongue click come from my side. I turned towards stork and he was the one to break the ice

"Not we, but us. You are getting dropped off at the nearest Terra. That way you don't get in the way-"

I crinkled my nose in anger and before I could say anything Piper spoke over me.

"What he means, is we can't afford you getting hurt. No offense but, you don't seem like the fighting type. Your just a civilian.

Something in me snapped and I stood up as quick as I could and I walked away from the table, my hands going numb as I clenched them. All I remember saying to then next was something I never thought I'd tell anyone.

"This was my war way before it was yours. I'm not just gonna stand and twirl my thumbs."

#storm hawks #stormhawks #oc #nova #planb

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lothirielswanmarvel · 5 years ago

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—XANDAR—

“Yo, Groot! Keep up! If you run into another wall because of that damn game, I'm recording it and showing it to Drax.”

“I am Groot.” The tree spat without looking up from the small screen.

We strode across the open pavilions of the Nova capitol. The city was magnificent; bright squares, water fountains, massive spirals of buildings. It had a futuristic tinge to it—like Star Trek, but I couldn't remember what that was.

“Have you ever tried replacing that thing with a book?” I asked.

Rocket gave me a weird look. “What's a book?”

My eyes widened and I looked away without a word. Rocket had a certain feel to him...a passive aggressiveness. But he cared. All of the snide comments, the special attention he took to Groot, it was because Rocket cared. I could work with that.

“Isn't there anything else you're interested in, sweetie?” I looked over at Groot.

He barely glanced up from his machine. “I am Groot.”

“Woah! Have some respect, young man! When we get back to the ship, I'm rinsing your mouth out with a bar of soap,” Rocket’s lip curled up in disgust. “No more spending time on Uncle Quill’s screens.”

“I am Groot!”

Rocket translated, “Oh, that's true. He likes cheesecake. But cheesecake ain’t gonna redeem you for what you said.”

I shrugged as we started to ascend the ramp. We had a marvelous view of the square, and the pools of water shimmering like a blanket of diamonds under the heat of two suns. Two shadows instead of one followed me up the slope instead of one.

I pressed a finger to my lip. “Cheesecake is good. There’s got to be other things that you like...have you ever thought of starting an environmental awareness club or something?”

“I am Groot.”

“Wait, you did? Drax ate the berries you invited? That's rude.” Rocket said.

We stopped at the front of a building.

I shielded my face from the sweltering orbs in the sky. “So what are we doing here?”

“Negotiations, kinda. We meet with the Ravagers every now and then, show off the cool junk we got, exchange information.” Rocket replied.

I walked in beside him, followed by the sounds of Groot’s video game. The inside was dark and full of neon lights. We ended up at a booth in the corner; Rocket insisted that Groot was too young for the bar.

I crossed my legs beneath the table and felt my shoulders straighten—I must’ve done it a lot, before. It felt natural, even though it seemed too professional. Groot’s game continued to make imitations of explosions.

“Mute that thing, would ya?” Rocket snapped. “Jeez, should’ve given you Quill’s headphones.”

I glanced over at the screen. Groot’s console shone bright against the windowless room. “What are you playing?”

“I am Groot.”

Rocket made a face. “Some stupid game called ‘Galaga.’ Quill and his stupid human crap…”

I leaned over. “If you use your branches to hold it up, maybe it’ll be easier to use the controls with your fingers.”

“Don't encourage him!” Rocket complained.

A waiter came over with crystals for teeth and neon-colored hair. Rocket ordered a few drinks and a slice of cheesecake for Groot. Groot took my advice and angled the screen so I could watch.

“You’re really good,” I said, impressed. “He is awesome at this, did you teach him, Rocket?”

“I am Groot.”

“You learned it from me…? You watch me when I'm flying the ship,” There was a crack of emotion in Rocket’s voice.

“I am Groot.” He offered me the controller.

My eyes widened. He barely looked up from the game since I’d arrived. Now his tawny eyes stared into mine, warm and tender against the exotic streaks of color across the room.

“Thank you, I don't think I’ll get anywhere near your high score though. What do I press again?” Groot pointed out the right buttons and the screen came to life. Little dots started flying around the screen.

—AVENGERS COMPOUND, 2018—

“Get that one—yes yes yes!” Thor’s arms tightened around me from behind as I pressed the buttons on the controller.

“You get so excited when we play this, it's adorable,” I smiled as Dragon Age: Inquisition came to a cutscene.

“I love spending time with you,” Thor replied, pressing a kiss on my neck, “and killing demons together—” another kiss, “and fighting dragons together.” his beard tickled my collarbone.

“ Honey ! We have company.” I hissed, resisting a smile as he nuzzled into my neck.

“It’s cool, Ms. Angie. You guys are like my OTP,” Ned was a friend of Peter Parker’s, who sat on the loveseat next to him with the other controller. “Besides Wanda and Vision—but I'm still upset that Clintasha never happened.”

Parker’s face scrunched up. Shuri was sitting down by the coffee table, eyes trained on the screen. She could probably solo everything, but for now, we were kept around as a few disposable lackeys. “Templar Ned of the Silver! Get your head in the game! Chaplain Korg of the Seven Kingdoms, diverge on that lava demon!”

Thor’s new friend from space made of rocks overpowered the other half of the couch, while the caterpillar-like creature Meep curled up in the armchair.

“Hey Thor, can we vote in Admiral Shuri of Dragonstone as our new Asgardian general? I think she’d be good for the job,” Korg replied. A loose pebble fell from his shoulder when he talked.

“Keep up the pace, ladies! You’re making the picture of Agent Carter in my room cry!”

“Hmm. We’ll consider it,” Thor’s lips brushed against my ear. “What do you think, Khaleesi?”

“I think Shuri would overthrow you and take the throne.” I admitted. As I muttered the words, Shuri let out a battle cry as the screen exploded with light.

Thor nodded. “Fair enough.”

Shuri shot up from the ground, waving her controller in the air. “Victory, peasants! Yes!”

I was suddenly buried in a tidal wave of muscle as Thor peppered me with kisses. I couldn't help laughing. “Thor, stop it—”

—*—

I looked up from Groot’s game. “This is so cool—you should show it to Rocket, I'm sure he’d love to know how to play.”

I returned the game back to Groot. Rocket shot me something close to a thankful look as Groot scooted closer to him and started pointing at the screen.

What's an OTP? And who the hell is Templar Ned of the Silver?

I thought about the faces that had flashed through my mind, grasping at the memory before it could be locked away with the rest. I mulled over them for some time until the table shook.

I looked up. A thin man dressed in red leather sneered with crooked teeth from the other side of the booth.

“Kraglin,” Rocket greeted him as he leaned back on the seat.

“ ‘Ey Fuzzy. Where’s Quill?” Kraglin glanced at me. “And who’s the fairy?”

“Quill is busy.” Rocket rolled his eyes as if it were an obvious question.

“Doin’ what?”

“Grocery shopping. He pulled the shortest stick,” Rocket snapped.

“And the fairy?” Kraglin’s hair was piled up on the top of his head, topped with some kind of red attachment. It was like he added the extra inches on purpose, to appear more intimidating.

“Fairy?” I asked.

“Yeah. You got the face of one—like those elvy dudes on Alfheim,” Kraglin’s eyes narrowed with skepticism.

“This is our new recruit. Found her floating around in the middle of nowhere.” Rocket answered.

Kraglin nodded. He glanced down at the table when he asked another question, “Did...did Nebula get that hat I sent ‘er?”

“I am Groot.”

“We know, you have a low opinion of hats.” Rocket sighed at Groot.

“It's not a hat. It's a beanie,” Kraglin said defiantly.

“What the hell’s a beanie?”

“Something soft you put on your head!” Kraglin’s hands crumpled into fists on the table. “Did she like it?”

“How the hell should I know! Nebula hates everything. Enough with the interrogation, already.” Rocket stood on the cushions so he was eye level with Kraglin. “What do ya got?”

Kraglin started to admire the tips of his gloves. “The Ravagers got some shiny things...some secrets too.”

“Shiny things?” Rocket leaned forward, greed glinting in his eyes.

“What secrets?” I asked politely.

“Forget the intel! Show us the goods!” Rocket complained.

From the look on Kraglin’s face, the “goods” weren't as good as he claimed. I tried to think—I didn't have much to work with. I still barely knew the Guardians, and even if I did have my old memories, there was nothing valuable about them.

Except for what Peter told me…

“You’re speaking to someone who keeps a bomb in a box.” I said, straightening in my seat as I felt all eyes on me. “The Guardians already have a fine collection of shiny things.”

“Collections can always grow,” Rocket pointed out.

“Secrets can be more valuable, and lead to other shiny things.” I said. My voice stayed light and calm and neutral—it was activated on instinct. “From what I’ve gathered in the time I’ve spent with the Guardians, the Ravagers are one of our closest contacts.”

“Contacts?” Kraglin shot Rocket a shocked expression.

“It's a big galaxy. We have friends in high places. But we will not deny our close relations with the Ravagers,” I finally leaned forward, capturing Kraglin with my eyes. “If you tell us what we need to know, the Ravagers may benefit greatly. Our victories are our traders’ victories.”

I had managed to capture Groot’s attention away from his game again. Rocket and Groot gaped at me. Part of me was shocked: someone taught me how to bargain. Not even that: I could slay with words. Was I a politician?

Kraglin struggled for words across the table, “Yeah, but…”

He already gave me the leverage to seal the deal. “I’m sure our other companions, including Nebula, would be grateful for your contribution.”

Kraglin sat there for a minute, his foot tapping underneath the table. Then he caved. “Alright. We got some shiny things, but we found somebody… a shiny man.”

Rocket and I exchanged a look. “There’s some rumors about him. He’s been sniffin’ around the galaxy. Don't know what he's up to...but he may be guardin’ a heap of units somewhere. Or he’s lookin’ for one. Either way, we get the feelin’ that there’s some money in that lead.”

Rocket whistled. “We hit the jackpot! This is better than any casino I've ever been to.”

Kraglin unfolded a piece of paper from his jacket pocket and slid it over the table to me. When I reached for it, he caught my gaze.

“Be careful with that lead. There’s a reason us Ravagers haven't pursued it ourselves. And tell Nebula…” He swallowed and glanced at the counter. “Tell ‘er that ‘er nails look pretty.”

I nodded, finding myself smiling sweetly as I handed the slip to Rocket. He kissed the paper and stuffed it into his suit.

Kraglin stood from the booth and nodded to us. “Looks like you lucked out there, Fuzzy.”

“Damn right I did.”

Kraglin looked at me. “I wasn't talkin’ about the lead.”

#evangeline green: the eternal horizon #thor #thor odinson #thor x reader #peter quill #peter quill x reader #rocket racoon and groot #rocket raccoon #groot #avengers #marvel #guardians of the galaxy #kraglin

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itsalliepg · 6 years ago

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What Happened In Vegas - Drake x Erika (MC) - Part 3

SUMMARY: Drake and Erika (MC) are ready to tell their friends about her pregnancy, and find someone from the gang’s past. How Erika will react?

