#nyssa's warning

[thedemonconstantine]

"Easy, easy, luv! I bruise like a berry, me-" John whined as he stumbled in after Talia. He winced too at the harshness of her demands. Too used was he to her dulcet tones. Talia never needed to raise her voice to get John to do what she wanted.

"Nah, nah, none o' tha' now lass. Dun fret. Sound as a pound," Anything to ease the tension in the room. Good thing he told Chas to stay outside. The cabbie was downstairs chowing on chinese takeout.

"...your Francis...?" John pouted.

"Soz, lass. I'm nah fer touching a lady's personal effects buh me Missus is me command," He was very much her gofer now after getting his ears chewed out for nothing.

Welp, might as well use a simple levitating cantrip to move Nyssa's things from one end to the other...and then Talia slapped her.

John grimaced. How much worse could this get?

"We just wanted yer at our weddin', Nyssa." He stared pointedly at her with hands held out. "Simple as tha'!"

If Nyssa really wanted to put a wrench in Talia's plans, wouldn't then be the best time to do so?

"I guess we'll save th' spot fer June or summat..."

Back to levitating the luggages out the door. Damned things were so heavy, what the heck did the woman pack, her kitchen sink??

"...eugh...al ghuls..." Muttered really softly under his breath for fear of turning Talia's wrath towards him.

Nyssa could not help but to wonder what Talia saw in him. In his humble little flat, in his unkept hair, living in the squalor of a council estate high rise when she was owed all the luxury and comfort in the world. Talia was not a modest humble woman, but if she was merely pretending to find John appealing then consider Nyssa too fooled for she could see love in her eyes. Talia looked happy in her dingy little flat in Twickenham with him.

Why. Sure he had talent and no doubt potential but he was so beneath her. And could not even be counted on to stop her from making the worst mistake of her life...whatever her choice he won't stand in her way. What was he even good for if not correcting her course.

"Nyssa-" Since no one introduced her she thought to introduce herself. "I am far far more beautiful than my half sister so do not insult me twice. And 2 centimeters taller" Talia wore ankle breaking heels so who would have even noticed those 2 important centimeters.

Suppose she'd have to host two louts instead of the planned one.

The door to her suite closed behind her...

Exactly 11 hours later it opened again as Talia shoved her husband inside.

"You dare come to my home ever the stormcrow and attempt to pull my husband into your little conspiracy?" she shouted dragging John by the arm as she confronted a Nyssa who did not seem surprised but was stunned at the volume of Talia's voice. Very unlike her to cause a scene like this.

"And you dare to insult my Francis.." hers not John's take note. "...with your veiled attempts at making yourself appear every the better, ever the more gracious...I have wanted nothing but your love but it is clear that you have no interest in being my sister. Pack your bags, you are to leave London within the three hours and not set foot in my city again. I will know if you do" she threatened.

She was a tempest, the Wrath of a forgotten God, the Viper coiled and striking with precision.

Nyssa simply stood up and nodded. "As you wish, you will regret it but as you wish Talia. Whatever you wish, as always" She had been the one to desert the League but it still clearly bothered her how much Talia had achieved and given at her feet.

She was never that favored.

"Apologize to my husband for darkening his step with your perilous whisperings"

Nyssa weighed her options.

"If I caused you offense I do apologize" It was as mocking and fake as it could be and then...

Talia struck her. Back of the hand right across the cheek.

"Next time I will draw blood."

"Help her pack her bags please habibi. And make sure she does not miss her limo to the airport." A warning that should Nyssa not make the first flight out of London it would have dire consequences for her.

[headcanonsandmore]

Tegan/Nyssa shippers right now:

We’ve wanted this for years. Decades, even.

[nyssasorbit]

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[faydingrain]

I feel like I always end up reacting to my own fics incorrectly...like

Me: *adds minor angst tag and occasionally says* Mind the tags! The fic: *ten times worse than I initially intended*

Me: *adds warnings* HEED THE TAGS. OH MY GOD. PAY ATTENTION TO THE WARNINGS PLEASE. TRIGGERING SHIT INCOMING. The fic: *ends up severely toned down than it was before*

[aingeal98]

AU where instead of going back to Gotham after the end of her og Batgirl series Cass instead vanishes on a quest to revive Steph from the dead. Because she's died twice and been revived, which means everyone else in the world deserves at least two do overs as well.

Bruce panicks and represses, Babs openly panicks and freaks out, Tim is... Not fine but doing better than the other two, because Cass texted him about it before dropping off the face of the earth, basically letting him know she was going to try and bring Steph back from the dead and asking him if he could look after her rose in the manor. A second text came in ten minutes after that informing him that the rose's name is Bob.

So Cass, like in canon, ends up taking over the League for a bit. Only this time she's doing it to learn more about resurrection. She doesn't kill Nyssa, but she does fake her death in front of Talia, because she can clearly see that something isn't right. Cue Nyssa being locked up, Cass trying to figure out how to unbrainwash Talia, and Damian meeting his future sister absolutely disgusted that someone is daring to usurp his birthright.

Cass: Oh I don't actually want this job, no worries. But uh... You're Batman's son, yes? I will be taking that job later. Sorry.

So Cass uses the League's resources to find out ways to bring Steph back, while also turning the organisation into an entirely nonlethal operation. They do some good work, she's not willing to throw them all out. They're wounded damaged assassins, of course she's going to look at them and go "I can fix them."

She eventually tracks down a device that can warp reality, (personally I'm thinking a Kheran Dream Engine, because Cass would listen to the warnings of it possessing you and the only way to get free being torture and death and be like nice. Let's give it a shot) and uses it to rewrite the universe so that Steph was just recovering with Leslie, undoes Talia's brainwashing fully, and also makes it so that Bludhaven never got nuked. She tells no one that she's planning this of course, so it ends up being a very emotional and confusing day for Leslie and Dick.

She then buries the device in the middle of nowhere. Because wayyyy too much power. Heads back to the League where she gets Talia to torture her to death and then drop her in the Pit so that she's free from the influence of the reality warping device. This is not a pleasant experience for either of them. Damian tries to watch and Talia uses her mom voice for the first time ever to tell him absolutely fucking not.

It works in the end. Talia offers to take the League back from Cass but Cass can tell her heart's not in it and is like nah. You go do your own antihero espionage stuff, you deserve it. And Talia's like that sounds wonderful but what about Damian?

And that's how exactly a year and a half after cutting all contact, Cassandra Wayne, The One Who Is All, head of the League of Assassins, comes strolling into a Wayne gala with Stephanie Brown on her left, Talia Al Ghul on her right and Bruce's unknown biological son in front of her.

Bruce shatters his champagne glass. Babs drops hers on the ground. Tim passes out and Dick is in too much shock to catch him.

"Hi." Cass grins. "I'm home."

[gothamite-rambler]

Damian, dressed in his Robin suit, was with his father, Batman, and Commissioner Gordon, discussing a case when Damian's phone suddenly rang loudly. He quickly pulled it out, holding up his index finger to pause the conversation.

Jim: I was talking—

Damian: This will be quick.

The number was unfamiliar, but Damian was used to those, usually it was his mother or grandfather.

Damian (pretending to be unaware): Yes, unknown caller?

Talia (cheerful): Mommy's visiting! I'm coming to see you. It's Talia, by the way.

Damian (blushing): Oh, no, no, no! No… no, go back to the palace!

Talia: Why would I go back? I had a day off from being a business mommy.

Damian: Stop saying "mommy"! You're my mother, and it's making me uncomfortable. And don't you men look at me!

Batman and Jim turned away, pretending not to listen, while Damian argued with his mother.

Batman: He's not actually talking to his mother. Disregard that.

Jim: Nah, I’m curious.

Damian: Mother, go home. I’m in the middle of work!

Talia (playfully): My habibi is working? Aww, I’m so happy you're still being a Robin and not with… Nightwing.

Damian growled in frustration, tapping his forehead.

Damian: Right, father… she's here.

Batman (exasperated): Please tell me she isn't nearby. Maybe we can avoid her.

Jim (chuckling): Who's his mother?

Damian (nervous): Mother when you say "visiting," do you mean you're arriving in town, but not in Gotham?

Talia (cheerfully): Well… let’s just say I’m close to where you are.

Suddenly, a grappling hook landed on the precinct, and Talia effortlessly climbed up. Batman and Damian didn’t notice at first, but Jim saw her.

Jim: She’s right behind you.

The father and son spun around and groaned as Talia clapped her hands excitedly, eager to see Damian in his Robin costume.

Talia: You look so… so… is this the motherly affection I’ve heard about? Look at those chubby cheeks!

Damian quickly covered his mouth, backing away.

Talia: Give your mother a hug!

Damian: No!

In a panic, Damian tossed his phone to Batman and tried to run, but he was too late to escape onto the roof. Talia lunged past Batman and Jim like a cheetah, yanking him by his hoodie and pulling him into a tight mom hug, spinning him around.

Damian (mortified): Mother!Let me go!

Talia (singing): My baby! My baby! I’ve missed you, habibi!

Damian (shouting): Why can’t you be emotionless like grandfather?! Or soulless like Aunt Nyssa?

Talia: I will never go back to that cold, distant mindset! When I was revived after losing my mind, I swore I’d strive to be a better parent.

Damian: This isn't better! Mother, I understand you’re trying to make amends for the things you did such as putting a hit out on me, I'm glad you feel remorse. I forgave you, but I don’t need this!

Talia: You’re going to get it anyway, because I love you! Time for cheek kisses!

Damian squirmed as she pressed cheek kisses onto his face.

Damian (his personal space being taken away): Noooo!

Jim looked on, then turned to Batman, who was trying to maintain a stoic expression that was slowly cracking.

Jim: Habibi… mother… Bruce, you had a child with Talia? That’s why you didn’t want to tell me?

Batman: I don’t like talking about it. And can you not use my real name right now?

Jim: Come on. We’re friends. I figured out your identity years ago.

Batman: Don’t remind me. Give me a minute, I need to pry my baby mama away from my kid.

Batman stepped forward to gently break up the overbearing hug Talia was giving Damian, who only groaned as he kept smelling his mother’s perfume.

