slamazon

[viperixsworld]

GUTS, luke castellan x oc

(chapter one: new kid)

summary: Arianne and Luke just existing in camp and being the it couple.

disclaimer: im in introduction mood, so sorry. im thinking of making this story a full of oneshots and not a chapter after chapter think, idk. Enjoy this!!!

Set in Percy Jackson and the Olympians E1S1

Cabin ten, home to Aphordite's children. If Barbie and a military battalion had a kid, it would be the tenth cabin on Camp Half-blood. Arianne Deveraux was named captain and head counselor of the tenth cabin the day of her sixteen birthday, and since then she had to deal with all her brothers and sisters.

Two days later, Luke Castellan asked her to accompany him to a counselor meeting.

Said counselor meeting was actually a secret, not so secret, party for older campers, that had absolutly nothing to do with the fact that Chiron was out of camp in a secret quest and Mr.D had being persuaded with coke zero.

"Come on lovie, let's have some fun"

Wasn't he charming?

Apollo kids were at some (probably stolen) dj stuff, while Castor and Pollux were serving drinks and food. And every camper at sight waves and said hello to Luke. Three years at camp, and Ari was just starting to understand how deep Luke's influence run in the campus.

"So... are you gettin me a drink or what, champ?"

"And they said you were meek" laughed the boy.

"What can i say? Looks are deceiving"

"You don't have to swear it"

Later that night, when they had to break up the party after the earlier arrival of Chiron, some Demeter kid spread the rumor that captains of cabin 10 and 11 were making out behind a tree at the bonefire.

Some months after that, it was natural to see the two of them walking aroud camp, training together or swimming at the canoe lake. Her brothers and sisters would wait in the door of cabin 10, waiting for her to arrive past the curfew just to watch them say their goodbyes until next day.

"Quick! Hide behind the curtain!"

"Mitchell, she's gonna see you"

"Shut up, Val"

Arianne just draw her palm to her face as they stayed at the front door of cabin 10, her back facing the window while Luke only bit his tongue to avoid laughing at he situation. When Ari lifted her eyes from the floor, she found Luke's eyes just looking straight to her, as if he was trying to remember every little spot of her face, as if he was about to spend so much time without seeing her.

"Guess we have public tonight".

"They being spying us the whole day, I really hope they're not that bad when monsters are around"

Luke took a step foward, and before she could say her goodnight, he grabbed her face with two hands and kissed her on the lips. It was sweet and innocent and felt like being on a Pegasus. Her heart was beating faster than being chased by a monster and she actually heard the voices of her siblings giggling and clappin their hands.

"See you tomorrow at training, lovie"

Ari opened her eyes, finding Lukes mischievous grin, who was already on his way to his cabin.

"You just gave them a show" the girl complained

"No, your face did" responded the boy.

"I hate you".

"Nah".

She waved her goodbye to her boy with a foolish smile plastered on her face and prepare herself mentally for the nightmare of children behind that pink door. So, before entering, she breathed in and out three times, and stepped inside. She found all of her siblings looking at her, grinning at her, while poorly hidden behind curtains or under blankets.

"If your not dead sleeping before the count of ten, I will personally hunt you one by one in Capture the Flag"

This being said, the children practically flew to their bunkbeds as she directed herself to the twinbed she shared with her half-sister Silena.

The black haired girl was pretending to read a Vogue magazine when Ari just threw herself on her bed.

"Stop the act, Silena. I saw you looking out the window with Mitch and Val" said the captain.

Silena just left the magazine on the nightstand and looked at her big sister. They endured this for five seconds before brusting in laughs and putting her hands over their mouths to avoid bringin the attetion of the younger.

"Is he a good kisser?"

"Silena!"

"Don't shout! A girl just wants to know, don't blame me"

"It was all right" Ari said just staring at the ceiling "He felt right, get me?". Silena just looked to her sister in admiration, a look of pure happiness.

"Got it" she responded "Ugh, I'm so jealous... wish Charlie wasn't that dense".

"Give him time... it's not an easy task falling in love with a daugther of the goddess of love".