PAIRING: Drake x Erika

RATING: Teen

WORDS: 1599

NOTE: English isn’t my native language. I write to practice and learn, so please sorry any mistakes. I hope you like it, and if you do, I’d appreciate if you like/comment/reblog!

Click here to read Part 1 Part 2

Tagging @cora-nova @texaskitten30

The next day, Erika swayed between the peaceful calm and the nervousness that could make her explode. Drake was relaxed, making jokes and kissing her often, so she could tell he was excited in his own way. And that was what she could hold on to. His happiness was her happiness. If he was smiling, so was she. So, nothing could ruin it. Nothing.

Not even Maxwell when he saw them coming to the palace. Erika flinched when she saw him rushing to her and Drake and wrapping his arms around the couple.

_My OTP! How I missed you both! – he said, his usual grin on his face.

_Ugh, Maxwell, be careful! – Drake was worried that this might be too much for Erika. They should tell soon.

_Sorry, you know I can get carried away when it comes to my best friends!

_Oh, believe me, Maxwell, we know that – Hana approached the group and hugged Drake and Erika. The women pulled back exchanging a knowingly look. Hana was the only one who knew the reason for this meeting.

_I’ve said so much fluff makes me nauseous – Olivia’s voice came from behind Erika, who pulled her into a tight hug – I missed you too – Olivia patted Erika’s back, an uncomfortable but happy smile in her face – hey, Drake – they shook hands.

_It’s nice to see you, Olivia – he said respectfully – so, what are we waiting for to get in?

_Hana and I were waiting for you, so nothing! Let’s go! – Maxwell said, cheerfully. Erika couldn’t tell if she was pleased or annoyed. She didn’t dislike Maxwell, but his presence reminded her of things she wanted to forget.

When they entered the hall, they found Liam talking intently to a young woman with long light brown hair and blue eyes. Her fair skin further emphasized the red lipstick. Liam and the woman turned to the group when they heard their footsteps.

_Hey you guys! Perfect timing! Look who’s visiting us! – Liam pointed the woman and she smiled.

_Beth! – Maxwell bounced and rushed to her, then pulled her into a tight hug – how long!

_Oh, Maxwell, I missed you too – Beth returned the hug, giggling. When Maxwell finally left her, she greeted Hana – always radiant, Hana. It’s amazing seeing you again.

_And you, Beth! I can see that Belgium has done well for you! – Hana complimented.

_And you fashion sense never changes – Olivia said as she hugged Beth.

_Same about you, Olivia – when Beth turned to Drake and Erika, the Duchess of Valtoria noticed the surprised expression on her husband’s face.

_I can’t believe…Freckles? – Drake grinned, but Beth grimaced.

_Ugh, Walker! Nobody calls me that for years! – Drake ignored her discontent and hugged her.

_What are you doing here? – Drake asked – I thought you’d be in Brussels now, like, forever.

_Well, my father needs me here in Cordonia now – she saw Erika and held out her hand – hi, you must be Duchess Erika. I’m Elizabeth Roffinteau, but you can call me Beth – Erika shook Beth’s hand – congratulations on the wedding. Drake invited me, but I was busy with business issues.

_Oh, Drake told me about you – Erika smiled – your father is Count Benedict Roffinteau, owner of Roffinteau Engineering, right? – Beth nodded slightly – Drake told me you are his right hand in the company, so you couldn’t come to our wedding.

_Exactly, and I feel so sorry. Drake Walker getting married was something I never imagine would happen. I admire you, Erika, for melting Mr. Grump’s heart – Beth chuckled and Drake rolled his eyes.

_As you can see, Freckles loves to make fun of me.

_That’s why I like her – Olivia winked.

_So, what is the news you wanted to tell us? – Maxwell asked and turned to Beth – this meeting is all Drake and Erika’s idea! They said they want to tell us something!

_Oh, so I can see I chose the right time to visit Liam – Beth smiled, and Erika noticed her smile was languid, as if she was trying to charm anyone looking at her.

_Okay, let’s do it – Drake took Erika’s hand –you want to tell or can I tell? – he asked, and Erika knew exactly what to say when she saw the sparkle in his eyes.

_You can tell, Drake, I know you’re crazy to do that – Erika kissed his cheek and he took a deep breath.

_Okay – he looked at his friends, grinning – Williams is pregnant. We’re going to have a baby!

_OH MY GOD! – Maxwell shouted – Bartie will get a cousin! – he was the first to react. It made Erika feel her stomach tie in a knot again. But no. He wasn’t the father.

_Congratulations, you too! – Liam greeted – you must be very excited.

_Of course we are! – Drake kissed Erika on her forehead.

_Erika doesn’t look very happy… - Beth noticed, and Hana’s eyes widened. In fact, Erika was strangely quiet. And her stomach again reacted, this time she felt a chill that almost made her gasp.

_No, uh, I’m just surprised by this news…I’m still getting used to the idea of being a mom. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to, but I had no idea it would be so fast… - Erika explained, almost stuttering.

_Oh, that I agree – Olivia interrupted, to Erika’s relief – and, congratulations. I hope your baby takes after you, Erika, in looks and personality – she chuckled and Drake rolled his eyes.

_Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny, Olivia – he said.

_Well, I really admire you, Erika. I’m curious to see what Drake will be like as a father – Beth smiled languidly again, this time looking at Drake. Erika couldn’t explain why, but she didn’t like it. The friends greeted the couple, and the duchess just wished that this would be over quickly. She thought she was fine with that, but she wasn’t. Not when Maxwell was around. When the cook announced the lunch was ready, the group sat at the table and talked animatedly while eating. Erika chose her words prudently, afraid of letting something slip. Hana, sitting next to her, discretely squeezed her hand, showing that everything was fine – so, uh, tell me about yourself, Erika – Beth said – I know you were a waitress in New York, and now you’re a duchess, I imagine your life in America it was nothing like this.

_Oh, yeah, you can say so – Erika answered – I thought it would be difficult at first, but I found amazing friends and the love of my life, and now our kid – she kissed Drake’s hand.

_I can say my life has changed too since I met Williams.

_And I can see Drake still has the habit of calling people by their surnames and nicknames he created himself – Erika looked at Beth’s face and noticed she actually had freckles on her fair skin. The makeup tried to disguise, but they were still there.

_She had even more freckles when she was a child – Drake snorted – she looked like a dalmatian.

_Shut up, Drake! – Beth laughed, and the rest of the people at lunch joined her – he never changes, Erika, I should warn you.

_Oh, how long have you known each other?

_Actually, since we were six – Liam answered – her father is a great business partner of the Cordonian crown, and her family has always been here for meetings and dinners.

_I’m the older sister, I have two younger sisters, Danielle and Catherine – Beth told – and we spent our childhood and some teenage days here with Liam, Max, Livvy and Drake. My parents also know Hana’s parents, they’re old friends. Then, when I was sixteen, my father wanted me to be his partner in the company, so he decided to invest in my education. We moved to Belgium, where he was born, and where our company’s headquarters is located, and the next eight years were basically school-work-home.

_Don’t tell me you lived in Brussels all this time and find no time to have fun! – Olivia startled.

_Of course I did! Dad wanted me to be one hundred percent focused on my work, but if you know me, you know I can make my will prevail – Beth smirked again, winking at Drake. Erika found this awkward, and uncomfortable.

_Yeah, she really knew how to make us play the way she wanted. We used to argue sometimes about that – Drake said.

_Yeah, he and Beth hated each other at first. After a while, they became friends – Liam told Erika – looks like you and him when you first met – the king giggled, and Erika nodded in agreement.

_I know. Drake may be rough, but he’s actually a sweetheart – Erika smiled at her husband and he leaned in to a quick kiss.

_That’s true, well said – Beth agreed.

_If you say so – Olivia shrugged. The friends laughed again. The rest of the lunch was focused on Beth’s life in Belgium. Erika would be mad at that, because her baby, the heir, should be the main target of the conversation that day. But she was relieved they were talking about something else, so she could keep Maxwell from celebrating about the baby, and Erika also could avoid the feelings it would bring. But until when would she live like this? She was supposed to be happy to be a mom, and want to talk about it all the time. That way, she would raise suspects. Like Olivia, who didn’t buy the excuse Erika gave when she was asked if she wasn’t excited about the baby. She noticed something was really wrong with Erika. And by Hana’s eyes, Olivia could tell she knew something too.

#the royal romance #drake walker #drake x mc #drake x erika #fanfic #choices fanfic #choices #playchoices

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ladykateofledfordpark · 6 years ago

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Not Mary Jane (Charlotte’s Diary)

This entry is inspired by Day 6 of the Choices August Challenge hosted by @cora-nova!

Dedicated to @mariaoz and @itsbrindleybinch , my wonderful Jaime-loving friends! =D

Tagging also the amazing @jlpplays1 @desiree-0816 @lady-kato @a-i-n-a-a-s-h and @flyawayboo ! Thank you for all your support! =D

Day 6 Prompt: Hippie

Pairing: Jaime x MC (Charlotte)

Summary: The Halloween party fails spectacularly for Charlotte.

Note: This takes place after Fiona’s party, an important moment in the story. I’ll hopefully upload that entry soon, but as you read this just know that Jason is a nice guy Charlotte met there.

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10.31..2011

Dear Diary,

Only a few hours ago, Halloween was here. Dawn and I already bought everything we needed for the party, and Shane and Jaime agreed to meet us at my house. The party was bound to be somewhat interesting, considering that only a month ago I went on my first date with Jason. So far everything was going smoothly, and I really hoped tonight wouldn’t be the night everything gets ruined.

“Look at me!” Dawn smirked. She turned around, her blue dress shining more than anything else in the whole room. It was too much.

I winced and shifted my gaze, wondering how Shane would be able to bear this walking glowstick as his friend-date. “You’re too sparkly. Change the dress.”

Dawn turned back to the mirror, gazing thoughtfully at her reflection. “Well, I like it. It does scream popstar, doesn’t it?”

I shook my head. “You’re cruel.”

Dawn turned to me. She raised a brow at my ginger wig and simple clothes. “You’re really going to wear this?”

I hesitantly touched my red hair. “I guess. Jason is a Spiderman fan, and we wanted to share a costume. There wasn’t much else to choose from, so I guess it’s this.”

She frowned. “Are you sure? You don’t even like superheros.”

“It’s okay,” I shrugged. “We watched this movie on our first date. The idea behind the costume is romantic.”

She sighed. “If you’re sure.”

Once we were sure everything was ready, we headed downstairs. After many minutes of boredom, there was a sudden knock on the door. Both Dawn and I hurried to the door, finding both of the boys standing at the entrance.

Dawn jumped on Shane, who hugged her back, chuckling. “You look great, Shane!”

He sighed and smiled sheepishly. “Thanks.”

I smiled at Shane’s simple costume. He wasn’t wearing much: jeans, a white t-shirt, a necklace of the ‘peace’ sign. It didn’t make him look like a model, but that’s how last-minute costumes worked.

I turned to Jaime, and blushed when I saw his outfit. He was almost the embodiment of Aladdin in his baggy pants and purple vest. Jaime’s mom always went all out every year, which was what gave us the option to dress up every year. Ever since we were kids we dressed up together, a different movie each year. When I was younger she worked on both costumes, but once I was older I worked on mine alone, and sometimes side by side with her. It may have been strange to other people, but Jaime’s mother was almost family, so it wasn’t all that embarrassing.