Jim (amused by the entire situation): Baby mama... he’s gotten more relaxed over the years. Good for him.

Damian (squirming): Mother, I can’t breathe!

Talia (kissing him again): Shush, let me love you!

Batman (failing to break the two apart): Talia, you’re embarrassing us.

Talia: Let me embarrass you! I am his mother after all, I spent twenty-four—

Batman: We’re not having this argument again.

Jim: I’ll wait over here.

Without warning, Talia delivered a swift kick to Batman’s stomach, sending him stumbling back. She kept hugging Damian tightly, who only groaned and endured her perfume as she lavished him with affection.

[puppetmaster13u]

The Au is Ra has been using the Lazarus pits for so long that causes him to see Danny like a human or his normal Phantom form Ra the only one that sees Danny like that

I love the idea of Deadly Decision getting together but Ra has no idea that Danny is no human he just thinks that Danny has his own Lazarus pit hidden somewhere away from him

Like Danny is full blown glowing white hair, green eyes, Sharp Fangs, an electrical being

Ra point at tall being of Life And Death it looks like he's about to rip you apart: This Is My Wife Danny.

Like sometimes people just ask him if he sees anything unhumanly about Danny and

Ra is like: What Are You Talking About ?

Danny's in the background forming Stars into his hand I'm trying to make himself a new sword

Talia and Dusan we're raised by Danny and Ra they just gotten used to also considering getting to be a normal human they find it hilarious to play along with their other two siblings Dan and Danielle that Mom is human

Slade: I've been meaning to ask what about that monster Ra has locked up back there

Talia: You Mean Mother

Slade: that's your mother I didn't know Ra al Ghul was attracted to on human beings

Dusan: what do you mean unhumanly our mother is perfectly normal he's not even assassin

Danielle walking out of his shadow: Maybe Your Mother Was The Weird One

Dan floating near Talia: Get the hell out how dare you disrespect our Mama

All of them are girlboss, gatekeep, and gaslight people into believe Danny is normal

Damien will give warning that his grandmother does not look like a Human they were all expecting meta not electric being

Danny got so used to Ra al Ghul no his Husban treating him like a normal person when he's like this that he forgot that everyone might not that treat him like that

Honestly? I love this.

And you know what? Danny might need someone like that, who even as his humanity slips away still treats him as human, as not an eldritch creature of Space, of everything Between. Someone who treats him as well, him. Is his and Ras relationship healthy? Well maybe not in human terms, but do either of them count as such anymore?

The idea of the kids playing along is also amazing lol. Especially that Jordan and Ellie? Definitely same hat as Danny. Sure their forms still look sort of human, but that just makes it very uncanny valley. So others and siblings who treat them the same? They need it just as much- if nothing else than to not become so arrogant and uncaring of humanity that they could watch the world end without a blink.

Which, Damian! I bet Danny absolutely adores the grandbaby. I bet he crafts little ice bats and miniature planets to swirl above his crib. I bet he has a literal strip of space and stars on his ceiling. And Damian isn't the only grandbaby too- Dusan has a daughter in some timelines too. Not to mention Ras' adoptive daughter Nyssa, who he gave one of the Lazarus Pits to.

But speaking of Damian, I have to know what that would mean for Jason. Who was practically completely braindead before being thrown into the Pit. Who would have probably met Danny while there because I can't see Danny not also gently doting on another grandson.

Gosh I honestly am just really enjoying this whole thing lol.

[headcanonsandmore]

‘Murder On The Dancefloor’, Chapter Three

Summary:  A murder mystery was not what Tegan and Nyssa had planned to spend time on during their honeymoon. However, needs must and, as the various suspects are interviewed, more suspicions are raised...

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The assembled members of the board stared at Maximillian, Tegan and Nyssa, their faces a mix of outrage, shock and confusion.

‘Murder?’ exclaimed Crudgeonleigh, his bald head reflecting the lights above. ‘You can’t be serious!’

‘I’m afraid we are,’ Nyssa replied. ‘Although we have yet to ascertain the full details yet, it is clear that Mr Finchley’s death was not due to natural causes. The man was murdered.’

‘Good grief!’ Alexson gasped. ‘Who… who could possibly want to kill Frederick?’

‘We don’t know,’ Tegan said.

‘When you say “we”,’ Swoosh said, slowly. ‘You are referring to yourself and your wife, are you not?’

‘That is correct,’ Nyssa said. ‘Given the communications issues, the authorities will not be arriving here for several days. Since myself and Tegan are the only guests in the hotel with no connection to the victim, the staff was elected to have us lead the investigations for the time being.’

‘B-but…’ said Tapper. ‘That… that would imply that… you must think that one of the board members is the murderer.’

There was an explosion of shocked noises from Swoosh, Crudgeonleigh and Alexson.

‘Please,’ Nyssa said. ‘I understand this must be shocking but-’

‘There’s a murderer on the loose!’ exclaimed Crudgeonleigh. ‘Tapper, are you implying it was me?’

‘He hasn’t got the backbone for that!’ -Swoosh’s brow was creased into a deep frown -‘Crudgeonleigh, how do we know it wasn’t you?’

‘I’m not being accused of this by his ex-wife!’

‘Everyone, please!’ pleaded Alexson.

‘Oh, shut up!’ Swoosh yelled, turning her ire on him. ‘You’re the one who helped this place get started; how do we know you didn’t organise this so you could bump us off one-by-one!’

Nyssa raised her hands to request calm, but the board members continued to argue.

‘Oy!’ Tegan exclaimed, stepping forward and raising her voice. ‘You lot; listen now!’

The board members all went quiet. Tegan smiled, grimly, before nodding at Nyssa to continue. The Trakenite flashed her wife a thankful smile, and then stepped forward to address the board members.

‘We request that you all remain in the fencing gallery for the time being,’ she said. ‘And that none of you leave the resort until after the authorities have completed their investigations.’

The board members all sent enquiring gazes at each other, as if gauging the collective response. Eventually, they all seemed to come to an agreement.

‘Very well,’ said Swoosh, to Tegan and Nyssa, with a mute nod.

‘Thank you,’ Nyssa replied. ‘We will keep you all informed as to the investigations.’

Maximillian, Nyssa and Tegan headed out of the gallery, and Tegan closed the door behind them. Maximillian headed off at a quick pace. The two women followed him down the corridor, towards the main hall. At the end of the hall lay the body of the unfortunate Mr Finchley.

Nyssa stopped a few feet away from the body. Tegan came to stand beside the Trakenite, who turned to face her wife.

‘You don’t trust them, do you?’

‘Not a jot,’ Tegan said, crossing her arms. ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if they were just going along with this just so they don’t appear shady to us.’

‘Normally, I’d say you were too harsh,’ Nyssa said, smiling gently at her wife. ‘But, on this occasion, I absolutely agree with you. But maybe this is a good thing; they might well slip up because they know we’re investigating.’

Maximillian reappeared, walking across the hall, carrying a large transparent box.

‘For checking over the body,’ he said. ‘We do have a small lab on site if you require; Mr Finchley was surprisingly aware of the health risks of hotel staff.’

‘Thank you,’ Nyssa replied, as the man placed the box on a nearby table. ‘These will come in very handy.’

‘Do you have any cameras stationed around the hotel?’ Tegan asked. ‘It might help us spot something about the murder itself.’

‘Unfortunately, the only cameras stationed in the hotel are in the main lobby and some of the corridors,’ Maximillian replied.

‘It was a nice idea, Tegan,’ Nyssa said. ‘Maximillian, have you had any luck with the communications?’

‘None,’ the man sighed. ‘We really are cut off from the rest of the planet for at least a few days. It doesn’t help that this region doesn’t have a lot of population centres.’

‘We’ll just have to make the best of it,’ Tegan said. ‘And the board members have agreed to stay in the resort until the investigation has finished.’

‘That’s good,’ Maximilian replied, smiling. ‘We really do appreciate you both helping with this.’

The two women returned the smile, and Maximillian left, heading across the main hall.

‘I’ll have to examine the body,’ Nyssa said, already slipping a set of scrubs over her dress and doing up the zip. ‘Pass me those surgical gloves, will you?’

Tegan nodded, and handed them over.

‘You think you’ll be able to find anything?’

‘With the death only occurring a little while ago, I should think I’ll be able to get a good understanding of the cause,’ Nyssa replied, now pining her hair up and slipping a cap over it. She then began pulling on the gloves. ‘We may be able to ascertain the murder weapon and how it was used. Possibly even some DNA left by the killer.’

‘God, you’re so smart,’ Tegan said, smiling.

Nyssa’s cheeks flushed, and she let out a giggle.

‘Thank you,’ she said, smiling. ‘Now, as you’re better talking to people than I am -no, don’t argue, we both know it’s true- maybe you should enquire as to the backgrounds of the board members.’

‘Relationships to the victim, possible causes, that kind of thing?’

‘Exactly,’ Nyssa said, now slipping on a surgical mask. ‘Try to get them a little on edge; they may blurt out something they regret.’

‘Making people a little irritated? You’ve come to the right woman.’

Nyssa smiled.

                                                         *

 Tegan entered the fencing gallery. She had picked up a pad of paper and a pen from the main desk on the way.

The board members were all sat on seats on one side of the gallery. None of them were sitting near each other, leaving sizeable gaps inbetween them. All of them looked somewhat uneasy, but that was understandable given the circumstances.

Deciding to rip the worst plaster off first, Tegan approached the grizzled financier, and gestured towards a small room nearby. The man nodded and headed into the room, sitting down on one side of a table. Tegan followed and closed the door.  

‘Mr Crudgeonleigh, was it?’ she said, as she sat down on the opposite side of the table.

‘Yes,’ replied the man, curtly. ‘I basically financed this entire resort.’

‘Big spender, then?’

Crudgeonleigh’s eyes narrowed at her. He put Tegan in mind of a buzzard.

‘I am a very wealthy man,’ he said. ‘I lived a long life and I wanted to contribute to something other than my own pay packet for once. When Frederick came to me about this resort business, it was perfect timing.’

‘And now he’s dead, immediately after giving you a larger stake as a shareholder,’ Tegan said. ‘Forgive me for stating the obvious, but that sounds like a motive.’