"Says the one with a boyfriend".

"Hey! It took time too, you know? Charlie will get it, don't worry about it. And if not, you can always leave it to your big counselor sister who can give him more chores!"

Silena just pushed her a little and they laugh again, falling sleep on the same bed after their conversation.

Later the same night, Arianne and Silena were woken up by a loud thud and the sun rays that sneak to the pinkish courtains. Apollo was feeling it today, huh? Arianne got off the bed, stretching after spending the night sharing a single bed with her dear sister, who kicks like hell.

"Mitch, what's going on si early?" she asked her little brother, who was running around the cabin with only one shoe one.

Did she sleep in? Why is everybody up that early? It was only 8:30 in the morning, most of the campers (especially HER campers) wouldn't leave their cabins until 9:00 for breakfast at mess hall.

She was sure as Tartarus that it wasn't inspection day, and she knew because the one in charge of that, was still lying in bed trying to get up. And Silena was really serious when it came to inspection day.

"A new kid entered at camp last night! Michael from Apollo said he killed a minotaur entering camp with Grover! Gods, he said the kid kept the horn!" said the boy before sprinting out the cabin.

What?

"Sil? Wake up, come on".

"Only five minutes" she murmured.

"Get your ass up!"

They dressed as quick as they could, (easy for Ari because she went to bed with the clothes from the day before). When both of them get to the mess hall, everyone was talking about the mysterious kid that one handedly got to kill a minotaur.

Apparently, poor boy passed out from the attack and was recovering in the infirmary, not even Apollo's children had access right now by Chiron's orders.

Silena went to their table, as for Ari, she was getting her food when Chris Rodríguez and Clarisse La Rue were having a conversation about it.

"I mean, a minotaur is big thing Clarisse".

"Beginner's luck, Rodríguez" said the Ares kid.

"Don't be mean, Clarisse" scolded the Aphordite's daugther entering the chat.

Despite being two opposite poles, La Rue and Deveraux had a good friendship and mutual respect. That probably comes from the close relationship between their godly parents (so to speak).

It was kind of relieving for Clarisse to know someone that she didn't need to impress. And for Arianne it was nice to have someone that wouldn't just underestimate her because of her looks, and actually saw that she wasn't a shallow, pretty face and that she could defend herself as well as any other demigod.

"Bet he's the son of Ares" said Chris "A new baby brother, Clarisse!".

Needless to say, Chris earned a hit from the Ares girl.

"What problem do you children of Hermes have with betting?" asked Arianne laughing while serving herself some pancakes with strawberry syrup.

"Make's life more insteresting, lovie" said a voice behind her, while an arm rested comfortably on her shoulders. "What are you three bickering about this morning, huh?" said Luke's voice.

"Good morning for you too" Arianne greeted.

With his arm still on her shoulder, Luke left a discret kiss on her hair. " What are the news?" he asked.

"Newbie kill a minotaur last night, and everyones freaking out" Clarisse said disdainfully.

"Unclaimed?".

"Seems like we'll have the bullslayer at our place, bro" said Chris before he and Clarisse went to their respective tables.

"Be nice to the kid, he is probably super scared right now" Arianne told Luke, gettin face to face.

Luke raised an eyebrow questioning her words.

"Im always nice to new campers".

Arianne just grinned and pecked his cheek before going to her sister, who was eagerly waiting for her pancakes.

[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

“Honor Among Thieves & Dreamers” (a Luke Castellan x plus sized Fem! OC fanfic) PART 1

Harpies. Damn leather-winged beast women. Sonya Sanchez could hear their grinding squeals of excitement from overhead. She was doomed. Running with all her might she pushed forward towards the hill with the big pine tree that resembled the sketch in her older brother’s notebook before he disappeared. Her only hope of safety was beyond that tree, assuming her brother’s instructions weren’t misleading. The thought of her brother made her bitter and should’ve spurred her on. But as the airborn monsters were circling closer, she felt every muscle in her body turn to lead. Sonya collapsed about three yards from the tree, face planting in the ground and getting a mouthful of dirt. She knew the feeling: Struggling to breathe, unable to move even a single finger. She had been diagnosed with narcolepsy with cataplexy, and in her case, that meant the dreaded loss of muscle control when she experienced strong emotions. What an embarrassment. This? This is how I’m dying?