This was the first year Jaime and I didn’t match, and something about it broke my heart. It was basically tradition, and seeing the sudden change right in front of my eyes… well, it was disorienting. I guess this is another downside to puberty.

“Jaime… you look…”

“It’s fine, Char. You don’t need to say it.” He smiled weakly as he studied my outfit. Something shone behind his eyes, but it didn’t seem like glee. It was almost… sad.

“What’s wrong?” I found myself asking.

Jaime met my eyes. Once again I was struck by the wisdom in his eyes, one of the things I loved the most about him. “Are you sure you should go like this, Char? We could always wear last year’s costumes.”

I lowered my head. “I can’t. I promised Jason I’ll meet him like this.”

“Wearing a wig for a costume of something you don’t even like? Really, Char?”

I backed away. A strange fire lit inside me, and I didn’t try to hold it back. “What do you care, Jaime? You already showed how much you liked my hair.”

Don’t look at me like that, with your annoying empty pages. He did just raise his voice at me, okay?

Jaime swallowed. He clenched his fists and opened his mouth, but then turned away. “I’ll be in the car,” he declared before walking off. I watched, the same feeling still simmering inside of me, when Dawn turned to me. “Char, you took it too far.”

“Why? It’s the truth.”

“Can’t you see? Jaime just-” Dawn shook her head before taking hold of my arm. “Whatever, let’s go.”

I hated the way she took such a strong grip on me, but I reluctantly went with her and Shane to the car. Ever since Fiona’s party, Dawn and Jaime acted strange around each other. It was almost as if they now shared a secret about me, and I didn’t even know it.

Actually, that probably is the situation.

There was even more silence on the way there. Jaime talked a bit with Dawn and Shane, but the second Shane parked, he left the car. He did wait for the other two, but he wouldn’t even look at me.

It hurt. It really did, but I don’t need him. He’s just a boy.

I smiled when I saw Jason. He was dressed as the other half of me, a young and handsome Peter Parker. His outfit was just like in the movie I hardly remembered: just a normal attendant with a secret no-one knew.

In this case, the secret was his costume. Seriously, no one could tell what we dressed up as.

Not that he cared. And I didn’t either.

“Charlotte!” he called as he saw me. I ran to him, away from brooding Jaime and judgemental Dawn. Into his arms, into safety. He held me close as he gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Let me show you off to a few of my friends.”

I forced a smile. “Okay.”

Jason wrapped his arm around my waist as he gently led me to a group of older guys. They were fairly friendly, which was more than good, considering none of my friends were. Maybe I could’ve exchanged this group for Jaime and the others. They’re not bad.

“Anyway, this is Mary Jane,” Jason said after a few short sentences. I nodded in confirmation, when I realized he didn’t use my name. Mary Jane?

“Nice to meet you, Mary Jane.” One of the guys smirked. He scanned me curiously before his smile grew. “Yup, you’re fairly similar to Spiderman’s Mary Jane. What a coincidence.”

My cheeks heated up. A strange mix of embarrassment and anger filled me. Why did I think this was a good idea?

“I’m not Mary Jane,” I denied, but the guys didn’t hear me. They were too busy laughing at the hilarious joke.

I forcefully tugged on Jason’s arm. At first he didn’t budge, but I wasn’t just going to stand here and wait for him. So finally, after a few more minutes of humiliation, we were gone.

I could finally breathed in relief. Well, those guys were jerks.

“Char, what’s wrong? You acted weird over there,” Jason uttered.

I turned so I was facing him, trying to hold the powerful forces inside. “I am not Mary Jane. This is a costume, Jason. A costume.”

He grinned. “Hey, relax, Char. I was only kidding.”

I huffed. “Fine, but please… don’t do it again.”

“If you care so much, Char, I won’t. Ok?”

I clenched my teeth. “Of course, thank you.”

The next half hour was fine. Jason continued with his jokes, but now they weren’t targeted at me. Yes, I was still upset from earlier, but slowly I was starting to forget it ever happened. He meant it as a joke, after all.

At some point Jason left me to talk to another one of his friends, leaving me alone. I sighed and searched the room for any other familiar faces, and stopped when my gaze fell on Jaime.

By now my anger wasn’t completely gone, but I was still able to apologize. So I forced myself in his direction, trying to ignore the rapid beating of my heart. It would be okay. It would be okay.

Jaime stood on the side, talking to a girl I didn’t even know. She seemed cute and likable, but something about her rubbed me the wrong way.

I tried to catch Jaime’s attention, but he was too engrossed in the talk he had with the girl. I stood there, debating whether to persist, when a warm hand touched my back.

“Hey, I’m back.” Jason smiled. He moved so he was blocking my field of vision, so now I couldn’t see Jaime. I frowned as I tried to pass Jason, but he held onto me with persistence.

Reluctantly, I gave in. “What?”

Jason smiled. “Well, I was wondering if-”

Before he could finish the sentence, someone pushed me from behind. I fell sideways, and just as I was about to hit the floor Jason caught me.

The group of jerks from before started cheering, and soon enough people were applauding “the hero”. I was so stunned I just took it all in, but then one of his friends called out.

“And Peter Parker saves Mary Jane again!”

I fumed. Seriously? They push me when I’m right next to Jason, and suddenly I’m a damsel in distress?

I had enough. “Jason.”

He still smiled when he saw how angry I was. “Yes, Mary Jane?”

I tried not to explode, but I was burning inside. “Was this your plan?”

“It was just a joke, Char. Relax.”

Jason moved to cup my face, but I moved his hand away. His smile wasn’t nearly as charming as it was the first time we met. “Pushing me is not a joke, Jason! You may want to seem like a hero, but I don’t need some superhero to save me! I can very well stand up for myself, and my feet can hold me perfectly fine when people aren’t pushing me to prove a point! So leave me alone!”

I turned my back to him as I walked away. I ignored all the stares on me and my strange costume as I rushed outside. I didn’t want to stay here one second longer than I had to. If that meant I would walk home, then so be it.

Hurried footsteps chased me. I turned toward the chaser, when I saw Jaime’s dark eyes. They weren’t cold, like before, but rather sweet and worried. “Hey, Char. Where are you going?”

“Home.”

Jaime bit his lip. He turned around, and I saw the girl from before waiting for him patiently. He was busy, even if he wanted to accompany me.

I watched him. His gaze shifted between the two of us, and when his eyes fell on me for the last time, I knew he decided.

“I’m coming with you.” He declared.

I gaped at him. “Are you sure?”

Jaime nodded. “Positive.”

And then we started walking. Jaime’s warmth was so comforting, almost like the warm blankets of my bed. It felt so good to just bask in him and forget about everything, as if this beautiful world included just us.

I’ll dream about that tonight. Tomorrow I’ll write the rest.

Sincerely,

Charlotte (NOT Mary Jane)

#choices #playchoices #Jaime x mc #Jaime lewis #choices stories you play #wishful thinking #choices wishful thinking #choices wt #wt #wt jaime #choices fanfiction #playchoices fanfiction #choices august challenge #Jaime lewis x mc #mc x jaime lewis #mc x jaime #charlotte's diary

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britishchick09 · 4 years ago

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sherlock ep 3 the great game livewatch

since i did a live-re-watch of ep 1 and a re/new livewatch of ep 2, i figured i’d finish off the season! i’ve never seen this one, so it’s the first totally new livewatch of the year! :D

ooh spooky beginning!

sherlock is talking to a guy for a case why in an old school tho?

omg sherlock keeps correcting this guy’s grammar lol :D

the guy will get hung for it (sorry hanged) is this victorian england

dramatic intro strikes again!

YO GUN SHOTS WUT

sherlock just chillin

AND SHOOTING WTF LOCKIE

SMILEY FACE!!!!!

john: “what the hell are you doing??” SAME WTF MR HOLMES

he’s shooting because he’s BORED OMG SHERLOCK LOL

omg john almost said the f word :o

WHY IS THERE A SEVERED HEAD IN THE FRIDGE

ooh they referenced ep one’s title in john’s blog post!!!

does that mean john comes up with the ep titles coolio :D

sherlock doesn’t like it tho :/

he deletes things he doesn’t care about like the earth going around the sun woah sherlock computer! :o

sherlock just said ‘hard drive’ epic B)

sherlock: “UGH HELL, WHAT DOES THAT MATTER?? so we go around the sun or we go around the moon round and round the garden like a teddy bear IT WOULDN’T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE!” ...teddy bear?

oh hey mrs hudson

awww she called their argument ‘a little domestic’ :)

let me guess sherlock hates the quiet peaceful world

RIGHT!!!

MRS HUDSON SAID ‘BLOODY’ OMG

and she’s putting the smiley face on the rent ‘young man’ :/

OMG WHAT THE FRICK EXPLOSION

hey is that sarah cool! :D

oh crap THE FLAT EXPLODED!!!!!

WTF DID SHERLOCK DO????

i thought this would happen in like s4 since that’s super dark not s1!!!!

lol sherlock’s just plucking his violin like nothing happened :D

yo is that moiarty mycroft?

ok this is his bro so according to google it’s... mycroft!

mycroft: “a case like this would require... ‘leg work’” ...leg work?

in my holmes inspired series the sherlock and mycroft characters hate each others guts and act like children around each other so it’s good to see that these bros just act cold and keep correcting each other

mycroft: “your business seems to be booming, ever since you and sherlock became.. ‘pals’’ johnlock shippers be like: ;)

mycroft wondered if it was hellish and my holmes character describes his bro as hellish COINCIDENCE I THINK TOTALLY!!! :o

the plans were on a ‘memory stick’ does mycroft mean ‘usb’?

sherlock putting rosin on his bow during the conversation tho ♥

mycroft: “you need to find those plans, sherlock. don’t make me order you” wowoza older bro much?

is sherlock badly playing his violin to test it or to kick mycroft out faster lol :D

this is probably benedict cumberbatch really playing because he didn’t take violin lessons until s2 i think and even then there was an overdub!