Crudgeonleigh slammed his hands down on the table, nostrils flaring like a wounded bulldog.

‘I didn’t kill him!’ He spat, eyes widening. ‘I knew that man for over fifty years; he got me out of a ton of scrapes when we were young, and I’m damned if I ever thought of killing him at the peak of his greatest triumph!’

Tegan did not say anything, instead watching the man continue to breath heavily.

‘Bit of a short temper, then?’

‘I… I apologise,’ he said, gruffly. ‘Probably the grief. That… that was unbecoming of a gentleman.’

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 The old butler sat down.

‘Rudolph Tapper?’

The nervous man nodded, wiping his brow with a handkerchief.

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘Awful business; poor Mr Finchley.’

‘You were close?’

‘I was his butler for many years. Although I left for family reasons. About ten years later, Mr Finchley asked me if I’d consider employment at the resort he was planning. Head butlership, increased salary, etc. I… I couldn’t refuse.’

Tegan nodded, noting this all down.

‘And… would you say he was a good employer? Treated you well?’

Tapper stared at her for a moment.

‘I… yes, I suppose he was. Well, during his younger days, he could be brusque on occasion, but that wasn’t uncommon during that time. Never paid anyone badly, though. Very generous.’

Interesting.

Tegan noted this all down. A generous-but-brusque employer. A potentially bitter ex-employee with revenge in mind. Mr Tapper looked barely able to speak properly in front of most people, but you could never tell with these things. Maybe his nerves had finally snapped?

                                                                 *

 The slightly younger looking man sat down.

‘Alex Alexson?’

‘The Fifteenth, yes.’

‘The… Fifteenth?’

‘Old family tradition,’ he said. ‘Every first born son has the name. I’m the direct descendant of the founder of the dynasty.’

‘Fascinating,’ Tegan said, not bothering to write this down. She was already being forcibly reminded of every annoyingly cheerful aristocrat she’d ever met. ‘You knew Mr Finchley well? I’m told that your family own the land the resort was built on.’

‘Yes,’ replied Alexson. ‘When Frederick came to the planet looking for a suitable site, we became close business associates.’

‘Good man, you thought?’

Alexson nodded.

‘Generous and affable, to be precise. I still can’t believe someone would… would…’

The man suddenly turned around in his seat, wiping his eyes with a handkerchief.

‘My apologies,’ he said, after a moment. ‘It… it was supposed to be such a happy occasion, and it’s been marred by tragedy.’

Hmmm, Tegan thought. Well, unlike the other two, Alexson didn’t seem to any motive whatsoever, at least not so far. However, given he was the victims business partner, maybe the motive was financial in nature. The local landowner who was hoping to get a lot of money out the spa? Maybe this was one of those “hostile takeover” situations?

                                                             *

 Tegan sat down on the opposite side of the table, as the older woman leaned back in her seat, folding one leg over the other in the way she seemed to do out of habit.

‘Ms Jovanka-Traken.’

‘Ms Swoosh.’

Tania Swoosh drew on her cigarette holder, before letting out a ring of smoke lackadaisically. Tegan ignored this, instead noting down the woman’s name.

‘I take it you had a… history with Mr Finchley.’

‘Twenty years of marriage is not just “history”, but yes.’

Tegan raised an eyebrow.

‘After over a decade of being left in peace, I get pulled over two galaxies to a backwater planet in the middle of nowhere, told I have a stake in the place, and then the bugger doesn’t even the decency to explain himself before dying.’

‘Your ex-husband died barely a few hours after giving you a percentage of his own shares in the place,’ Tegan said, arching an eyebrow. ‘Now you’re a good deal richer and with your ex-husband out of the way forever. Seems like a rather good set-up for you, doesn’t it.’

Swoosh did not answer.

‘That’s called a motive, Ms Swoosh,’ Tegan said.

‘I… I didn’t kill him,’ Swoosh said, quietly. ‘I promise you, I did not.’

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 ‘Reverend Mast?

The man nodded.

‘Ms… Jovanka, was it?’

‘Jovanka-Traken,’ replied Tegan.

‘Traken…’ said the Reverend, slowly. ‘Wasn’t there a planet with that name at some point in time?’

‘That’s beside the point,’ Tegan said. ‘I’m given to understand that you were invited here on Mr Finchley’s personal invitation.’

‘Yes, we met a while ago in the capital,’ replied the Reverend. ‘I was not privy to the share transfer, given that I am not technically a board member.’

‘But you still knew the victim.’

The Reverend suddenly rose to his feet, and walked around the table, so that he was standing in front of Tegan’s chair. He stared Tegan in the eye.

‘I am the master, and you don’t need to ask me questions-’

SLAP!

The Master crashed to the ground with the force of Tegan’s hand hitting his face. She had jumped to her feet without thinking, and had charged forwards.

‘You… bastard,’ Tegan growled, glaring down at him, her hands now clenching into fists. ‘Now I know why you picked up on the name Traken!’

‘I… what?’ The Master asked, looking confused as he stared up at her. ‘I’ve never visited Traken.’

‘Yes, you have! I know you don’t care about the places you destroy but-’

‘Destroy Traken?’

The time lord looked shocked.

‘I assure you, I’ve never met you before in my life,’ the Master said, getting to his feet and adjusting his jacket. ‘I’d remember offending someone enough to cause them to slap with that much force.’

‘You… you’re serious?’

‘I rarely joke, Ms Jovanka-Traken.’

Tegan rubbed the bridge of her nose, sighing. This was all they needed right now. Never mind a potential murder scene, they now had to deal with time lord nonsense as well. It was as if Tegan and Nyssa couldn’t relax for a single weekend without one of these idiots bringing their shenanigans into the picture.

And what was she going to tell Nyssa? Love, don’t worry; one of the potential suspects is the man who murdered your father. Yeah, that would definitely help Nyssa’s anxiety levels.

‘So… if you’re not here getting up to schemes, why are you here?’

‘Well… I’m on holiday.’

Tegan stared at him.

‘Holiday?’

‘Yes,’ replied the Master. ‘Am I… not allowed to have a holiday?’

‘Undercover as a reverend?’

‘Given that I am technically on the run from the Time Lords, I find that an alias can help alleviate much of the issues when travelling. Unlike a certain time lord in a blue box I could mention, I like to travel incognito when relaxing.’

‘If you say so.’

‘How is the Doctor, by the way?’

‘She’s fine.’

The Master nodded, without comment on the different pronoun. Time Lords were apparently far less bothered by these things than humans were.

‘That’s good; she does make the universe an infinitely more interesting place.’

‘I thought you hated the Doctor.’

‘Well, maybe the version of me that you’ve met previously does,’ the Master replied. ‘But I personally find the Doctor to be a fine adversary. Of course, we were once very close friends, so I suppose I am still rather fond of her in that way.’

Tegan grimaced.

‘My apologies,’ said the Master. ‘I did not intend to offend. You see, my relationship with the Doctor is… well, far more complex that humans are usually accustomed to-’

‘Stop talking or I’m gonna slap you again.’

                                                                   *

  Tegan entered the main hall, closed the door behind her, and headed over to where Nyssa was stood.

‘Any luck?’ Nyssa said, turning as she heard Tegan approach.

‘A bit,’ Tegan replied, flipping through her notebook. ‘All of them seem to have a motive of some kind; revenge against a bad employer, money schemes, envious landowner, jilted ex-partner, etc. And all of them are now financially better off with the victim gone.’

Nyssa nodded, come to stand and look over Tegan’s shoulder at her notes.

‘It seems as if we have every kind of motive covered,’ the Trakenite said. ‘Romantic revenge, anger, business woes, and money.’

‘Pretty much. Any findings from the body?’

‘There’s no trauma to the neck or chest,’ Nyssa said. ‘No outward signs of any blunt weapon. However, the way he acted as he fell indicated that he may have ingested some form of poison.’

‘Any way to determine that conclusively?’

Nyssa nodded.

‘The instrument I used should be finished now.’

Nyssa crossed to the nearest table, and picked up an instrument. Pressing a button, Nyssa watched as a strip of paper was printed out. She stared down at the readings.

‘Definitely a mixture with poisonous effects, ingested shortly before the murder. At an estimate, I’d say barely a few minutes before, if that.’

‘His drink?’

Nyssa nodded.

‘It certainly looks like it. He hadn’t drunk anything else all evening except for the one he drank just before he collapsed. And there are plenty of fast-acting mixtures that can cause effects like this.’

Nyssa bent down and picked up the half-empty glass that was lying next to the body. A few droplets remained on the bottom.

‘I’ll run some tests on this,’ she said. ‘And see if it matches the poison found in Mr Finchley.’

Tegan nodded.

‘Good plan. We need to know what we’re dealing with.’

‘Oh, you didn’t mention the motive of the Reverend,’ Nyssa said. ‘I take it that, due to him not being a board member, he stood to gain nothing from the transfer of shares?’

‘Something like that. Er… Nys?’

‘Yes, Tegan?’

Tegan sighed, before walking over and squeezing her wife’s hand softly.

‘It’s… well, I have to tell you something about the Reverend…’

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Thanks for reading, everyone; hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Also, I don't know about you all, but I've been basking in the heady glow of THAT season 20 trailer for the past day. It's great to see Tegan and Nyssa getting more of the spotlight, as well as most of the plausible deniability for the pairing being gently removed (Tegan's deepest desire is to be together with Nyssa? Hmmm, doesn't sound very platonic to me XD). I know we all joke about there never being a heterosexual explanation for these two, but it is absolutely true!

[riordanness]

sparks fly — [p.jackson]

pairing: percy jackson x reader

wordcount: 1.0K

warnings: percy is hot

“Wait,” I hold up both hands and stare in delight at my half-sister. “Beckendorf actually asked you?”

“Yes!” Silena is a flushing mess, sitting cross legged on her bunk as our whole cabin is getting ready for breakfast.

There’s a short round of squeals, and I skip over and sit beside her, throwing a playful arm over her shoulder.