A harpy’s whip cracked and slashed her back as the beating of wings became louder and more ominous. Sonya couldn’t even cry out in pain, she was so paralyzed. Claws pinned down her arms and dug into her flesh. She breathed in more dirt. Her last memory before everything went black was the shouting of what she could only assume were humans. Darkness enveloped her senses. At least the pain is gone. At least I can rest.

Minutes seemed to pass before light seeped through Sonya’s closed eyelids. She opened them, startled, and gasping for air (remembering the feeling of suffocation before she blacked out). She was in a well lit room, where bright rays of sunshine poured through long windows. I can breathe. I must be safe!

Sonya looked around, suspiciously eyeing the girl staring at her. The girl had dark skin, dark long hair, braided and pulled back, and her arms were crossed expectantly. Sonya opened her mouth to say something, but was quickly interrupted by the girl calling someone named “Chiron”.

Through the tall open doorway to the outside, a man… no, a centaur entered. “Welcome, Sonya Sanchez, to Camp Half-Blood. Your brother Miguel said you’d arrive here… eventually.” The towering half-man half-horse said with a low powerful voice.

“So- he’s here right now? Miguel is here?” Sonya said, her stomach churning with mixed emotions. Or maybe she was just nervous to be the center of the centaur and young girl’s attention.

“Your brother… well, I’ll explain later. First. Are you feeling well? The ambrosia should’ve helped immensely.” Chiron asked, sympathetic.

“I’m… ok.” Sonya replied, getting out of bed and gingerly stretching to see if the pain of her previous wounds would return. Much to her relief, she only felt a slight ache.

“Very well, then. Let me show you to Cabin 11, Hermes’ Cabin. Luke Castellan will get you settled in, and then give you a tour of the camp.”

Sonya followed Chiron out of the house she had been resting in. Lots of teens and tweens in orange shirts eyed her curiously as she walked through the large field of grass past a giant rock climbing wall and a river. Sonya felt a bit embarrassed, suddenly aware of how disheveled she was. Her jeans had grass and dirt stains from when she had fallen outside the camp. Her AC/DC shirt had ragged holes in the back where the Harpy’s claws had dug into her flesh.

Chiron led her to one of many cabins surrounding a large green grassy clearing. This cabin was simple and resembled a typical summer camp cabin in its architecture, but was much bigger, and when she entered she realized why. Cabin 11 was jam-packed with kids, tweens, and teens all in shirts that said Camp Half-Blood. Some looked mischievous and others looked bored. None of them looked very much alike, and their chatter became hushed as she entered. Four teenage boys who looked to be Sonya’s age looked up from a boardgame they were playing on one of the many bunk beds.

Chiron spoke, finally. “Luke, this is Sonya.”

One of the board-gaming boys got up from the floor. He was tall, slim, and had dark curly hair. A long thin scar graced the right side of his face, making a vertical line from his cheekbone to his jaw. Sonya blushed as the boy approached her. She discreetly leaned against the doorframe so that she didn’t fall from cataplexy.

“Welcome, Sonya.” Luke said. His voice was friendly and put her at ease.

“Thanks,” She replied.

“I’m sorry about your brother. I’m sure he’d love to know you made it to Camp Half-Blood safely.” Luke said.

Sonya frowned. “He’s not here? Uh… why are you sorry?”

“I’ll leave you two to talk things through,” Chiron said in a serious tone, retreating from the cabin door and exiting towards the fields.