OMG I JUST REALIZED I’VE BEEN SPELLING HIS NAME AS BENNEDICT WHY

sherlock: “i’d be lost without my blogger” aww he really does like the posts! ♥ also major johnlock squee there

sherlock likes the ‘funny cases’ ;)

hey is that lestrade cool he’s back

the first thing sherlock says while reading the letter is ‘nice stationary’

john: “that’s the pink phone!” guy: “from the study in pink!” sherlock: “you read his blog?” lestrade: “of course we all do!” awwww :D

everyone’s snickering at sherlock not believing the ‘earth sun’ theory lol :D

ooh a warning! :o

john: “hold on, what’s gonna happen again?” sherlock: “BOOM!” bada bing, bada... B O O M!!!”

mrs hudson can’t get anyone interested in the flat aww :(

some weird lady’s calling what

SHE JUST SAID ‘STUPID BISH’ WOAHHHH

woah she was a hostage??

sherlock wants john to delete 8 mycroft texts lol :D

sherlock sarcastically called john ‘doctor’ lol :D

molly: “why did you say ‘gay’? we’re together!“ WAIT DID SHERLOCK JUST SAY THAT?? JOHNLOCK SQUEEE!!!!! also sherlock is aromantic sorry molly :/

molly: “he’s not gay!!” woah john much?

also that was about her bf sorry johnlock shippers :/

sherlock says his makeup and underwear peeking out make the guy gay RUDE MUCH LOCKIE??

john: “that wasn’t kind” yeah LOCKIE

john: *figures out who the shoes belong to* how did i do?” sherlock: “well, john, really well! i mean, you missed almost everything important” lol :D

sherlock is great at finding out things props to him :D

the shoes were bought 20 years ago just like su lin!

sherlock: “a child with big feet-“ you mean senpai lol

1989 is 21 years ago here wowza :o

oh no the kid had a fit in a pool and died :(

someone stole his shoes! :o

aww john wants to help :)

mycroft is texting john now lol :D

john: “it’s of national importance.” sherlock: “how quaint.” john: “what is?” sherlock: “you are” :)

john is wearing a suit to see mycroft how quaint ♥

john: “he’s investigating now. investigating away” that’s sherlock for ya :D

mycroft knows it all just like sherlock what bros they are! :D

oh no the kid had poison! :o

it’s cool how a 21 year old mystery could tie into a bomb from a day ago :D

NO IT’S CRYING LADY AGAIN

she lives in cornwall camilla who

ooh pager! :D

sherlock is bored WHY

OH GREAT IT’S THE ‘FREAK’ LADY FROM EP 1 UGHHHH

oh no another mystery caller!

sherlock guessed he’s ‘stealing another voice’ ooh :o

aww they showed the guy he’s crying :(

they have 9 hours to solve the puzzle!

sherlock is faking being super sad to get info from this lady oh lockie!

random lady: “fishing! try fishing!” john’s reaction tho :D (this is like ‘daang that’s rad!’ but not as funny)

sherlock says ‘mazda’ weird but it’s cool :D

sherlock: “you’re very helpful” ...he’s not

sherlock: “mr. hewitt’s a liar” SEE I WAS RIGHT!!!

the drops in the lab look like the intro :D

phone guy: “we were made for each other, sherlock” woah woah YOU’RE NOT JOHN

ooh the blood was frozen :o

the way lestrade says ‘columbia?‘ is funny :D

the case is solved yet we’re only 37 minutes into the ep hmm....

sherlock: “i am on fire!” YAS LOCKIE!!! :D

great another call...

why is this guy constantly crying WHO HURT YOU SIR?

a restaurant scene... ep 1 was queerbaiting, ep 2 was stereotyping and this one is... SHERLOCK EATING??? :o

epic 2010 smartphone ;)

john: “lucky for you mrs hudson and i watch too much telly” yas john!!! :D

CRYING LADY SAID ‘BISH’ AGAIN

12 hours now WHO ARE THESE PEEPS AND WHY ARE THERE TIME LIMITS

throughout the scene there’s a snoring sound... is someone sleeping in the afternoon??

a dead 54 actress died 2 days ago... connection?

she cut her hand on a rusty nail dean from supernatural who

sherlock: “goodnight vienna!” *ringo voice* ♫ na na na na na na goodnight viennaaa!!!!!!! ♫ :D

lockie’s mind is racing again!!

john’s dr skills and sherlock’s mind are perfect for this :D

sherlock: “do you want to help?” john: “of course!” ♥

lestrade: “tell me, what are we dealing with?” sherlock: “...something new’ ;)

ughhhh her again!! THREE HOURS HAS IT EVEN BEEN 12 YET???

awww kitty!!!! ♥

the kitty is so loud and cute awww :)

the tv lady taught mrs hudson how to do ‘colors’ aww :)

sherlock went to fan sites for the show coolio :D

...omg what if there are fan sites for him and people ship johnlock in the show besides mrs hudson :o

awwww kittyyyy!!!!! :D

john thinks the lady got tetanus because of the cat NOT THE KITTY!!!

so are the shoe kid, tv lady and creepy phone people connected?

the phone people are bombers so at least that’s a connection

great the phone lady wants help UGHH

she’s telling sherlock things about the guy GIVE THE ADDRESS LADY!!!

wait was that a gunshot

it was another gas leak explosion! :o

the bomber killed the lady oooohh :o

sherlock: “heroes don’t exist and wouldn’t be one of them” oh but you are lockie ;)

sherlock: “you SEE you just don’t observe!” john: “okay, okay, girls calm down!!” GIRLS OMG LOL :D

sherlock: “you’ll never find him (some guy named gollem). but i know a man who can” lestrade: “who?” sherlock: “...me.” ;)

lady: “any change for a cup of tea?” sherlock: *gives her fifty* wowza what a generous lockie!

onto part 2!

the lady said a message was left ‘on the landline’ how 21st century of you...?

other lady: “am i supposed to be impressed?/” this is sherlock holmes we’re talking about here lady

lady 3: “we were having a night in...” *wallace and gromit intensities*

joe: “are you the police?” john: “sort of” he’s a consulting detective assistant thank you very much :)

sherlock sure likes giving lots of change to people in need :)

and he said earlier he doesn’t care about people unless it involves the case!

aww moonlight walk ♥

they’re in the tunnels like the netflix pic! :D

i wonder if this inspired that pic...

YO THEY BE RUNNING

the lady is watching a show on jupiter a gas planet hmmm...

she just wants neptune :D (i know her fave sailor senshi...)

OH NO SHE DED!

the tape is going backwards it’s so weird

OMG IT BE GOLLEM!!!

john: “let go or i will kill you” oooohhh gollem’s in trouble...

yo wtf is going on

SHERLOCK SHOT

who is this fancy french lady

sherlock s n a p !

the painting is a fake and that’s why she was killed?

some kid is counting down WHO ART THOU SMOL ONE???

sherlock: “shut up it only works if i figure it out!” yeah that’s true

aaand it worked!

the planet film helped sherlock discover the nova in the painting coolio :D

the mystery kid needs help! but where is he...

i still have no idea what’s going on tho it all went by so fast!

is this new french lady the one behind everything?

THE WHISPERS ARE MOIARTY OH FRICK

lockie be like ‘oh god...’ i’d be the same way if my mortal enemy was behind the case

why is john talking about strawberry jam with lestrade

oh it’s blood?

cool lifejackets :D

a wild sherlock appears!

is memory stick british slang for usb or just a holmes bro quirk because sherlock said it too

sherlock just broke into someone’s flat lol

and their last name is harrison... george much? ;)

so harrison stole the memory stick and gollem put in the bomb, moiarty hiring them both and having creepy people call sherlock and kill the tv lady, the guard at the gallery with the nova painting and maybe the shoe kid? is that how all this is connected?

john: “i’m not the world’s only consulting detective” aww he considers himself one too instead of just an assistant! :D

HOLD UP there’s a pool... is this the infamous tackle scene from the sarah z tjlc vid?

john is wearing a big coat hmm...

this is the pool where the kid died CONNECTION!!!!

oh no is this the calling guy

why does he sound like a silly american

YO he’s an american pulling off a brit accent

MOIARTYYYYY

moiarty: “jim moiarty! hiiii!!!” lol :D

plz shoot him sherlock this guy sounds so stupid

DID SHERLOCK JUST CALL HIM ‘DEAR JIM’??

the near fake kiss in that one ep makes sense now

moiarty in a sing-songy voice: “daddy’s had enough nowww!!!!’ DADDY WHAT

moiarty said gay :o

he just called sherlock ‘johnny boy’ why

AND HE SAID ‘borr-ing!!!’ OMG MOIARTY WHYYYY

i already hate moiarty so much but his lines are so funny what a villian!

sherlock: “what if i were to shoot you right now?” please do lockie

sherlock: “catch... you... later.” moiarty: “no you won’t!!! :D”

sherlock took off the jacket was that the scene?

john: “you ripping off my clothes in a darkened swimming pool...” THAT’S THE SCENE OMG JOHNLOCKERS ARE SQUEEING!!!!

omg moiarty’s back how stupid

SHOOT HIM LOCKIE PLZ

the music is intensifying...

LOCKIEEEEEEE......

and it ended!! i’m guessing sherlock doesn’t shoot moiarty which is a bummer but hey at least we’ll get more lols next season with them! :D

this was a great season finale! the beginning was wild and it got crazier from there. this is my least fave ep so far, but i still really liked it for how insane it was (and that kitty/moiarty lols!). it took 4 years to reach the end of s1, but it was well worth the wait! :D

#livewatch #this season definitely ended on a great note! :D #this might be the final sherlock livewatch until the series finale #8 more livewatches would be a lot (and it takes about 2 hours for these)#for regular watches it would be straight through with a post here and there #much quicker!#although i still love doing these livewatches #so many thoughts compared to the others (besides 'it happened one night' that was a long movie)#it's time for other content instead of many little lockies #it'll still be a fun time! :D

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naivesilver · 7 years ago

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Starmora. 34. 30 or 26. First, I want TWO NUMBERS fullfilled. Second, I am being lenient and giving you a double choice on the second number cause I know that putting 30 with 34 is sadistic, but those are my faves and I am still giving you a way out.

I know I was expected to write something shorter but this dork who calls herself my best friend secretly hates me, so I had to deal with a flow of painful ideas and got carried away.

Anyway, here you have some Stamora (that I hope is enough Stamora-ish) where I combined more or less all three prompts. I hope it’s good, at least!

Want a fic too? Ask away!

26) tactile

30) all I ask

34) good enough

It happens at night, mostly.

Nothing has changed since when Gamora was the one who needed these moments the most. It’s always her room, or his room, or the bridge of their ship when no one else is around. Only now it’s the Quadrant they’re on, not the Milano, and it’s Peter who’s being torn apart.

Gamora knows when he needs a break, knows where to find him at those times, but she’s probably not alone in that. She is, however, the only one who reaches for Peter during those hours. Not because they DON’T care, but because they care in their own, weird ways, who don’t involve heartfelt conversation in the dead of night. So it’s not Drax, Rocket or Groot (who, bless him, now has a regular sleep routine when not bothered) who go and look for him. It’s not even Kraglin or Mantis, who might be more involved in this. It’s her.

Maybe it’s because she and Peter are more similar than Gamora would admit. Maybe it’s thanks to that infamous, mysterious unspoken thing between them.

Said unspoken thing surely helps with how they pass the time, sitting close to each other and touching, always touching. A hand on the arm, a head on a shoulder, and Peter, for all his flirty attitude and malicious grins, makes sure to never overstep, to never make her uncomfortable. Someone has taught him well.

(Someone has also taught him how to braid hair, seeing how he fiddles with hers, weaving random patterns while he talks to keep his hands occupied. Who knows who it was: his mother, a past lover, some indulgent Ravager during his childhood.

She tentatively suggests the image of Yondu wearing a wig to let him practice, during one of the good nights, and it works. His laughter bears only the barest hint of nostalgia.)

Physical contact does wonders for them. When she allows Peter to touch her, it means that she feels at ease, safe enough to drop down her armour. When he lets Gamora touch him, however, he feels accepted, part of something. It’s only then that he starts to talk.

Most of what he says, she knows. After all, she is always there when Stakar Ogord calls them, or when the Guardians reach some Nova headquarters and have to bear with what happens there. But letting him speak means getting to know what he feels, so Gamora lets him ramble.