“I’m so glad for you,” I say, a pleased little smile on my face. Charles Beckendorf, or just Beckendorf, as we all called him, had been the object of Silena’s crush for ages. Like, long enough to be frustratingly annoying. But it seems the boy had finally caught on, as he’d just asked her last night to attend the Fourth of July fireworks show on the beach with him. Oh, and by the way, that’s like the biggest dating event of the year at Camp.

“Thanks, girl.” Silena smiles, and then nudges me knowingly. “Has he asked you yet?”

“Huh?” I play innocent. “Who?”

“Percy Jackson,” everyone choruses. Okay, maybe I’m not the subtlest when it comes to liking someone. Everyone knows about it. Except, apparently, Percy.

“No,” I say, shrugging. “He probably won’t.”

“Girl, then you ask him.” Lacy throws a pillow at me, which I catch and throw back. She laughs when it hits her and falls to the ground.

“I am not doing that,” I say indignantly.

“Why not?” Delia chirps up. “Girls can do the asking, that’s not even weird these days.”

“I know that,” I argue. “I just like the traditional ways. Boys ask.”

Delia shrugs. “Okay, whatever. Just don’t be surprised if you end up going to the fireworks alone.”

I don’t answer, just shrug on my pink jacket and head to the dining hall for breakfast.

I wasn’t surprised when Percy ended up finding me later that morning, sitting on the canoe lake pier and gazing out into the sparkling water.

“Hey, you,” he says easily, swinging himself down to sit beside me, our legs dangling. I notice that we’re both wearing our converse today. No surprise there in my case; I’m always wearing mine. They’re old and battered and doodled on to death, but they’re my comfort shoes. Percy’s are blue, naturally, and slightly less worn out.

“Hey,” I say back, nudging my best friend’s shoulder good-naturedly. “Where were you at breakfast? Didn’t see you.”

Percy shrugs, his sea green eyes fixed solidly on the water. His eyes are just as sparkly as it is.

“Yeah, sorry, I, um. Slept in.” Percy runs his hand through his dark hair, messing it up even more than it already was.

I raise an eyebrow. “Slept in? Dude. Come on, what’s really up?”

Percy kind of half laughs. “Okay, yeah. I wasn’t asleep. I didn’t sleep much at all last night, actually. I was… thinking about something.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I wait, but Percy doesn’t seem to wait to elaborate. “Cool. Well, anyway, the fireworks are tonight.”

“You excited?”

“Of course I am excited,” I say, giving him a smile. “I love the fireworks show. And, Nyssa told me it’s their best display yet this year. I can’t wait.”

Percy is quiet, his gaze still lingering on the water. “Hey, y/n?”

“Mm?” I reply, my gaze still lingering on him, as it always seems to.

“Are you going with anyone tonight?”

I hesitate, my heart pounding. “You mean like on a date?”

“Yeah,” Percy says, his voice hushed. He finally meets my eyes.

“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “Not yet.”

Percy stares at me for a second, seemingly trying to form the words. Gods, he’s such an awkward idiot.

Finally, he pushes out a stumbling, “Will you go with me?”

“Yes,” I say immediately. “Absolutely, yes.”

“Yeah?” Percy looks surprised, which makes me laugh.

“Yes,” I repeat, reaching over and lacing our fingers together. “I wouldn’t want to go with anyone else.”

Percy half smiles, and half laughs, and says, “And here I was, all scared and nervous about asking you.”

I nudge him playfully, squeezing his hand. “Don’t be silly.”

There are campers everywhere, on picnic blankets and deck chairs and towels, or just simply sitting on the sand. Most people are paired off in couples, and for the first year of my life, so am I.

Percy runs over to me, a stupid grin on his face. His dark hair is messy and windswept, like he’s been running on the beach for hours.

“Hey, you,” he says, arriving at my side, a little breathless. He laces his fingers easily through mine, and I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t speed up, the heat spreading to my cheeks.

“Hi,” I say back, suddenly shy in his presence. Which is ridiculous. We’ve been the bestest of friends for years, why am I suddenly nervous now?

I know why.

It’s because I’m hyper aware of the fact that before this moment, I’ve never had to worry about the fact that any second, Percy might kiss me.

“Come on.” He tugs on my arm gently, leading me through the crowd, until we reach a blue and white checked picnic blanket. Percy has brought strawberries, chocolate, and a six pack of Coke cans. I turn, and his glittering sea green eyes are staring into mine, a little nervous.

“Is it okay?” he asks softly. “I’ve never taken anyone on a date before.”

My heart swells with love and gratitude and pure, pure joy. “Percy, gods, it’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

His face breaks into the biggest smile, and I swear, he’s never looked more attractive than right now.

“Gods, I could kiss you right now,” he says, then flushes awkwardly. “I—I mean—“

“Do it,” I whisper, cutting him off.

“Huh?” Percy looks at me, mostly confused.

“Kiss me,” I reply, my heart beating fast. Where is all this bravery coming from? Inside, I’m a nervous mess of emotions.

“Okay.” Percy grins, and doesn’t hesitate to pull me towards him, his mouth on mine without a second to lose.

Would it be incredibly cliché to say that sparks flew as we kissed? Yes, it would be. But it’s true. Literally. Because at that exact second, the fireworks display began, explosions of gorgeous colours lighting up the sky around him, so my first kiss was kind of insanely unforgettable.

[betty-gb]

My Muse | Luke Castellan

Request: So I’ve have this in the back of my head for a while- so hear me out, Luke x Artist reader(they could be the child of Hephaestus since he’s also the god of art and creativity) reader is sketching next to the lake and Luke sorta stumbles across them drawing 👀

Warnings: none I think, unedited

AN: thank you so much for requesting I hope you like it!! This is sorta a pre-dating thing, crushing on each other. It’s second person, unlike my last one so ig I’ll see which I like better. I’m 99% sure it’s gender-neutral reader and reader is a child of Hephaestus. Oh also I’m so sorry I know nothing about drawing faces I tried my best 😭😭

The breeze was soft, slightly ruffling the worn pages of your sketchbook. Today you had strayed from your usual inspiration, drawing the horizon as opposed to your default muse. Oh to be loved by an artist. All someone would have to do is flip one page to uncover the many portraits of Luke Castellan that lay in the book, to be quite honest you were surprised no one had noticed yet. Well, other than your sister Nyssa, who had sworn to secrecy. As you sketched the fleeting clouds, ink from your hand staining the paper, you felt a presence approaching.

“Hey Luke,” you smiled, not bothering to look up.

“What are you drawing this time?”

“Just the sky,” you looked up at him, “but it’s pretty much done.”

“Draw me next,” his tone was teasing but you could see sincerity in his eyes.

“Draw you?” A small laugh escaped your mouth, if only he knew, “I’m afraid I only draw pretty things.”

Both of you erupted into a fit of giggles when he lightly hit your arm in annoyance.

“But seriously,” he continued, “draw me.”

After a small quirk of your eyebrow, “Alright.”

You began with an outline of his jaw, scolding him to stop moving every few minutes. Most of the times you had drawn him had been from a distance, a memory, or sometimes a picture, so you found ease in drawing the boy when he was seated in front of you. You took this time to admire his features unquestioned. Were his eyes always that pretty? Did his hair always falling in such perfect curls? You felt a slight heat in your cheeks and mentally scolded yourself.

Luke soon grew impatient, the ADHD of all demigods taking over and he began to spew random conversation and fiddle with the nature that lay below him. In due time you had finished a basic sketch of the boy, holding it out for his curious eyes.

He hummed in approval, eyebrows raising slightly, “That’s really good.”

“Thanks,” the blush reappeared.

“You must have a lot of practice drawing me.”

You could tell he was dangling the information in front of you, the glint in his eyes revealing a familiar mischief. Your secret muse was not so secret anymore.

“Nyssa?”

“Ya,” he nodded. A silence fell, not quite comfortable yet not one of discomfort. You sat in contemplation, heart beating at the mere idea of your next words.

“Well, beautiful things deserve to be appreciated.”

There was a beat of silence before the boy’s response came, “l would draw you but I’m not sure I have the talent to do your beauty justice.”

This time the silence was comfortable, both of you blushed with tiny smiles curling your lips.

The moment was broken by a shout of your name. Nyssa, the backstabber. But that was a conversation for another day. She spouted some nonsense about your younger brother needing help with his project before rushing off again.

“Duty calls,” you sighed, lifting yourself from the ground and collecting your book.

“Draw me again sometime?” He smiled from the ground.

“I would have anyway.”

“I know.”

[mediumgayitalian]

The satellite dish at Camp Half-Blood would be better suited as a cereal bowl.

It hardly works. It catches a grand total of nineteen channels, twelve of which are news stations, and the final seven almost never have anything playing that’s actually worth watching. But the DVD player only ever works every third month, and the strawberry plants have to be watered, so on rainy days, the sixteen of them cram into the rec room of the Big House, organised, fight-reduction seating for as long as Nyssa can tiredly maintain it, and squabble over the remote.

“It’s my turn! Give it to me!”

“Quit whining you little twerp —”

“Will! Make her give me the remote!”

“Snitch! Snitch! Sherman, beat him up —”

Nico narrowly dodges Kayla’s dirty sneaker, sniggering to himself as Will and Sherman share, for perhaps the first time in either of their lives, an identical sigh of endless suffering, each grabbing one sibling and yanking backwards. They’ve really dug their claws in, so it takes a couple tries.

“Kayla,” Will warns, both hands clamped around her ankles, “if you don’t let go in three damn seconds —”

“Ellis sucks at picking channels!”

“Everybody sucks at picking channels! We got maybe four to choose from!”

“Seven,” correct several people at once.

Will rolls his eyes. “Forgive me. I forgot about the three toddler channels the rest of y’all babies are so enthralled by.”

“As if you don’t watch Sesame Street with as much childlike glee as the rest of us, Solace.”

“Can it, Diaz. Kayla, remove your nails from his face!”

A hand tugs on his sleeve. Nico glances over to find Austin’s big, pleading eyes, and since he is a massively weak loser, apparently, he sighs, mouth twitching when Austin wiggles happily, and plunges his hand into the nearest shadow.