The gravity of Luke’s words and Chiron’s reaction to the topic of Miguel registered in Sonya’s heart. Was Miguel… dead? It felt like a slap in the face, but the way Luke phrased things…

“Oh… I see.” Luke said, pursing his lips and glancing angrily for a moment in the direction of where Chiron was leaving. “I thought Chiron would’ve told you. Your brother is… dead. I’m so sorry, Sonya.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. It felt like a slap in the face. Sonya couldn’t figure out if it was anger or sadness that brought the tears. She slid to the ground, the cataplexy getting the best of her. Luke crouched down by her, looking very concerned as Sonya slumped with her eyes closed but still streaming with tears.

“What’s wrong with her?” One of the other kids who had been playing the board game asked.

“Give her some space guys. I think she passed out.” Luke said, sternly. “Can you hear me, Sonya?” Luke said, gently placing his hand on her shoulder. Sonya was unresponsive as another minute ticked by. “Go get some ice water from the big house!” Luke instructed. “I’ll keep an eye on her and I’ll make sure she doesn’t stop breathing.”

Sonya heard campers rushing by her. She fought against the cataplexy. Even just trying to open her mouth and speak felt impossible. She wanted so badly to let Luke and the other campers know she was ok. Finally. She felt her emotions calm down a bit, while focusing on Luke’s comforting hand on her shoulder. She blinked open her eyes, regaining control of her muscles and gasping for much needed air. She saw Luke’s stressed and intense expression and she immediately knew she should explain, before those other campers came back and dunked ice water on her.

“I’m ok… I’m ok.” She said. “I’m sorry. I just… I got emotional, and when I feel strong emotions I lose muscle control. It’s a condition that’s called cataplexy. It’s part of my life as a narcoleptic.” Sonya said quickly, worried she’d get another bought of cataplexy and become paralyzed again.

Luke only seemed to relax a little bit. “That sounds like it really sucks. Is there any way I can help you when that happens? Can you breathe during cat… cat….?”

“—cataplexy. Yeah. I can breathe sometimes but if I fall face down or in a position that obstructs my breathing, it can get really bad.” Sonya felt embarrassed. What a way to hit it off with Luke. I just sent him and the other campers into a panic. “There’s not much you can do except make sure I’m able to breathe. Or get help if I hit my head.” Sonya elaborated.

“Oh. I’m sorry. Well, I guess this goes without saying,” Luke said, “but don’t go places alone if you can help it. I can keep an eye on you if you want.” He offered.

“Thanks.” Sonya said, relieved and surprised somebody cared enough to look out for her. A stark contrast to life with my family, back home.

“So, uh…” Luke offered a reassuring smile. “Did you bring anything with you to Camp Half-Blood? Or should I get you a sleeping bag and stuff like that?”

“I had a few things but I lost it when running from the Harpies.” Sonya sighed.

At that moment three demigods came rushing in with a giant bucket of ice water. “Is she still breathing?!” The girl holding the back of the bucket said, straining to keep her grip.

Sonya stood up so the girl could see she was ok. “I’m fine now!”

“Oh…. Luke? What should we do with the ice water?” The trio of campers asked.

Luke got up from the wood floor. “We COULD dump it in the river…. Or…” Luke paused, smirking mischievously. “We can use it to get back at Alex and Finn… for stealing the cabin savings.”

The latter idea was met by a loud chatter of agreement. Sonya giggled. She liked this Luke guy. He seems to have a good sense of humor.

LIKE AND REBLOG IF YOU WANT A PART 2!

TUMBLR FANFIC TAG-LIST!

@rottent33th

@armyangxls

@darkangel4405

@promiseokza

@6lostgirl6

@vamp-doll-diva

@queen-dk

@richardamboramylove55

[pollosluvr]

CHAPTER ONE!!

APOLLO X FEM!OC. SLOWBURN.

The sky above was still pitch black, only the lights from the many doctoral buildings in the district could illuminate the way forward. It was still the sixth hour of the early morning. So there wasn't much noise around other than the rumbles of vehicles and the birds yawning in their nests. A completely ordinary day.

But our story doesn't start in the streets, it starts on the second floor of a hospital building. Where in room number seven, a young woman held her newborn daughter lovingly. The girl was born only thirty minutes prior. Having screamed her lungs out when the cold air hit her.