After all, he listened to her talking about her issues, over and over and over, Thanos and Nebula and the faded memories of her family, maybe replying with the wrong words, or making a stupid joke, but always kind, always supportive. She is willing to do the same for him, even if with every word that Peter says makes her wish she could just murder someone.

She can’t just kill any nuisance that comes their way(and oh, how the tables have turned for her), but she wants to, she really does. Her hand itches for her sword every time Stakar Ogord’s voice greets them over the comm (because apparently he and half of the other 99 Ravager clans want Peter to pick up the pieces Yondu left behind and become the leader of the 100th one. Which is downright ridiculous, since what Yondu REALLY left behind is just him and Kraglin and a broken ship, and also they’re all Guardians therefore technically on the good guys’ side) and every time they go planetside to meet with Nova Corps (because the officers and most of the people they saw fit to inform about Peter’s parentage now believe him to be some kind of ticking bomb, ready to explode and reveal himself as a planet-destroying mass murderer like his biological father. The first time she heard something like this Gamora laughed bitterly, because if blood mattered more than upbringing, she would have died without becoming an assassin). Mostly, she just wants to fend off whoever makes Peter feel so small and doubtful, so different from the cheeky Star Lord she knows and loves. They expect him to follow in the steps of people he is not while he himself fears that he’ll wake up one day as indifferent and cold blooded as Ego, or that he’ll never manage the new responsibilities that are dumped on him, and Gamora wishes that she could use a weapon to take down all of his problems.

(She doesn’t feel that murderous urge towards Kraglin, funnily enough, because even though Peter winces every time the Ravager calls him Cap’n, because she knows it’s just a matter of time. At some point even Kraglin will stop grieving and he will realize that they’re a family more than a crew, and that Peter’s leadership is different than what Udonta’s was.

Also, the last time a soldier started whispering behind Peter’s back, Kraglin made him stop in his tracks with a wobbly but determined flying arrow, stopping it just before the poor man’s eyes, so she figures that he’s not a lost cause.)

But she can’t, because Peter asked her not to, his mouth smiling and his eyes begging her to just let it go, so she just steps aside. Lets him smirk at Nova Prime, close the communication in Ogord’s face after having called him a wrinkled-ass Rambo (whatever it means) and waits for the night. Then, at night, she listens to him repeat himself on the same things, holding his hand or letting him hide his face in her neck, and when he’s finished, SHE speaks up.

She reminds of who he is, of what he’s actually done for the galaxy (and for them all). She tells him that he’s too much of an idiot to wind up something big like Ego did, and she knows she’s won because Peter’s grin come back, albeit wavering slightly. She never lies, but there is no need to. Quill might be a goof, and a flirt, and too big-mouthed for his own good, but Gamora trusts him, and that alone says much about the kind of person he really is.

It’s not enough and she knows that, but it helps, every day more. At some point, there’ll be no need for these late night chatters, but until then, she’ll be there for him. Just like he did for her.

(Because at some point she’s also asked him what he needed, you see. She wasn’t sure that she could be of any help. But Peter smiled and told her that all he could ask for was there in his arms, and after being elbowed-lightly-in the gut he looked down and muttered “It’s true, though”, because they were alone and there was no need for a cocky façade.

It was at that point that Gamora kissed his cheek, because it worked better than any long answers. Yes, she understood what he truly meant. Yes, she will always be at his side.

Yes, that’s all he needs to know for now.)

#marvel #gotg #gotg2 #guardians of the galaxy #stamora #peter quill #gamora #my gotg obsession includes baby pete and yondad NOT suffering boyfriends and sad cuddles #te se ama comunque ma sei una ciola a pedali

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sin-n-city · 8 years ago

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Ignited: Transpire

Ignited Chapter 3- Transpire

Pairing: Dan Howell/ Phil Lester and PJ Liguori/ Chris Kendall

Rating: M

Warnings: Swearing and eventual fluff/smutt

Word Count: 3,062

Summary: AU superpowers. The lights has been there for as long as Dan can remember. It’s apart of him and he can’t help but love the light. But sometimes the burning and itching under his skin won’t leave until it shines bright and illuminates the sky.

Dan’s life changes forever when he is trust into a world of magic and mystery inside the walls of the Nova Institute for the Exceptionally Gifted and Talented. Dan Howell/Phil Lester, PJ Liguori/ Chris Kendall.

Notes: I hope your all enjoying this as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it!

Link to Chapter 2 Link to Chapter 1

Any possible sentence formation instantly disappears. It takes all of Dan’s willpower to stop his jaw actually opening in shock. He glances from Phil, to the right hand side where Chris has already been let in. He looks back at Phil, nerves filling him because this can not be happening.

Phil smile turns from something enthusiastic to something a little more mellow, assumably because he’s guessing Dan is nervous. Which he definitely is. As well of a whole lot of other emotions swirling around in his head.

“Want to come in?”

Phil moves to the side and Dan takes a few more moments before he follow the que, walking slightly past his roommate.

He’s momentarily distracted. The room is how he expected it, yet not quite. It’s relatively large, more so then he would expect a dorm at a regular school to be. He’s walked into a lounge, an L shaped dark gray couch occupying the space on the right hand side. Directly across from it is a TV, and further down is a small kitchenette, which to Dan’s knowledge appears to have a sink, a microwave, and a mini bar fridge. There’s two doors, one on the opposite wall of the entrance hall and next to a bookshelf, and another on the right hand side a bit past the couch.

He prays to whatever god will hear him that it’s two separate bedrooms. He’ll take a communal bathroom.

“Better than expected?”

Dan glances back at Phil and offers him a small nod. Dread washes over him, because what if this guy’s ability is mind reading? He’s totally fucked.

“Maybe you’d like a tour?” Phil questions again and Dan just shrugs in response. However, his roommate continues as though Dan is not blatantly attempting to ignore him.

Phil takes it in his stride, accepting that as a yes and continuing on. “So obviously this is the lounge room, equipped with netflix. It’s actually my account but I’m happy to share it. Theres the kitchen, we don’t really have cooking facilities because all meals are provided by the cafeteria, but we are encouraged to bring drinks and extra food up for whenever we feel like it. It’s open access except for curfew hours. A lot of nova’s need additional food to compensate for the energy output, so there's always something around.”

The word nova’s being used so casually sort of freaks Dan out. It’s like he’s finally labeled, like he’s actually apart of something. He isn’t the only one. It’s oddly comforting, but at the same, time impossibly scary.

Phil walks towards one of the doors, the one to the right. He looks over his shoulder as though he is inviting Dan to follow. He does, and as Phil opens the door he realises his previous worries were correct.

It’s a bathroom, fully equipped with a decent sized shower and toilet. There are dark blue towels hanging on the towel rack, and an array of scented shower gels inside the shower mantel piece. Phil gives Dan a moment to take it all in before he is walking towards the next door.

Dan doesn’t have to guess. He know’s that him and Phil will be sharing a room together. Dan takes a step inside. The room, although decently sized, is still shared, with one bed pressed horizontally against the corners of the right and front walls. The other one is on the far left, vertically facing towards the door. There are two sets of desks in the room, a large window that they face out to. The have matching bedside tables, and two wardrobes.

Fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, he tries to soak it all in. It isn’t even the fact that for some ungodly reason he got placed with Phil, but for the fact he will also have to share a room, when he has very little control over his abilities.

“I sort of had my stuff everywhere but I've moved it all to one side. If you find some sort of adapter or something that isn't yours by your desk or what not just move it. I’m pretty sure I got everything but I was in a bit of a rush when they told me we would be sharing. So there's a chance I've probably left a few things, actually.”

Phil laughs at the end, smiling widely and friendly. It should be comforting. And maybe it sort of is. But for the most part, it does not extinguish the nerves fluttering in Dan's stomach.

For the upmost time in the past few days, he feels his ability prinkle under his skin, reacting to his emotions as he tries to desperately to keep himself in check. He takes a few calm breaths, willing himself not to lose it just yet.

Phil’s bright blue eyes soften and he looks sympathetic.

“So, I guess this is all kind of overwhelming, and I know you don’t know me or, like- basically, this school is going to help. So don’t worry. There is nothing you could do here that hasn’t been done before.”

It does put Dan’s mind to ease a little, but he still doesn’t look at Phil. Instead, he looks over to his bed. He assumes the one with the green duvet cover is Phil’s and his is the pale gray one in the corner bed.

“I’ll let you get settled.” Phil comments, “All your stuff has already been brought up, just in the closet.”

He gives one final smile before he turns away, closing the bedroom door behind him.

Dan take a few steps, collapsing onto the bed.

Instead of unpacking, he just falls asleep.

He naps for probably a bit too long. It’s several hours after his fallen asleep. His things are still unpacked, and he should probably clean them, or at least hang his clothes up. Dan doesn’t though. He rubs the remaining sleep from his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

He trudges out of the room, opening the door slowly.

Phil’s nowhere in sight.

It puts his mind to rest a bit. He tells himself that it shouldn’t, that this is a school designed to handle people like him. But at the same time, they don’t know what he’s capable of. Phil surely doesn't either. They might be the same age, but he’s willing to bet that Phil doesn’t randomly explode when his emotions are too high, or that there is a constant ache under his skin.

He pushes those thoughts to the side.

It’s half past seven, on the later side and he’s practically starving. He doesn’t know what time dinner is - he should probably get around to reading that manual - but Phil mentioned that the kitchens were always open before curfew, so he’s going to take his word for it and head over there to find something to eat.

It’s only a few more moments before he is out in the unfamiliar halls, trekking back through what he thinks is the correct way towards the dining wing.

It feels less weird as he enters the courtyard. There are others here now. Not too many, but enough, socialising. There's a girl blowing bubbles, literally flying out of her mouth and up into the air in different shapes. The two other girls around her laugh. The blonde one points her finger at them, a small bolt of electricity shooting out of it and hitting it dead in the center.

Dan almost stops in his tracks. He has to remind himself that this is normal.

That he can do that too.

Just like those girls, he’s a Nova.

He doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

It’s long gone dark when Dan finally returns to his room. He unlocks the door, taking a few steps in before closing it behind him.

“Welcome back.”

Dan jumps a little at the voice, because even if he was expecting someone, it would have been Phil.

“Chris?” Dan asks. He walks a few more steps to find Chris lounging about on the couch, TV moved to his side, and a packet of half empty chips on his lap.

Chris just grins at him before shoving a few more chips into his mouth.

“How did you...get in?”

Glancing back at the TV, Chris replies. “It’s amazing what you can do when you can break the sound barrier.”

Dan raises his eyebrow, because that doesn’t make any sense. At all.

“I’m kidding,” Chris jokes. “Your roomie let me in.”

He can’t help it, he visibly frowns. Not so much at anything in particular, just the constant reminder that he needs to get himself under control, because his family’s not around to cover for him if he actually fucks up. “Where is he?”

“I think he went somewhere with Peej. They invited me but I said I’d wait for you here. Phil offered free Netflix. And junk food. No mortal soul could resist that.”

Dan laughs, shaking his head. “Who is Peej?”