He digs around for a second, trying to orient himself, and smirks when he sees his hand reappear across the couch, right in between Kayla and Ellis’ heads. He waits, watching for a break. Austin watches carefully next to him, hands still around his other wrist, and when the timing is right — a twitch in Kayla’s knee indicating an oncoming kick that even Will won’t be able to stop — he squeezes. Nico darts between them, snatching the remote for himself. He passes it to Austin with a wink. Austin points it to the TV immediately, clicking it to what everyone has aptly named the ‘Grandma Channel’ — twenty-four-seven footage of gardening set to quit jazz.

Thirteen groans — one cheer by Miranda, their lone ally — sound at once.

“You’re weak as all hell, di Angelo,” Billie informs him, obviously a fake gardener. Shame.

He makes a face at her.

Despite their troubles, the peace of the Grandma Channel does not last. In what can only be a coordinated attack, Nico and Austin are lulled into a false sense of security, entranced by a particularly satisfying timelapse of a grape vine, and when their guards are down, they are ambushed. With a deafening war cry, Harley is flung bodily on top of the two of them, landing with two gleeful elbows to Nico’s shoulder and Austin’s ribs, rendering them breathless and perhaps even close to death.

“No maiming,” Austin protests, wheezing.

“I’m telling Chiron,” Nico agrees, similarly struggling to reinflate his lungs. He glances at his medic boyfriend, also known as Judas, who only shrugs, smirking. His thumb is notably smeared with grease, a consequence of touching Harley no matter how many times Nyssa forces him to shower. Traitor. “No maiming is, like, the only rule here.”

Harley climbs off of them, elbows once again violating the rule on the way off. Nico actually feels his spleen compress into the size of an atom.

“Tough!”

The little twerp hands his prize to his big sister, who points it at the screen gracefully, as if she did not just use said brother as a weapon against two innocent people. Constantly innovative, those Hephaestus children.

Nyssa, on account of having hands like steel wires and a right hook that could make Muhammad Ali fall crying to his knees, is left peacefully alone with the remote. Nico glares at her, as he often does, with equal amount of hatred and awe. His emotions are widely replicated across the overstuffed couches.

She clicks rapidly through the channels, as she always does, fast enough that the sound echoes like static along with the rain.

breaking — jump! — traffic — learn — George — crayon — soil — sale —

She hardly rests in a channel for more than a second, cutting in the middle of sentences and even words, images flashing rapidly across the screen, swirling colour and skipping melodies, steadied by the roll of thunder, the patter of raindrops, the roar of wind and away of bending trees.

kids! — buy — gun — bridge — add — spade — colour — nine — east —

Austin sighs from beside him, sinking into the couch. Nico breaks away from the hypnosis for a moment to glance at the rest of the room and finds everyone else similarly entranced; eyes half-lidded and unfocused against the still-swirling TV, heads tilted back, curled into each other, limbs slow, fingers tapping quietly.

run — neat — rose — pasta — schools — closure — Sola — bumper —

“Wait,” Will murmurs.

gym — roll — climb — bush — accident — bud —

The old couches creak as Will shifts, Kayla pushed gently to the side as he moves forward.

“Nyssa, wait. Go back.”

The rain seems to mute itself. Nico is aware, quite suddenly, of the stiff set to Will’s spine, the odd quality of his voice. Nyssa, too, must recognize it, because she glances over at him, then slowly back to the TV, pressing the channel button once and setting the remote carefully on the coffee table in front of her.

No one grabs it.

“— terrible tragedy,” says a news anchor. “Unbelievably, really, Barbara, and something so sudden —”

“No,” Will says.

“Yes, Dave, always something you read about in old newspapers but never remember happens in real life —”

“No. No.”

He reaches for the remote but misses the first time, patting blindly on the table, and the second time, too, eyes glued to the bright screen. His hand scrabbles, nails digging on the old wood, increasingly desperately, but his eyes won’t move, face won’t pivot. Nico swallows, pushing back the sting of bile crawling slowly up his throat, the dullness in his ear, muffled like his ear is turned to a soundproofed wall. The hands he tells to reach over and hand the remote to Will don’t work.

“— almost makes me think of James Dean. That’s Naomi Solace, for those just tuning in, currently in critical condition from a head-on collision with a semi in Savannah, Georgia —”

Nico’s ears white out completely.

Will’s knees hit the floor.

———

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[pressgforgoodgirl]

Arthur's Mare (Part 1)

Summary: arthur loses his long-time, beloved mare and you are there by his side to comfort him

Pairing: arthur morgan x reader

Word count: 2,421

Warnings: mentions of slavery and racism, animal loss, grief, angst, a bit of suggestiveness (18+, minors DNI)

Read part 2 here

Picture credit: pic 1 - wellington lage on pinterest; pic 2 - nyssa on pinterest; pic 3 - l666w on pinterest

The dreaded day had finally come, one Arthur knew had long awaited him. He had never loved a horse quite as much as he loved this one. He still remembered the day he had found her, rescued her, really. 

Arthur received a tip of a home, hidden deep in the woods, with a single occupant sitting on years of slave-earned money and guns. Folks say he had been a recluse since the modern-thinking folk of the town caught wind of just how depraved his treatment of black folks had been. Even some former slave owners were disgusted by the stories they had heard. Now, living alone and growing older and weaker by the day, he was just begging for a robbing, and in Arthur’s mind, a cruel beating. The thought of breathing the same air as such a person disgusted Arthur, but the thought of vengeance made the task an easier one. 

His former horse had become injured and grew sick beyond healing. Though it devastated him, he knew it best to leave the horse with an older man, a veterinarian, who could ensure she lived her final days in peace and what comfort he could provide her. Ever since, he had been riding one of the spare mares the gang owned, but never felt much of a connection with her. 

John offered to ride with him, happy to help give this old bastard the treatment he deserved. The ex-slaver didn’t live to share the details of his meeting the cowboys, and Arthur and John never regretted a thing they did, no matter how twisted it had been. They knew he deserved every bit. 

As they scavenged the house for what they could recover, Arthur noticed a beautiful, young mare outside near the dilapidated barn. He was captivated by her strength and beauty, though her coat was a bit mangy and her mane and tail in need of substantial grooming. Arthur knew he couldn’t leave her here, but knew he couldn’t sell her either, though not for lack of buyers. He knew there was something special about this horse.

As Arthur went out and approached the mare, she whinnied fearfully, eyes crazed, running around her enclosure. Arthur was sure to approach carefully, softly. He spoke gentle encouragements, “What a beautiful girl…. You’re alright now girl…. Easy girl.” He slowly dug a carrot out of his satchel and extended it to her. She hesitantly approached and quickly tugged the carrot out of his hand, running off to the other side of the pen to enjoy Arthur’s offering. When he offered another, the mare approached with slightly more trust and confidence, allowing herself to eat the carrot right there in front of Arthur. When he reached out a slow, gentle hand, the mare neighed hesitantly and bucked her neck away, but slowly returned her neck to Arthur’s open hand, allowing him to gently caress her neck. Arthur continued with his soft praises, “You’re a good girl…. You’re alright girl…. Come here pretty girl.” 

John met Arthur by the pen a few moments later, sure to walk carefully so as not to startle the mare. The mare looked over hesitantly, but was beginning to feel safe under Arthur’s touch. “That’s a beautiful horse there, Arthur, though the bastard could’ve afforded some more love and care.” 

“Sure is… sure is,” Arthur replied without turning his eyes from her. 

“Well, we can’t leave her out here, Arthur. I’m sure with some grooming we could sell her off to some fencers for good money. She sure is a beaut underneath the dirt, though, and you seem to have a way with her,” John offered.

Arthur continued to pat and stroke the mare as she began to sigh and snort in response to his comforting care. After a moment, he turned to John and decided that he had to keep her. He felt a connection to this horse after only a few moments of caressing her and earning her trust. He carefully led the horse to where they had hitched the horses they rode over. Arthur tethered the mare to his saddle and carefully began to lead the horse back to camp, taking his time and John and Arthur offering plenty of treats. He didn’t want to try and ride the horse until she felt clean, groomed, and more trusting of Arthur. 

The rest was history. Arthur had carefully loved and spoiled his horse for the greater part of two decades and his horse had carried him through thick and thin in return. Over the last few years, however, his mare began to show her age, getting slower and losing stamina as the months passed by. Arthur was thankful that his mare had avoided sickness and had been nursed through any ailments she had faced. Still he was devastated to see her grow older and he knew it may only be a matter of months before he laid her to rest. He cherished every ride, knowing it may be her last. 

In the months leading up to today, he knew his horse didn’t deserve to be pushed and driven on his dangerous missions any longer, though he knew she would be glad to continue to carry him ‘til her final breath. “You done good, girl” he often praised as he patted and stroked her gently, being sure to feed her her favorite foods and treats. He couldn’t yet bear the thought of riding a different horse out into town, however, so he often asked to join you on yours. You never minded, of course. Hell if it wasn’t for the sorry circumstances you would have wished for this a lot sooner, feeling his big, strong chest and arms enveloping you and pretending you didn’t feel his member pressing up against your rear, though you both pretended to be apathetic about the whole thing. 

Today, however, your heart was broken for Arthur. You had woken up early to care for your own horse, who was in need of a good, thorough clean. You had seen Arthur’s horse getting slower, eating less, and opting to lay down more than she stood, especially in the last few days. You knew she wouldn’t have much time left. But today the final dagger had been sunk through your heart as you walked out to see her at the edge of camp, laying in a secluded, sunken spot in the grass, breathing raggedly, eyes crazed and confused. She had managed the strength to rip the rope off the hitching post, finding a private spot for what she knew would be her final moments. You stopped in your tracks, tears welling, heart racing. Your body was frozen but you knew you needed to wake Arthur, and quickly. 

Oh, Arthur. How would you tell him? What would you say? The morning sun was just beginning to light up the horizon as you ran through the dew-covered grass to Arthur’s tent, trying not to wake the others. You stopped at the entrance to his tent and took a few deep breaths, trying to gain your composure, attempting to steady your breathe and suck in your tears. You wanted to be strong for Arthur, unsure of how he would handle this loss. You knew time was dwindling, so you forced yourself to open the flaps and approach Arthur’s sleeping form. His chest rose and lowered slowly with each breath and his face held the peaceful look of a man lost in deep slumber. Oh, how you hated to wake him, knowing the news you bore would bring such devastation and pain, none of which Arthur deserved. You knelt beside his bed, body trembling, and gently began to rock his shoulder. You whispered his name softly as you caressed his arm, pulling him out of his slumber. 