But now, the baby was sleeping soundly. Her mother was still trying to figure out a perfect name as the minutes went on. Allison didn't want her first child's name to be common. Having such a boring name herself, she didn't want to bring that on the little girl in her arms. Then again, the girl would have a lot of things on her in life.

Allison cursed herself over and over again. She couldn't believe that she had been so stupid, it was her fault that the baby's life was going to be tragic. She was the one who fell for a Greek god. A horrible one at that. She rolled her eyes at the thought.

"You know, if I'm that horrible I can just make you forget who she really is" A voice spoke from the other end of the room. Allison didn't even flinch when Dionysus appeared.

She didn't dare look at him though. "Wouldn't that he harder on her? It'd be more dangerous for her to realize on her own. I have to tell her when she's old enough."

Dionysus didn't reply for a while. He stared at his daughter, wrapped in a small blanket. She looked just like him. Born with a head full of jet black hair, piercing lavender eyes when she opened them, and a sarcastic expression on her face. It had been ages since Dionysus sired a little girl. Her name had been..

"Have you named her yet?" He asked.

Allison eyed him curiously "I thought it was in tradition for the mortal parent to choose a name?"

Dionysus rolled his eyes "Normally, but that's not the point."

"Then no. I haven't named her yet." Allison replied.

It was silent once again, before the whisper of a name filled the room. Lydia..

~~~

NOW:

Four years ago, if you would've told me that my long lost father was a Greek god. I would've said that you were having a brain fart. I never cared for the weird nerdy stuff when I was younger (I know I'm only twelve and probably too young to talk like that, but kindly keep quiet. This is my story!)

I always laughed at the kids who read in their free time, wondering why they would choose to do something so boring when they could be watching television all day. But now I go back and think 'maybe I should have read those stupid Greek mythology books. Because that way I wouldn't be so confused on what my life is now.'

Annabeth tells me that same thing all the time. I know she's annoyed because I still can't explain the timeline of the Trojan war. But who can blame us? We're more focused on trying to survive in the present than focusing on learning a war that happened years ago. And by we, I mean the demigods at camp. I'm one of them, obviously.

But a great example of why our lives are so crazy, is the time when a new kid showed up after fighting the Minotaur. A lot of us were annoyed when we found out. Like how come the new kid gets to fight the Minotaur? That's totally unfair! (And that's exactly what I told Annabeth)

"Well, it's not going to matter if he's the one." Annabeth sighed.

I looked back at her "You're still going on about that? You think every poor kid who walks through the camp borders is going to get you a quest!"

Ever since Chiron told her that he knew her fate, Annabeth has been going on about a new kid taking her on a quest. I understood why she wanted out of camp, I mean we all did. We all wanted to know if we were any good at fighting or not. But she didn't need to pester every single kid who came here.

"Just wait, Annabeth" I told her "That's all you have to do. Being impatient isn't gonna make it any easier."

She nodded, showing me that she heard me. Though we continued to walk around the camp. The bright sun was pouring through, but the sky around the borders were gray and soupy looking. It had been storming like crazy since Christmas. I figured that someone must've pissed off Zeus or something. That's why it usually stormed.

Eventually, Annabeth came to a stop. I groaned when she stopped right next to the table where my dad was playing a game with Chiron. A lot of campers said I was lucky that my godly parent was around, but they didn't understand how annoying Dionysus could be. It was torture.

"Oh, what's the problem now?" He rolled his eyes at me "You're always whiny about something, Little Lydia."

I tried to control my temper the best I could "I'm not little anymore. You don't need to call me that."

"Teenagers." He mumbled before returning to his game with Chiron.

But out of the corner of my eye, I noticed two figures walking towards us. A satyr and a kid I've never seen before. I assumed he must've been the new kid who defeated the Minotaur, he wasn't wearing the usual camp shirt like everyone else was. And he slightly limped as he walked.

The boy was around my age, how fun. He had messy jet black hair, sea green eyes, and a confused look on his face. I assumed he didn't understand why he was here yet. That was definitely going to be a fun conversation.