“My overly attractive roommate. It’s like the universe loves me. Or hates me, I haven't really decided yet.”

Dan physically has to stop himself from letting out a groan. Because he kind of feels exactly the same. He’s not going to tell Chris that, however.

He shrugs, “Probably a bit of both.”

Chris just shoves a few more chips in his mouth, looking like he is contemplating something, no doubt to do with his roommate. It’s then Dan realises that he doesn’t exactly know why Chris has come round to see him. Or, what he is even doing in his room in the first place.

“Is there a reason you came round?” Dan asks, and to his surprise, Chris just shakes his head. He shrugs and pats a spot next to him on the couch.

“Fate Dan. We both started at the institution at the same time, and got put in parallel rooms. Romeo and Juliet. With less making out. That’s reserved for others, unfortunately,” Chris replies with something Dan would describe as a shit eating grin. He says it in a perfectly posh british accent as well, which he has no doubtedly picked up from someone he has heard before. His usual voice is much too northern for him to have picked it up naturally.

“Right,” Dan agrees, but there's a smile on his face, because Chris is definitely crazy, and despite everything, for the first time in his life, having someone to talk to is really refreshing. Even if it is sort of unwillingly, and even if it is making him a tad uncomfortable. He has no idea what to do with himself, and though part of him wants to bolt, he doesn’t. He just stands there, stock still and unsure of himself.

Chris looks at him questionably, and it occurs to Dan that he is waiting for him to quit awkwardly lingering in the doorway and actually take the seat that was offered to him. He does, somewhat hesitantly.

“Have you read the introduction book yet?” Chris asks, offering the chip packet to Dan. Dan shakes his head. He probably should have, but this is all a little overwhelming and he’s hoping that Chris is feeling the same way. Unfortunately, it doesn’t look like it.

Chris laughs, his next words putting Dan to ease. “Me neither, actually. PJ gave me a tour of the school, which is fucking ginormous, by the way. You could actually hide dead bodies on the campus and it would probably take months to find.”

“Is this the part where you reveal that you lure people in with your impeccable accents and kill them while they sleep? Because I’m pretty sure someone on campus might notice if a student suddenly goes missing, just saying.”

Chris laughs, his next sentence the perfect imitation of Hannibal Lector. “Wouldn't you like to know.”

Dan’s tempted to chuck one of the decorative pillows at him.

“That’s fucking creepy.”

Smiling, the brunette beside him looks smug, and far too pleased with himself.

They settle together after that, Dan allowing Chris to hoard Phil’s Netflix account. He mostly plays hour long comedian shows, but Dan doesn’t mind. Despite everything, he’s enjoying Chris’ company. When was the last time he hung out with anybody that wasn’t his parents?

Dan doesn’t want to think about that, and he’s trying to convince himself that he’s safe, that this isn’t as terrible an idea as it seems.

But it still isn't a good idea. Not yet, not this soon. Not after everything that's happened. No, he isn’t going to be making any friends, no matter how funny Chris is and no matter how much it seems that they might get along. They can be acquaintances though, and if Chris wants to waste his time entertaining the silent Dan, then that will be fine, so long as Chris doesn’t push for anything Dan can’t give.

It’s safer if they reserve their time together to watching stupid Netflix shows anyway, maybe doing homework together in the library if Chris turns out to be that kind of guy. Yeah, that could be good, and it is a better friend-acquaintance-ship for Dan than if Phil tried to hang out with him anyway.

From Dan’s experiences, being around the people he finds attractive never turns out well for him.

“Hey, so, Peej was telling me about this cool party they throw on the last Saturday of every month. You maybe wanna go tomorrow?” Chris suddenly suggests. Dan glances over, and bites his lip.

“Nah. I’m cool.”

Chris eyes him for a minute, and then he shrugs. “Suit yourself, then.”

The only real bonus about having the ability to control light, is not having to worry about a lamp. Dan's hands skim the leather bound book, hands glowing against the page and illuminating the words he wants to read.

IV- students are prohibited from using their abilities upon other students, teachers or non-novas.*

He scoffs a bit. He would of thought this was basic knowledge. It makes him wonder though, what the students did who made this rule need to be written in the first place.

V- students are not allowed to speak or demonstrate their abilities to non-novas outside of their immediate family and/or guardians.

That point almost makes him laugh. Like he's had a choice. His life has been a constant battle to keep his abilities at bay, and unfortunately, some of the time he hasn't won, if the most recent events at his other school are anything to go buy, not to mention everything else that's happened.

It makes Dan wonder though, what would happen if the school didn't find out about him, if he hadn't accepted, if he’d chosen not to come here, and continued on like he had been for the past 17 years of his life. Part of him wants to know, another part of him doesn't.

VI- students are permitted to use their abilities within the designated school zones only.

At least that explains the girls using their abilities in the courtyard outside of class.

IX- students are expected to adhere to the school schedule. No student should be out of bed after 10pm between sunday-thursday (with the exception of public holidays). A curfew of no later than 12am on weekends is permitted. Students are not allowed out of there rooms post curfew.

It's not like Dan plans on being out and about past then, but to be honest, he doesn't have the best sleep schedule. He supposes that at least if he can stay up on tumblr to 3am even if he can't go get his usual 2am snack.

The asterisk at the bottom of the page states apart from within class training. But that's not what gets his attention. It's the final remark at the end of guide.

Students who disobey the rules will be punished accordingly.

Dan reads it a few times, because what does that even mean? How does someone with abilities punish someone? Let alone accordingly. It sends a small shiver down his spine. He has doubts that detention is the only method of use when it comes to breaking some of the major rules. He hopes that's not true, but then again, how do you deter a student from using their abilities on others without some sort of serious consequence?

He places the book on top of his bedside table. The words seeping in as the glow disappears. He wraps himself up in his duvet, curling against himself and tossing until he faces the wall.

Maybe, if he feels up to it, he will ask tomorrow. Maybe.

It’s dark when he wakes up. He’s a bit disorientated, and it takes Dan a few moments to register what’s going on. He can feel himself burning up, feel the heat under his skin sting in a way that he swears should seer. Pushing the covers up, he struggles to breathe, and wills himself to get a grip.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Phil sleeping, moonlight falling onto his face from the open window.

It’s the first night this has happened in a while, when his uncontrollable urge has woken him up in the middle of the night. Beads of sweat rolls down his face. His fists clench together, press against his chest. Words chant in his head. Not here, not now.

He can feel the tears prickle in his eyes. It’s his first night and his worst fear is already coming true. His abilities restlessly prickle under his skin, warmth flowing through his body relentlessly. He tries to take deep breaths, closing his eyes and concentrating. Pleading with himself. Forcing the heat away. His right palm lights up momentarily, and Dan practically chokes. He clenches his fist tighter, the light fading away almost as quickly as it shot through.

It’s several agonizing minutes before Dan can feel his control pushing through. He settles down, jagged breaths becoming more even as the heat dissipates. His head flops back against the bedframe, exhaustion rushing over his body. He can feel his energy slipping away, the internal struggle zapping all the fight from him.

He slinks down, sheets engulfing him once again. Darkness surrounds him, guiding him back to sleep. So quickly, that he doesn’t process the pair of blue eyes looking straight at him.

Link to chapter 4: Glow

#Phanfiction #sin-n-cityfics #sinncity #Ignitied #chapter story #finally got back into the swing and wrote a whole chapter in one night #boo yeah #it wasn't this chapter

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all-things-tmnt · 8 years ago

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Thoughts on “Tokka Vs. The World”:

Remember that one time when Raph adopted a turtle from space after its mother (Tokka) was seemingly killed and we all were like “well, at least Raph gets a happy ending?” ...Remember that one time months later when it turns out that Tokka survived and came to earth to get her baby back? We’re rolling back into things with a huge opening in our final stretch to the end of season three. When a monster from their past threatens to destroy their whole world, the turtles must team up with Chompy to save the earth from Tokka’s wrath. Will they succeed? Probably, but let’s see! This post is so ALIVE with spoilers, so if you want to avoid them from burning you up, don’t keep reading. If you haven’t seen this comeback episode, now would be a great time to click here and watch it!