“Y/n?” Arthur mumbled sleepily. “What time is it? Is something wrong?” he asked as he struggled to open his eyes, trying to wipe the sleep from his face. You couldn’t bring yourself to reply, only stroke his arm, wishing desperately you could spare him from the pain lying seconds ahead.

Once Arthur was awake enough to notice your body language and lack of response, he knew why you were there. He sat up slowly, consciousness returning to him like a runaway freight train, then froze, searching your eyes for confirmation of what he dreaded was true. You couldn’t help but allow the tears to once again fill your eyes, a tear slipping down your cheek. You reached for his face, gently caressing his cheek. “She’s still alive, but you need to get dressed now, Arthur. I’m not sure how much longer she can hold on,” you whispered, your voice catching on a suppressed sob. 

Arthur’s breath caught at your words. Then he stumbled out of bed and you passed him his clothes. He didn’t even bother to button his shirt or fasten his suspenders before he quickly walked out of his tent toward the horses, stumbling into his boots as he searched for her desperately. When his eyes caught sight of her, he rushed to her side, slowing his footsteps as he approached, however, as not to startle her. He laid by her side, his head next to hers, gently running his hand through her mane and along her neck. 

You followed from a distance, wanting to be there to support Arthur while also allowing him this final moment with his beloved mare. You watched as the mare’s eyes lost the crazed look, softening at Arthur’s presence, holding his gaze. She grunted lovingly in response, though the underlying pain in her noises was undeniablel. Arthur’s face was consumed with grief and heartbreak for the mare that had been by his side for the greater part of his time with the gang, carrying him, protecting him, trusting him. He barely made out whispers of loving assurance, his voice cracking, throat closing in on him, “That’s my girl…. You done good girl…. You go to rest now…. I love you girl….” With that final phrase he finally choked on his words, allowing sobs to rack through his body. He never knew this mare would make a burly, tough outlaw such as himself cry, but cry he did. Silent tears fell against the mare as he continued to stroke her lovingly, hands unsteady, chest heaving.

After a few moments like this, Arthur whispered in her ear one last time, “Goodbye, good ol’ girl. You go on now, you done more than enough for this ol’ cowboy. You’re okay now, girl. Go to sleep, pretty girl.” With that last reassurance from her beloved Arthur, the mare’s ragged breaths stilled, her pained grunts ceased, her muscles relaxed. Arthur’s gaze traveled the mare’s body and another set of racking, silent sobs overtook his body. You allowed him a few more moments before approaching him quietly from behind. You sat behind him as he continued to lay next to the mare and gently stroked Arthur’s hair and neck. You weren’t sure your heart had ever ached so much before as you sat there in silence, trying to console a man so consumed by pain. 

The sun continued to gain over the horizon, the bright cheery rays casting a sharp contrast against the devastation of loss. As the camp began to stir, most allowed Arthur space, working quietly with an unspoken sorrow for him. 

John watched from the fire as you stroked Arthur, his sobs eventually dying to a sniffle, followed by a dissociated gaze held on his mare. He remembered the day he had helped Arthur bring the mare home and knew how much the horse had meant to him from their first meeting. He was sure thankful Arthur had you to console him. After allowing you and Arthur some time, he knew he should be there to comfort his friend, too. John joined you on the grass, sitting criss-cross, gently stroking the mare’s back as he gazed off into the distance. 

Eventually, Arthur’s gaze returned to the present. He wiped the tears from his face as you continued to stroke his head. 

“You were the best thing that ever happened to that horse, Arthur Morgan. She’ll never forget the time she had with you,” you whispered softly. 

This brought a few more tears to spill over onto Arthur’s cheeks, but also a soft, pained smile at the corner of his mouth. You felt more pangs in your heart as you watched him. 

“Oh, what am I doin’ cryin’ like this, makin’ a fool of myself” Arthur muttered, lifting his back off the ground to sit in the dirt, wiping more tears from his cheeks. 

“Nothin’ foolish about mourning your loss, Arthur. You were a good man, and boy did this horse know it,” John asserted. “You just let us know what you need, brother.”

And so you and John continued to sit with Arthur until he was ready to get to his feet. Arthur said one final goodbye to his beloved girl, planting a kiss between her eyes, and then left John to take care of her. You supported Arthur’s elbow as he walked slowly, his eyes cast down to the ground with a look of pained longing and loss amidst the beautiful blue that adorned them. 

You led him, neither of you saying a word, to one of his favorite spots by the edge of camp. You helped Arthur sit, and after a few moments, you listened as he told you his favorite stories about the mare, including the day they had met. You listened carefully, and his eyes began to soften, occasionally stealing a glance at you. He began to lean into your warm side, and you supported him, a hand drawing gentle circles on his back as his deep voice began to vibrate between your connected bodies. He began to get up as his appetite began to return and hunger pains gnawed at him, but after you demanded he stay put, he finally allowed you to return to camp to fetch him a bowl of soup. You returned, and without a word, began to spoon the warm, comforting food into his mouth. You gazed into each other’s eyes a while, Arthur always in awe at the love and care you showed, feeling undeserving. When you were done feeding him, you set the bowl aside and embraced him. You kissed him gently on the forehead before returning your head to the crook of his neck and joined him in admiring the beautiful country before you. 

Part 2

[aingeal98]

I really do appreciate how nothingburger Tim and Steph's relationship with Talia is like they know of her sure. She's Damian's mom. Tim's met her once or twice.

She shows up at a batfam meet up because Damian forgot his Nintendo switch at her place and Dick, Jason, Cass and Damian are all instantly feeling a ton of complicated emotions that makes Dick and Cass want to leave and Jason and Damian want to hug her.

Dick, thinking: Why is she here? She's up to something. I need to warn Bruce.

Cass, thinking: Oh fuck should I tell her that Nyssa is back and apologise for killing her in the first place. Would she even want an apology for that?

Jason, thinking: I'm so glad she's alright I mean I knew she would be Luthor's men would never be enough to take her out but Bruce is in a mood and if she goes to see him after this he'll only hurt her I need to subtly warn her without pissing the bat cult off.

Damian, thinking: Mitski's class of 2013.mp3

Meanwhile Tim and Steph are like oh hey Talia. How's business going, you look well. We're going to order chicken wings, do you want some? Oh you're vegetarian? That's awesome, we can order cauliflower wings too if you want. Hey guys why is no one talking anymore, Cass was just telling us about her latest death and Steph vision. Come on, don't leave us hanging.

[apollocabinrep]

PJO PRIDE HEADCANONS PT 2

• Castor was pansexual while Pollux is on the aro spec (demiromantic). Whenever Castor had a crush, Pollux would insist his twin could do better, or that they were "okay."

• Holly and Laurel compete in everything and if they ever end up crushing on the same person, it will also be a competition. Whoever can give them the best flowers, best date, etc. Essentially who can win the person's heart.

• If they crush on different people, the competition changes to who took their partner out on a better date.

• Nyssa is sapphic or unlabeled, probably just content with her work though she can point out a cute girl when she sees one.

• Chris Rodriguez is a bisexual, ambiamorous icon. (Ambiamorous is having more than 1 partner only if the person you're dating is okay with it. You don't mind not having more than one partner.)

• ^ Chris, Beckendorf, Silena, & Clarisse were definitely a polycule and when Silena and Beckendorf died, Chris & Clarisse got a tattoo with all 4 of their initials inside of a heart on their chests. (Clarisse won't ever say anything about it or admit to it.)

• Everyone thinks that because Butch is an Iris kid, he has to be LGBTQ+, but in reality he is just their biggest ally. He thinks the LGBTQ+ campers are extremely brave and admires them.

• But there's also trans Butch which I've started to like a lot

• Most campers think Connor is bisexual, but he's actually demi. He just likes to confuse them even more because he only hangs up the MLM flag.

• Connor tried to ask Malcolm out through a prank, because that's how Travis asked Katie out and it worked for them.

• Travis and Katie are Bi4Bi

• Clovis isn't labeled, so many (young) campers just think he's hetero. He's not awake long enough to care.

Warning: Leeluke below, don't like, don't look 👍

• Lee was the one to ask Luke out after 3 months of them flirting

• Luke fell first, but Lee fell harder

• Lee was pansexual, Luke was bisexual

• Luke always had his arm wrapped around Lee's waist or shoulder because Lee had so many people crushing on him due to his nurturing nature.

• Luke's betrayal was like a punch to the gut to Lee because the boy didn't leave anything for him. Not a note, goodbye, nothing.

• Lee saw Luke one final time before his death in BotL. It was right before SoM.

• For the first time in years, Lee had gone home for the school year, and Luke showed up outside his school. Lee punched him in the face before hugging him. It was an entire show for the courtyard. They spent the day enjoying each other's company. At the end of it, Luke told him everything he planned on doing, and said when Kronos rose, he'd come back for Lee.

• When Luke entered Elysium, Lee refused to talk to him at all. So many of his younger siblings had entered and he was rightfully upset.

• It took them 8 months before they could even be in the same room, but Luke had changed for the better and if it wasn't doing things to Lee's unbeating heart.

• Lee fell first this time, or maybe he had never really stopped falling, and asked Luke out, asked for a second chance for them.

• Turns out, second chances are worth it sometimes. Michael's jaw dropped when he saw and ranted endlessly, but Lee was happy that Luke had changed in the end.

• "Ain't no way I DIED and you're out here FORGIVING HIM!!!" - Michael Yew

• "I LEFT MY BOYFRIEND, LEE!!!"

• "And you can wait for him, Michael."

• "Bitch."

[stranger-angel0401]

You'll Avoid Me Too

Pairing: Leo Valdez x Thanatos!Reader

Summary: When Leo ends up at Camp Half-Blood, he can't figure out why one camper is alone. When he gets to know them, he really doesn't get it.