There’s some kind of pun to be found here along the lines of, “you can take the baby turtle out of space but you can’t take the space out of the baby turtle without its mother coming to absolutely murder you...” I’m sure it’ll come to me at some point in writing this, and I’ll let you guys know when I got it. Interesting things: - “Hey guys, remember how we gave Raph a space pet and never did anything with him ever again? Well we should make him a major plot device for reasons.” - The TMNT Writers, probably. - As a person who was never a fan of Chompy and/or didn’t care about his existence since he was introduced.....he is really cute. - Also, I appreciate the Godzilla reference. - There are many reasons Chompy shouldn’t play with Ice Cream Kitty, one being that he could literally murder the cat because HE BREATHES FIRE. - He apparently farts fire as well. - “Dude, you ever think about how big Chompy will get one day?” I have literally thought about that since they decided to take him Michelangelo. - “I feel bad about Chompy’s mom.” LOL REALLY DO YOU NOW????? - “Donnie said there’s probably nothing that could survive a super nova.” LOL REALLY NOW????????????????? - Someone please try to explain to me how Tokka knew where Chompy was. Don’t tell me she followed his scent or whatever because there is no oxygen in space and no smell. This is going to be a filler to the highest degree, isn’t it? - Am I the only person who still waits for the Triceraton foot to stomp down on the manhole cover in the theme song...? I swear that gave me PTSD. - Donnie and Casey getting along is my aesthetic. - So I guess we’re not done with this crystal business? - THIS JUST IN: NASA AND THE EPF WORK TOGETHER. - STAY CLASSY NEW YORK. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA. NICE. - How on earth did Splinter instantly know that it was coming straight for Chompy? I mean come on. - OH COME ON LEO, YOU HAVE SEEN TOKKA, YOU ALREADY KNOW YOU CAN’T JUST SPEAK TO THAT MASSIVE THING AND OFFER HER BABY BACK. CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE HOW THAT CONVERSATION WOULD GO WERE IT POSSIBLE? “HEY LOL SORRY WE STOLE YOUR CHILD THANKS BYE.” - I typed that in all CAPS because it mattered that much to me. - You know Casey’s been poorly written for too long if even he’s surprised when he’s right. - ALL. HAIL. BISHOP. - Dear God I don’t even understand what this pep talk is. - Casey being so useful in this episode and the writers are literally MOCKING HIM because he’d finally being written the way he should be. STOP. BEING. AWFUL. TO. CASEY. - “And not semi-idiotic.” My new favorite line of the series. - I appreciated the fun running towards TCRI montage. - That guy was watching cat videos. - I’m sorry but there is no way they got into that elevator like that. I don’t even understand what just happened. - LOLOLOLOLOL @ THAT TMNT MOVIE REFERENCE!!!!!!!!! - Casey had a weapon that could have sent those grenades back. He did not use it. Ugh. - “We gotta get to that other ship!” There are literally 20 other ships. Which one is “that other” one? - “Destroy what you don’t understand.” DONATELLO, YOU ARE MY HERO. I feel like that was an underlying political message. - ALL. HAIL. BISHOP. !!!!!!!!!!!. - “I have become ambassador to earth.” That I’m not entirely thrilled about but I mean whatever. this whole season has just screwed with logic so much. - That awkward moment when Raph goes against Bishop and I am literally forced to side wth Bishop. - “He’s my sidekick in my mission to cleanse the city of evil.” WHAT? WHAT????? NO. I’M NOT OKAY WITH THAT. - Raph and Bishop’s “fight” was just added to the list of things this series didn’t need. - Not to be a downer but those pilots just exploded. - So after ALL THAT TALK AND ALMOST FIGHTING, Bishop just lets them go. REALLY. - THOSE TWO SOLDIERS JUST STOOD THERE WHILE BISHOP TOOK OUT THE FIRST ONE AND THEN DID NOTHING TO DEFEND THEMSELVES AGAINST HIM. - Casey is the best thing about this episode. - Pretty sure Tokka just set New York City on fire. - “YAAAAAAAS Mom YAAAAAASSSSSSS.” - Chompy, probably. - People are definitely dying in New York City right now. Tokka and the EPF are literally killing thousands of people. - Leo, please don’t fall back into your self-missions-of-definite-suicides again. That’s been our trope in season four and it hasn’t worked out. - I love watching Leo fight. Even though I told him not to do this last bullet point...he’s always choreographed so well and I love itttt. - Raph’s sense of balance is impossibly amazing. - Donnie is the only one who’s logically looking at any of this begging for Tokka not to eat them. - Can Tokka even understand Raph? Or hear him for the matter??? - As a person who is almost constantly way too emotionally invested in this series, I gotta say, I am not moved by this episode at all...especially this scene with Raph talking to Tokka and saying goodbye to Chompy. Sorry not sorry I guess. - YOU’VE. GOT. TO. BE. KIDDING. ME. - I AM SO ANGRY RIGHT NOW WITH THIS “RESOLUTION” THAT IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY. - Casey can add “tasering a general” to his rap sheet. - That was the best high three of the series. - Tokka launching and flying away is still as stupid as it was the first time we saw it. - Leo cheering for his brother from the sidelines gave me feels. - Chompy will leave earth some day confirmed. Not through the duration of this series, though. Well...I guess I have to do breakdowns? There’s really not much serious depth to this episode. Not any that affects the overall plot, anyway. But the best thing about this episode is Casey. ...I know, I thought I’d never get to say that in a review, either. But seriously! This is the first episode where I was consistently rooting for Casey the entire time. Seeing him do so many things right for once was so great. What wasn’t great was that even the writers point out the dialogue that Casey has never been this useful before. And it’s frustrating because we know Casey is capable of great things if he’s given the chance to be! From the first moment we see him when he points out he’s concerned, to the awesome ideas he has, to the fighting he does, he’s solid from start to finish in this episode and I genuinely hope this is a turning point for his character. Here’s to hoping we get more of this Casey and less of “beginning of season four Casey.” Another thing I wanted to point out that happened in this episode was Casey pointing out Mikey is his sidekick. Mikey. Not Raph. I’ve definitely complained about it before, but Casey and Raph have always had a bromance in TMNT. I haven’t seen it nearly enough in this series yet, and it’s been bothering me. When Casey first met Raph, we were instantly given the promise that they were going to be bros, and there haven’t been enough episodes showing us their friendship in depth like other incarnations have shown us. This episode feels like it teased us with the things Casey should and can be, and I hope like hell we’ll get a Raph-Casey episode soon. Bishop just randomly popping up was great, because I’ve missed seeing him. Bishop randomly popping up as ambassador to earth was kind of weird. I mean, how could we have not gotten any forewarning about that? I would assume he’d contact the turtles about it, especially seeing as they fought together and he (along with the other Utroms) had entrusted them with the Black Hole Generator pieces. Him popping up and being so relevant kind of fit the theme of this whole episode, which was... SHOVING IRRELEVANT THINGS DOWN OUR THROATS! These are my final thoughts: this episode is basically pointless. Or at least, I feel like everything in this episode is pointless. I mean, considering I’ve been waiting so long for new episodes to come back, on top of the fact that we are literally closing in on what has promised to be an INCREDIBLE finale episode, seeing this episode that in no way enhances the plot was a bit frustrating. 2012 has done fillers before, but there’s always one or two moments in those fillers that play a huge role in the main story. This episode has nothing; it reminds us that Raph had a turtle, tries to put us through some moments that end up not mattering at all. Seriously, you expect me to believe that giant space turtle flew all the way to earth and just decided NOT to take her baby back because it seemed attached to Raph? I can’t deal. And like I said; we’re so close to the finale. I want to see us building towards that. Not wasting time on a pointless filler. I mean I didn’t hate the episode, but I hated that it gave me nothing to prepare me for the next step in our story. So honestly, I gotta give this one a 6/10, and that’s me being nice. So now that we’ve gotten this little one-shot out of the way...The Tale of Tiger Claw is coming up next. We’re finally going to get to look at the back story of one of our biggest enemies. So that’s exciting. But, before we’re meeting Alopex and talking TC, let’s talk about Tokka. Let me know what you guys liked and didn’t like here. Previous review for The Power Inside Her here. All season four reviews here. All episode reviews index here. Podcast review here.

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #tokka vs the world #episode review

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fanficofmanyagenre · 8 years ago

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The Routine

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It was like any other day for Trick-8; constant grinding of Strikes and the occasional high-level version of a mission, but with Robin-9, Splinter-23, it got difficult.

“Guardian down!” Ghost said once with a tone of annoyance. They died so close together in time he didn’t even get to say it twice. With a sigh Trick killed the Colossus that was in the way and stared at the floating Ghosts in front of him that were awaiting revival. Sure, he died sometimes but not like this or nearly this frequently. He was even able to save them in some pretty tough firefights, but this was just getting painful to watch. The Centurions had been shelling him, not the Hunter and Titan.

“I hate you both. So much. You know that? I think it’s been awhile since I said it. You know, more than five minutes.” The Warlock said as he revived his two “life-long” teammates. He really needed something that let him revive from a distance so he could keep moving on. Or at least an upgraded Light Beyond Nemesis to speed it up. As soon as Twenty-three stood up, he put a hand on Trick’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I hate you too. I’m sure Robin does, too.” He then started towards the next room, leaving the Warlock standing there to shake his head. The Hunter just shrugged when Trick looked to him. It wasn’t always his fault they died, the rockets were heading for Twenty-three, not Nine, right?

“A Tank?? Why would they bring a Tank to space?” Ghost shouted causing the trio to look at the opening hangar doors revealing said tank. Come to think of it, why did they bring a tank to space? It had to spin in place to even angle its front guns, and it was likely any shots from the main battery would hit the ceiling or the pillars. Why was saving the entire system so difficult sometimes?

“Nine, keep us covered!” Trick yelled and pulled out his trusty sniper rifle Deposition VII. New Monarchy really knew how to make gear, and he was thankful for it. Instantly he hit the tank’s weak points; it’s hover thrusters. Twenty-three was shooting the tank as well, taking pops with his sidearm. Trick never could understand why he liked them so much. It was too much recoil for not enough damage, to him. The Titan claimed they were God-tier, however. Trick knew he wasn’t bad enough to be fooled by that crazy notion. Sniper rifles are totally viable, right? Right?

“Guardian down!” The Warlock instantly snapped his head to where Nine was, a floating mass of particles contained in a Ghost in his place. Technically he hadn’t moved. He ducked behind a pillar so he wasn’t glassed by the tank’s main cannon, assessing the situation.

“Twenty-three, go get him!” He shouted and threw a grenade towards Nine’s corpse. Luckily his grenade split into smaller grenades on explosion and then those also split into smaller grenades upon explosion, in addition to anyone he killed with it also turning into a grenade that exploded. Now there was only one Legionary by his body. Twenty-three ran up, popped his helmet off with one shot, then went to revive the Hunter. Before he was finished, however, the tank absolutely destroyed him. Trick was busy with a group of Psion’s that were putting up more of a fight than he expected so the tank wasn’t focused on him. When he heard the second shout of a Guardian dying, he looked over in shock before his eyes narrowed.

“I’m tired of your bullshit…” The way he sounded, it would have been through gritted teeth if he had any. The next few moments were a blur. The Psions were killed with another of Trick’s grenades, he jumped up into the air and glared with his red eyes towards the tank, then unleashed a tri-Nova Bomb. When he landed next to his dead teammates he fired two shots with his sniper to kill the two Phalanx’s, clearing out the room entirely. The tank was now mostly gone, what was left was smoldering with void energy.

“Well that went well! Let’s head for the bridge, see if we can reacquire the Brothers.” Ghost said. It was getting harder and harder to tell when his Little Light was being sarcastic or not. To be fair, the Warlock was just as sarcastic around everyone. Then he heard a radio scratch of Cayde buzzing in.

“I can't tell you the number of scouts I've lost to these 'brothers' on Mars. They need to be stopped. Go careful.” Soon, they wouldn’t be a problem. Trick was glad his Ghost trusted him enough to keep it a secret he really enjoyed killing. Probably too much, actually. To think, Twenty-three is the one that uses Red Death; a forbidden weapon.

“Don’t. Die. Again.” Trick growled to his team members, the point in his helmet almost mimicking his eyebrows being down. They didn’t have any time to waste and constant deaths really wasn’t helping that timer. Without a word, they ran for the bridge; the way they’d come. In the way was a large group of Taken. Nine stepped forward and fired three arrows into different Taken Acolytes, disintegrating them and leaving their friends to be tethered. This allowed Twenty-three to step up and pull out his flashy hammer. By the time he’d thrown all of them, only scorch marks remained of their interlopers. Once again, they were heading for the bridge, now with no interruptions.

“I’m switching to Sunsinger. Solar seems to be more effective today.” Trick also had a feeling the absurd amount of grenades he’d get from it would be useful. Who didn’t like blowing things up? Come to think of it, both Radiance and Nova Bomb focused on blowing things up. It’s like, pseudo-Titan. The thought made Trick shiver, even if he slapped more enemies than Twenty-three. It was just so satisfying to see bad guys cower after he’d kill three knights or something big with a mere slap.

“Taken and Cabal fighting for the bridge. Wherever the Brothers are, they aren’t here.” Trick glanced over to the sealed room, seeing Taken warping in to fight the owners of the ship. Those Cabal really didn’t stand a chance; not against the Taken. Even with their infamous king, Oryx gone, the Taken were too powerful. He almost felt bad for the over-sized murder turtles. Then again, they were asshats trying to blow up the entire system so maybe not. Up another few ramps and they were met with a small group of Cabal guarding a door that presumably lead to the core of the dreadnaught. At least they remembered to leave a small force to keep the Hive occupied. Unfortunately for them, Hive weren’t what followed them there.

“I’ll take out the Colossus.” Twenty-three and Nine nodded and started on the other enemies. Five consecutive headshots later the Colossus was gone, as were the rest of the guards. By now the Cabal today were getting real annoying for the Warlock.

“If the Brothers don't know their commander is dead, this attack could be some kinda bargaining chip. That's the power of the brotherhood bond. Kinda reminds me of me and Zavala! With less yelling, of course.” Trick chuckled softly as they ran onward. Having Cayde watch over them on missions helped relieve the stress, with his little quips. Even better when one of the other vanguard was there to listen with him, or even Eris. Cayde was a very good vanguard, whether he liked it or not.

When the gate lifted into the Narthex, Trick was surprised. There were no Cabal in the room. When he glanced at the core he could almost feel the next remark coming.

“There’s something wrong with this picture. You get three guesses.” All three sets of eyes rolled at the comment from Ghost; the explosives practically covering the core was obvious. Trick let Ghost out to deactivate the bombs, looking around cautiously. The sound of a massive door creaking open told them it was time to deal with the Brothers once and for all.

“Oh, the Brothers are here! Take’em out!” Cayde said as the first brother, Valus Mau’ual stepped into the room. Instantly his boosters fired and he went flying for Nine, who managed to jump out of the way just in time. All three Guardians fired on him, taking the opportunity to do damage while he was the only one there. When one rocket staggered him, he called out and two side doors opened. Legionary’s poured from one door while Psions came from the other. In the quick chaos Mau’ual took the time to retreat back through the larger doors. The Cabal put up a bit of a fight, but were still no match for the trio of Exos. Then through the doors came the second brother, Valus Tlu’urn. The artillery cannon on his back was no match for the agile warriors of Light. Plus, they were tiny to him in comparison. Two waves of reinforcements came when he fled, proving much more difficult for the Guardians.

Soon enough they were dispatched, though close calls were had all around. Then both brothers returned at the same time, now with new abilities. Whenever Mau’ual landed he left a massive solar spot like when Twenty-three’s hammers hit something. That restricted movement considerably with Tlu’urn’s mortar fire. He now had a shield around him that could protect anything inside it, like the arriving reinforcements.

“Guardian down!” Trick didn’t expect to hear that. They were doing so well! Apparently not. Nine was just thrown into a wall so hard it killed him. He could see Twenty-three running for him, but Mau’ual was charging up to strike again.

“Splinter no!” Trick shouted when he killed the last minion in the room, only to see Mau’ual replace his Titan. In anger, he pulled out Gjallarhorn and fired all the rockets he had. When the smoke cleared he could see the gear attaching to Tlu’urn. Now he really had to run. Mortar shells surrounding him, and he could see Tlu’urn charging him. He had no way of reviving his teammates without dying, and he could only do so much damage while trying to stay alive. The blast from the attack sent him flying backwards straight into a mortar shell. He could feel himself slipping away, everything going dark. He couldn’t fail now, his team, his family would die with him along with the rest of the system. As his eyes began to close the surge of energy rushed through him. Fire exploded from his body in bright, illustrious wings. One death today; not bad.

The Warlock threw grenade after grenade onto the remaining brother, all the while moving back to his teammates. The stagger gave him enough time to revive the Titan and Hunter, who sprang into action. Three arrows of Void hit their mark on the Cabal leader, giving Twenty-three enough time to unleash a barrage of hammers. With one final bullet, the Valus fell and joined his two other brothers in the afterlife.

“They’re finished!” Ghost announced, mainly for the supervising Hunter. They made it. Just barely, but they made it. Trick felt a hand on his shoulder, glancing to the Titan who gave him a knowing nod. Then the three of them scrambled for their loot. As close of a family they may be, loot was first come first serve.

“I mostly keep doing this Vanguard thing for the perks and bragging rights, but I guess it's nice to keep the system from exploding, too.” Cayde said right before they got back to their ships. Trick had to agree on that one; the Tower was a one-of-a-kind home.

“What do you mean an artifact?!” Trick shouted at Rahool, his helmet still on. He never liked to take it off unless he absolutely had to. His expression was probably one less than happy, however. The so called “Cryptach” just shrugged with the cheekiest of grins. Trick could hear Twenty-three and Nine laughing behind him. Maybe bringing them back wasn’t so good after all.

#Destiny #OC's #Trick-8 #Robin-9 #Splinter-23 #A Bit of Angst

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stormhawksplanb · 6 years ago

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Nova’s Relationship with other Squadrons and people: The storm hawks

Aerrow- It’s a very stubborn/teasing relationship. Nova wants to follow Piper’s plans and is a stickler for details, and hates disappointing others/not following orders or rules necessary for survival, but if forced to play along and adapt. She’s usually the first to find end goal of missions that require sneaking about. Mostly because the others are either goofing of or being an excellent distraction. but she isn’t without her moments of getting caught, or having the goal right at her fingertips before the shenanigans reach her and pull it further away. She also does sometimes join then in their high jinx. Especially if it’s due to personal, passive aggressive, revenge (she can be petty and knows it). Small arguments ensue between these two, but they compete mostly as a way to even things out. Aerrow is winning. His favorite memory so far of Nova was when she took the extra time before ending her mission to fill every single one of the ‘Snipians’ Skimmers with flamecorn.

Piper- Major sister sister relationship. Piper is pretty much Nova’s tutor on everything, and won’t stop teasing her when she found out Nova couldn’t read. Even after she told her it was because she was abandoned. They also got that "I know that at this moment ‘x’ is doing something either stupid, or intelligent at this very moment” vibe. This is either due to piper knowing Nova’s up to something when she’s not within ear shot. The others figure this out as well, but can’t pin Nova down like piper can. Piper runs to Nova as soon as she sees the “I fucked something up face” and will try and help her out as discreetly as possible (unlike stork). All nova has to do in any situation is look piper in the eyes. Her face doesn’t have to be any kind of emotion, but eye contact it key. They’re also in the current makings of hand signals and signs to leave behind when they’re split up, or if piper is watching from the condor and wants to know how the boys are doing. Pipers favorite moment is when they tricked an Ex-Cyclonian they were sales ladies. It quickly became a girl’s night out with a random Ex-Cyclonian slowly going insane from their excitement over crystals. Which most were lies to confuse him.

Junko- You hurt him or his feelings and she will maim you. Badly. He reminds him of her younger brother and became automatically attached, but not in a clingy way. She just generally cares for him, and he has no problem talking to her about his stress of how he’s different. They have a lot in common, and she loves fixing his stuffed bear when it gets destroyed. He likes to play the “after you madame” thing on her. Mostly as a gag when she’s trying to get somewhere, or escape and is being attacked. They don’t talk much, but she does get captured with him and Finn frequently enough. Now she carries around a deck of cards or some other games fully knowing what will happen. Junko’s favorite memory is when they first all went to the market and Nova came out of a pet adoption tent covered in Gleeps. They quickly attached to him and he had a field day.

Finn- Double trouble. Stork does not approve of their shenanigans. since he’s mostly the target. Nova is more or less just making sure Finn doesn’t give him a heart attack. Other than that these two will get more and more rambunctious they longer they’re left alone together. She owns a Ukulele, and he owns a guitar and they once spent a whole week out of eye sight trying to make a cool song. it proved difficult, and they eventually gave up, to everyone’s relief. it’s almost a ban on the ship to leave them alone for more than an hour. She’s also wicked supportive of his rock star ego, and tends to blow it up to annoy the others. She’s usually the one to go to concerts or wrestling matches with him and Junko. She’s also plan ‘B’ when Junko or the others don’t want to be the support for the apple when he wants to do trick shots with his crossbow. she has an odd unwavering trust with him. And he, well, runs to her to help him get out of sticky situations or when he feels defenseless. Junko and Nova are probably the scariest if you hurt him in any way. Nova isn’t above killing someone if they push Finn- or anyone she loves- too far. On top of all that, she also thinks people underestimate him, and tries to point out when he’s done something worthy of praise. she’s becomes mamma bear over him.It does get on his nerves but he easily forgives her. Finn’s favorite memory is probably when he sold is guitar to help pay for major damages to the condor and equipment. It was one of the few things he had left of his past life prior to being a storm hawk. Nova went out and bought it back, along with a second one in case he ever decides to do that again.

Radarr- another one she’s not allowed to be around for too long. Not because of pranks but she will more or less kidnap him so she can pet him, and give him attention. Raddar doesn’t mind what so ever. It only really became an issue when Aerrow couldn’t find him after they all split up and she came back a couple hours later with the excuse that they were lost. She tries not to treat him like he’s just an animal, in fact she knows better than that, but much like she does with Gear, she can and will baby talk to Radarr. She usually stops when he rolls his eyes. After a few months she learns not to be clingy or protective. oddly enough no one really thought of it until Raddar hopped onto Her shoulder and she barely acknowledged him. Now they just kind of chill. Now it’s not a kidnapping situation, and Raddar really only gets on her shoulder to get to Aerrow when the situation occurs and it’s needed. She’ll even bend down to help him get to jumping height. It just kind of happens and everyone is amused by it the first few times around. Raddar’s favorite memory was probably the disguise they did since the target on a mission was allergic to fur. She made him into a fancy classed gentlemen and she was his carry-me-around maid. He just liked the fancy outfit, and she enjoys making him lil’ hats and outfits when requested.

Stork- These two. Oh Monarchies of Atmos, these two. Mostly inseparable to the point when if they’re in the same room and not talking to each other everyone get’s wicked nervous for no reason. They were so use to their banter and constant teasing they didn’t realize they had a lot of comfy quiet time. Especially because Nova is so high wired, that the only one who can calm her down is stork, merely by being in her presence. He’s fully aware of this and he’s 100% proud of it. He’ll actually brag about his effects on Nova to pretty much anyone within ear shot. This mostly consist of ‘If it weren’t for me you’d be doomed’ or ‘I thought her that’ conversation starters. On another note these two are kind of a deadly pair, especially after stork discovers Nova’s love for the darker things in life and they pretty much become the spark to a planet wide fire for each other. Their relationship is a complete give and take, with a slight touch of compromise. they don’t lack communication, but can misunderstand each other plenty of times. this due to storks stronger ‘I say what I want and don’t care who hears me’ attitude, versus Nova’s ‘I speak before I think and then take an hour to realize what I had said could be taken the wrong way’. they eventually found a way around this to where it’s either a game of 20 questions, or they just chill out until one of them has the epiphany needed to connect what was meant to be said. Stork is very much so the Arsonist, to Nova’s Pyromania tendencies. An example of this is stork having deadly pets or projects, and you will find Nova glued to his side like a small child. They’ve only ever fought once and it was because Nova was with a very handsy Client who’s flirting went waaay over her head. It was over 3 hours until he stopped being cryptic about it. After he realized without them sorting out the issue they were gonna die in an abandoned prison cell. Once he saw how clueless she was about it he had that epiphany moment, and realized he temporarily forgot she has moments of being Naive. Stork has many favorite memories, probably because she bends and wakes to his “charm” and commands, but the one that sticks out the most was probably the week they first met. Due to all the people who lied to everyone’s face he automatically became un-trusting of her... (more than he usually would) and treated her like a threat until they were forced to go on a hunt for some kind of icy beast. That’s when Nova attempted to be just as cold towards him and eventually exploded, not fully knowing why he seemingly hated her. To which he admitted he didn’t mind her company, but just didn’t want to be the last one to trust her and find out she was a bad guy. After that was cleared out it was automatically a 180 from how they treated each other. Also- Unlike piper stork and Nova like to embarrass each other by announcing and issues or mistakes they make. Providing it doesn’t cross any boundaries which took them FOREVER to work out.

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