Wc: 2.9k

Warnings: Language, reader gets bullied, reader doesn't know Spanish. No pronouns or description used for reader, but you could argue I used feminine adjectives (pretty, beautiful, etc).

From the day he arrived at Camp Half-Blood, Leo was convinced everyone there was insane. 

Of course, there was the whole ‘everyone is half god’ situation, but what really had him reeling was the fact that nobody was hanging out with the most beautiful person in camp.

He first noticed you at the campfire, sitting in the back by yourself. Nobody sat within several feet of you, and nobody seemed to even acknowledge your presence. 

Once he was pretty sure he’d gotten the general gist of what goes on at the campfire, Leo stood up and walked over to the log where you were sitting, plopping down right next to you. The sudden unexpected presence made you jump as your head whipped around to face him.

“Uh- can I help you?” You asked.

Your voice was just as pretty as you were. Soft and kind, despite you seeming mildly annoyed that he was sitting there.

“Well, I guess I was just wondering why you’re all alone. You got a disease or somethin’?” 

Leo immediately cursed himself for asking something so stupid, but it drew a soft snort from you.

“Or something, I guess.”

You seemed almost hesitant to talk to him, like you were trying not to engage too much.

“But seriously, why’s someone as awesome as you sittin’ all by yourself at the campfire?”

You sighed softly. “Trust me, you’ll want to avoid me too when you find out who I really am. Besides, how can you already think I’m awesome? You just met me.”

His grin dropped hearing you talk about yourself that way, but he quickly replaced it.

“I go based on vibes, Sweetheart. And your vibes seem pretty awesome.”

That brought a soft smile to your face, and you wondered if maybe this time would be different. For a moment, you considered your options. You were used to people avoiding you anyway, right? You’d just prepare for the worst, just in case.

“Can I show you something?”

You stood up, offering your hand. When he nodded and grabbed it, warmth flooded up your arm. It made you feel comfortable, a nice break from the constant cold you always seemed to feel. Leo let you lead him away from the campfire, towards the newer section of cabins. You stopped in front of one, assumedly yours. It was small compared to the others, and dark. He felt a small chill just standing in front of it.

“This,” you sighed softly. “Is my cabin. Can you guess which god it belongs to?”

Leo thought for a moment, running the few Greek names he knew through his head, but none seemed to fit. He shook his head.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“No worries,” you interrupted. “Most people don’t know him.”

He gave you a look, subtly pitiful. You hated it.

“Look, when I tell you who my father is, just- I get it if you never want to speak to me again. Most people don’t.”

Leo looked almost offended, you had to hold back a laugh.

“Yeah, well. I’m not like most people.”

You shook your head, holding back a small smile.

“My father is Thanatos. Do you know who that is?”

He shook his head again, looking disappointed with himself.

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s your first day, and there’s a lot of names to learn. Thanatos is..the god of death. Specifically peaceful death, but- that doesn’t usually make it better for people.”

You stared at the ground, waiting for some sort of response, or even for Leo to start running. 

“Okay,” he finally answered.

You gaped. “Okay?”

He shrugged.

“I don’t care if your father is Thanatos or Hades or Kronid-”

“Kronos?”

“Kronos himself. You seem cool, and I want to keep hanging around with you.”

You stared at him for a minute, trying to formulate a response. Truly, you thought he’d turn around and run by now.

“O-okay.”

“Leo!” Nyssa’s voice sounded from across the camp. “Lights out in five!”

Leo sighed.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? I don’t think I got your name,” he grinned.

“Y/n. Goodnight, Leo.”

Honestly? You were pissed that Leo was going on a quest. You finally make a friend at camp after ten years, and he gets sent off two days later. Just your luck. You’d been front and center when he, Piper, and Jason left on the giant golden dragon. While Piper and Jason were saying their goodbyes, Leo had drifted over to you.

“You’d better come back safe,” you’d threatened. “Otherwise you’re gonna see why everyone at this camp is so scared of me.”

He laughed, wrapping you in a tight hug. You were stiff at first, shocked by the sudden contact, but you quickly melted into him.

“I promise I’ll come back, and I’ve got something to show you when I do.”

You’d watched the sky until you could no longer see the outline of Festus.

Even though Leo and his friends were only gone for a few days, they were torture. The quiet hurt so much more, now. You hated how quickly you’d gotten attached to Leo, especially after you’d sworn to yourself to never get that close to anyone. It would hurt too much if they left. When the three demigods had suddenly appeared standing on the Aphrodite cabin’s table, you’d nearly started crying. As soon as he’d stepped off of the table, you’d swept him into a hug, shocking him momentarily. 

“Hey, Sunshine,” he whispered, and the world felt right again.

“You do realize if you would tell me where we’re going, I could just shadow travel us instead of having to trek through the woods, right?”

You’d been hiking for what felt like forever, and Leo still wouldn’t reveal what exactly he had to show you.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re almost there. Just trust me.”

You groaned, but it was cut short when your foot caught in a hole. You yelped, failing to catch your balance, but the impact of the ground never came. Instead, Leo caught your arm, pulling you back up.

“Already falling for me, Sunshine?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Sunshine? Really? Pretty sure most people would say I’m the opposite.”

You pulled away from Leo, but he slid his grip from your forearm to your hand.

“Well, like I said. I’m not like most people. Come on, we’re almost there.”

When he stopped walking, you were standing at the base of a massive limestone cliff.

“I don’t think I understand,” you said, giving him a confused look.

He responded with a cocky grin.

“You trust me?”

You nodded, and his grin faltered.

“Look, I- you gotta promise you won’t be scared, okay?”

“This conversation sounds familiar,” you joked, but the look on his face told you he was serious.

“Okay, I promise.”

Seemingly satisfied, Leo nodded and placed his free hand against the cliff. Suddenly, flames erupted from his hand, dancing up the cliff face. You squeezed Leo’s hand as you watched, and then the flames outlined a massive door, which swung open into a huge cave.

“Holy shit,” you breathed. “You’re a fire user.”

Leo scratched the back of his neck nervously. 

“Yeah, I know, it’s kinda-”

“Awesome,” you finished.

Leo grinned before pulling you into the cave. The door swung shut behind you, leaving the two of you in darkness. You kept a hold of Leo’s hand as your eyes adjusted to the dark–night vision was one of the few perks of being Thanatos’ child. Next to you, a small torch lit in Leo’s hand. No, the torch was Leo’s hand. He scanned the wall for a moment, before mumbling a soft ‘there it is’. He flipped a switch, and suddenly the whole cave lit up. You sucked in a breath as you looked around. The walls were full of machinery and spare parts, and on a small desk was the head of Festus. 

“Holy shit, Leo. What is this place?”

You let go of his hand to look around, every square inch of the cave seemed more impressive than the last. You tried to ignore the chill you felt as you stepped away from Leo.

“It’s called Bunker 9. From what I can tell, it was built by my siblings centuries ago. But because fire users are so rare-”

“Nobody could get in,” you finished.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “I’m gonna show my siblings later, but I wanted you to be the first.”

“It’s incredible, Leo.”

You ran a hand down Festus’ neck, and steam rolled out of his nostrils. Leo rolled his eyes next to you.

“I know, buddy. Believe me.”

You gave Leo a funny look, but he just shrugged, and you decided not to question it. 

“You ready to trek back?” Leo asked.

You grinned at him.

“Nah, this time we’re going my way.”

As it turns out, shadow traveling for the first time was not a pleasant sensation. When the two of you reappeared at camp, Leo was clinging to your arm and looking around wildly. 

“You’re tellin’ me you do that a lot?” He questioned, and you laughed.

“It gets easier, I promise. The first time is always a lot. You okay?” 

He nodded, “Yeah, I think so.”

“Good,” you smiled. “‘Cuz your siblings are headed this way.”

In the following months, you and Leo spent a lot of time together. Mostly in Bunker 9 while he obsessed over building the Argo II, but every once in a while you were able to drag him out for a campfire, or a real meal in the pavilion. The more time you spent together, the more you opened up, and you began to feel like you knew everything about Leo. You also thought of something you could do for Leo to thank him for letting you hang around all the time.

“Querida, slow down. Where are we going?” Leo questioned as you dragged him through the woods. 

“Just trust me, okay?”

He nodded and let you continue to pull him along until you’d reached the door of Bunker 9. You gave him an expectant look, and he rolled his eyes fondly before placing his hand against the stone and lighting it up. The door swung open, and on the ground in the middle of the room laid a blanket with a plate of food and a drink sitting on it, obviously stolen from the pavilion. Leo gave you a questioning look as you both stepped inside.

“That doesn’t look like enough food for two people. Plus, we just ate. I don’t-”

“Just shut up, okay? I need you to be quiet for like, thirty seconds. Can you please just trust me?”

He nodded, letting go of your hand as you kneeled on the blanket. You stayed quiet for a moment, and then you began chanting. Leo didn't understand most of it, but he did catch one part.

Esperanza Valdez.

In front of you, a sort of shimmering mist appeared. Slowly, it took the form of a person, Leo’s mother, he realized.

“Mamá?”

“Leo,” she smiled.

As Leo stepped forward, you backed into the shadows, trying not to listen too closely. This was a personal moment, you understood that. You managed to tune out their conversation until you heard Leo call out to you.

“Hey, Sunshine. Come over here.”

His voice was soft in a way you’d never heard before, it made you nervous. Carefully, you sat down next to Leo.

“Mamá, this is my friend, Y/n.”

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and you thought you might explode from the way his warmth flooded into your limbs.

“Hi, Miss Valdez,” you waved.

She gave you a warm smile. She was beautiful, and it was obvious how much she loved Leo. 

“Please, Esperanza is fine. I'm so grateful my son has someone like you, querida. I wanted to make sure you knew that before I left.”

Your eyes stung, but you blinked back any tears before they could escape.

“Leo is..everything to me, Esperanza. He's the only one who's taken the time to understand me. I'll always be appreciative of that.”

Her form started to flicker, and you knew her time was running out. 

“I have to go, mijo. But I want you to know how proud of you I am. You're going to do amazing things, I just know it. I love you, Leo.”

He reached out to her.

“I love you too, mamá.”

She gave him a soft smile as her form slowly dissolved, leaving the two of you alone in Bunker 9. For a moment it was silent, and then from beside you came a soft sniffle. You turned to face Leo just in time to catch a single tear roll down his cheek before he wiped it away.

“Leo,” you started. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-” His arms wrapped around you as he cried against your shoulder.

“Thank you,” he whispered. 

Leo thought he knew what being angry felt like. He learned a few weeks later that he had no idea. He had been in Bunker 9 working on the ship when he started to feel like he was being watched. He thought he was imagining things, until he heard a soft voice from the shadows.

“Leo?”

His head shot up, straight into the shelf above him with a loud bang. He groaned, rubbing the spot it had hit as he searched the darkness for your form.

“Amor? Is that you, Sunshine?”

When you stepped into the light, Leo’s heart snapped in two. You were standing in front of him, dripping in some sticky, red liquid, tears streaming down your face. You looked utterly defeated, and he wanted to kill whoever made you feel that way.

“Holy shit, what happened?”

In a second, Leo was by your side, wiping what he presumed to be juice, as well as tears away from your eyes. He took his jacket off the desk and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“Fucking Hermes cabin,” you sniffled. “They rigged a trap at my cabin door. As soon as I opened it I got covered in Kool-Aid. The whole camp saw, everyone laughed at me. Gods, I can never show my face again.”

Carefully, Leo lit a small flame in palm, holding it close to your clothes in an attempt to dry them. Somehow, your clothes didn’t catch on fire, which you were grateful for. With his free hand, he brushed a stray bit of hair away from your face.

“I’ll fucking kill them, I swear. I’ll make them regret ever touching you.”

You shook your head. “Leo, it's f-”

“The next word out of your mouth better not be fine, querida.”

“Why not?” You whispered. 

Leo looked personally offended.

“Because it’s not fine. They all treat you like shit for no reason, because- because they don’t like your dad? It’s fucking ridiculous. If they would just get to know you, if they would pull their heads out of their asses for five minutes- you’re beautiful, and funny, and so goddamn kind- I can’t even begin to comprehend how none of them will give you the time of day.”

You took in a shaky breath. You’d almost forgotten about being covered in sticky, sugary, Kool-Aid. 

“Your first night- why did you talk to me?”

You took a step back, suddenly feeling nervous. You shivered as your back hit the cold stone behind you.

“Because I thought you were pretty, and I couldn’t fathom how you were all alone.”

“You..thought?”

“I still do, mi amor. I think you’re the most incredible, kind, beautiful person in this camp.”

“Leo,” you breathed. “The- the nicknames you use, in Spanish. What do they mean?”

Sometimes Leo forgot how long you’d been at camp. He forgot that you didn’t spend much time in school, or watching cartoons like Dora the Explorer. You spent your life learning ancient Greek, but you didn’t know much Spanish.

“Well,” he took a step forward. “Querida means darling, or dear.”

You nodded, staring up at him as he came closer.

“A-and amor?”

With shocking gentleness, he placed two fingers under your chin, lifting your face closer. His usual cocky grin had been replaced by a new look, was he nervous?

“Amor,” he began, “Means love.”

Your heart thundered in your chest. Part of you wondered why you hadn’t asked him to translate sooner. Mainly, you were distracted by how incredible the words sounded coming from him. He leaned in closer, leaving a few centimeters between you, and you wondered if you were dreaming.

“Can- can I kiss you, amor?”

This was definitely a dream. Dumbfounded, you nodded.

“Please.”

That was all Leo needed. His lips met yours, and you felt like you were on fire. One hand moved from your chin to your cheek, pulling you closer, as the other came to rest on your waist. You could’ve cried at the way he held you–how soft he was. When he pulled away, he grinned.

“You’re so gorgeous.”

“I’m covered in Kool-Aid,” you rolled your eyes.

“And you’re still pretty. Even more so in my jacket.”

Heat rose to your cheeks, and reflexively, you looked down. Leo lifted your chin again, forcing you to look at him.

“Hey, don’t hide from me. You don’t ever have to hide from me.”

A tear rolled down your cheek, which he quickly brushed away with his thumb.

“Do you know what te amo means, Sunshine?” He asked.

You shook your head.

“It means I love you.”

You faltered, waiting for the punchline of the joke to come, but it didn’t. You weren’t waking up in your bed, alone. This was real.

“I- t-te amo too?”

Leo chuckled. “Yo también te amo.”

“Yo también te amo,” you repeated. 

“Thank gods.”

[iwannascreameurekaa]

pjo characters favorite Chappell roan looks part 1

guess who found this stupid list again I keep forgetting I do these things. spoiler warning this is ooc and very bad. I did most of this at 3-5 am so get ready for sleep deprived writing. part 2

Leo's is 100% this look from the 2024 VMAs. You tell me he wouldn't absolutely adore the edits of her saying "not me bitch" he would actually say "zoo wee mama" unironically okay

Percy's is this from the album cover for the rise and fall of a Midwest princess photo shoot both because of how it has an intense feeling of being out a place and because it's BLUE! Also he likes the lighting of the photo

Pipers is the marching band outfit from the hot to go music video

Jason fav is the butterfly look from Coachella 2024 

Hazel is absolutely obsessed with the tiny desk concert look and I agree because OH MY GODS. Hazel loves the layering of the hair, and that there's a trash bag in Chappells hair. Her favorite part about the whole outfit is the socks but the little butterfly clip in Chappells hair is so cute to Hazel. 

Annabeths favorite is the Statue of Liberty look from the governors ball yes it might be because she's an architecture nerd but also she's a bi disaster mkay

Franks is the white swan look from Jimmy Fallon. He will scream the bridge to good luck babe even tho he's a man and he will BLAST THAT SHIT TOO. 

Grover's fav look is when she was on the comment section podcast. It's whimsical and cute and he adores it. Also he supports Chappell roan 100% on the boundaries she set bc SHE IS A PERSON BE NICE YALL ☹️ he's a Chappell defender for life 

Drews favorite is the casual mv dress (whoa sapphic drew anyone???) let's just say she had a "situationship" thing and now I wanna write angst anyways FUCKED YOU IN THE BATHROOM WHEN WE WENT TO DINNERRR

Katie loves the giver outfit. The plaid is something that Katie can't NOT love okay. The curls and whole country vibe really get her 

Lit loved the taxi dress. he recognizes cunt when he sees it and he cracks up at the green paint 

Nyssa loves the snl look but specifically with the hat the hats important okay. I think a kid of Hephaestus would really like this outfit bc of the rope things and um idk how to describe it you know what I mean tho okay 

Blitz absolutely adore the pink pony club outfit from chappells performance on snl. The seamless white dress that sparkles and looks like literal heaven is something that can't be hated by someone who loves fashion as much as blitz does. He loves the stripe of white in chappells wig and the bow on the side of her waist. Really the whole outfit is incredibly and he will not hesitate to tell you 

Georgie likes this look from either one of chappells tours or from when she opened for Olivia Rodrigo I cant remember but she loves the tassels (?) and the shininess and everything about it. This is the outfit an 8 year old would adore

Alabasters fav is this magician look from a photo shoot that I can't the remember the name of. Maybe a little cliche but shush

Ethan's favorite is this incredibly look that I have no idea what to call or where it's from. All I know is that Chappell is serving all sorts of things and Ethan agrees with me okay I'm literally Rick himself 

Shels favorite is the snl look but without the hat. She likes the waist pieces she says they look like butterflies and she really likes the slick back look of her hair and then the curls messy in the back. It's a vibe. 

Sams favorite is the look Chappell had on Sabrina carpenters Christmas special A Nonsense Christmas. There's two pics because I absolutely adore this look. She's so elegant wtf.

Lavinias favorite is the dress Chappell had on when she was invited to perform with Olivias Rodrigo at one of her concerts. It's pink it's flowery it's sparkly, what more could you ask for? 

Cecil would've tried to recreate this makeup look and he would've failed miserably. The tights really pull this outfit together. The neck ruffle, the flowers in her hair. Cecil loves everything about it.  

Calypsos favorite look is the Marie ann look with the wig because a) it absolutely eats and even this 6000 year old girl can recognize an icon and b) calypsos a sucker for the flower embroidery on the front 

Gwen would've loved this like I don't know anything about her but she feels like the kinda gal to be obsessed with marriage culture and not in a "I wanna get married and have a big beautiful wedding" way I mean a "I know every aspect of this, good and bad, and am willing to be the backbone of the failing society" way 

Rip Lou Ellen you would've loved kaleidoscope. Rick can you give Lou a book and then make her a tragic lesbian I would love that please and thank you. Also the freaking star clips in this outfit are fiahkajda. Btw this is chappells kaleidoscope outfit and yes it's lous fav and it's beautiful. 

paolos fav is the angel look. Basic? maybe. but stunning? yes

Zoes fav is this blue cowboy look. It's shiny and she likes the color blue. Also the sparkles kinda look like stars... whoa who said that whattt

Bianca's fav is this wonderful look that is glitching and the backgrounds gone my phone is about to explode I apologize. The detail on this is insane. The tassels hanging from every end, the points and curves that really give it that alternative and crazy look. Rip Bianca you wouldve loved the subway.  

Dionysus but Mr D specifically. He's a queer icon and he loves the other queer icons as well. This outfit from the guts would tour film premiere is his favorite  because of many reason. First is the red mesh the entire dress is made off. Chappells whole red aesthetic really does remind me of red wine and shit and also I'm just grasping for ways to connect this to Mr d so bear with me. Also the flowers on the dress are so freaking pretty usgajfjwhwh love those. The black boots contrast great with the rest of the outfit and I know Mr d would like that detail. Also the fact that her tits are almost out. yes Dionysus wouldve love you yes Chappell get it girl I love you

Luke's favorite is this look. I don't know where it's from but I think this reminds Luke of his mom. Maybe his mom liked animal print idk I just like this outfit

Junipers fav is this one and I also don't know where it's from. It's a simpler outfit than others but it's so adorable and juniper would love chappells aesthetic okay like juniper would be the biggest fan of California I just KNOW

and that's all I have. of course there's so many more looks and characters so if I missed anyone or a look you like feel free to request it I am bored out of my mind rn

part 2