The kid looked at the table, his eyes went wide. He started to walk faster to us "Mr. Brunner!".

He looked at Chiron. I then remembered that he went to this kid's homeschool to teach him. That's probably why he called Chiron that. I laughed to myself. He was going to get a handful.

Chiron smiled at him "Ah, good, Percy. Now we have four for pinochle."

Okay. What kind of mom named their demigod child Percy? That kind of thing was bad luck.

Chiron offered a chair to Percy. Dionysus looked at him and sighed "Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to camp half blood, now don't expect me to be glad to see you."

I shook my head "Sorry that my dad couldn't be nicer. He's like this to everyone."

Percy looked back at me "Uh, he's your dad?"

I nodded "Yeah. And it's torture."

Most demigods didn't know about their parentage until the last minute when something bad already happened, and that got them killed most of the time. So I guess I was surprised he survived the Minotaur attack. Especially with Grover as his satyr companion. (No hate to him. He just has a long history and everyone here knows it)

But I guess i didn't know what having a satyr companion felt like, i didn't come to camp with one. That was a different story..

"Annabeth, Lydia?" Chiron called to us.

We both came forward, and he introduced us to Percy. "These young ladies nursed you back to health, Percy. Now, will you two please go check on his bunk? We'll be putting him in cabin eleven for now."

That made me wonder who Percy's godly parent was. If he was strong enough to defeat the Minotaur, he definitely couldn't be a child of the lesser gods. It was probably going to be a whole thing that everyone was going to figure out.

Annabeth looked at Percy "You drool when you sleep".

She walked away, and i quickly followed behind. I definitely wasn't going to be able to not laugh anymore. I kinda felt bad for Percy and his situation. But he was going to learn we all went through the same annoying process.

[raisethestake]

OC for 'Hatred?' a Sirius Black story.

A cheeky, light Harry Potter/Percy Jackson crossover.

Purely made this for fun, but in case anyone fancies a weird read what have i got to lose?

Full story here 👇

Early life

She was born to Hope Lupin and Apollo when Remus was in fourth year.

Hope was killed by Greyback and she was bitten. She only survived because she was forced to tap into her healing powers.

She was found by Elric the centaur, who took her back to the herd in the Forbidden Forest.

As she grew, they suspected she had enormous power. Bane contacted Chiron and was told to look after her and train her for the danger that awaited her should she leave the Hogwarts grounds.

She was trained in the centaurian ways of survival and her powers grew in a way no one predicted.

When she was 11, Bane took her to Hogwarts, wary that she needed basic worldly knowledge and to interact with other humans. Dumbledore took her on with a small amount of caution, not wanting conflict with the centaurs.

She did not get the greatest experience out of Hogwarts. She was a wise being, much wiser than her classmates. She was feral and a little intimidating, even to the teachers. Sometimes her powers would burst out a little.

First year

Part-way into first year she gave up pulling her weight in classes she clearly couldn’t do, so dropped Charms and Transfiguration.

She kept on Herbology, Potion and DADA

She was also allowed to take on Astronomy and Divination in first year because Trelawney saw her talent and demanded it.

Second year

She picked up history of magic in second year.

She spent a lot of time with Trelawney, helping to break down her visions.

She left halfway through third year to visit Camp-Half Blood

In this time (15) she meets Charlie in America.

She came back partway through fifth year and managed to get 4 O.W.Ls in Divination, Herbology, Potions and Astronomy.

She had been trained by Hades and his children to incant a few spells without a wand and truly shocked her teachers on her return.

She now wore more practical clothes – more trackies but still looked pretty wild.

Remus

Dumbledore knew she and Remus were related, but had taken a vow of silence and she had already been having dreams prior to their first meeting

She watched him intently in classes, knowing he was the man in her dreams.

One full moon she and Remus attacked each other in the woods.

When they transformed back, they saw who the other was. Despite his protests, she healed his wounds enough for him to get back to the infirmary

The teachers had talked about her “we don’t know what she is, but just watch out, she’s unpredictable.”

He watched her heal him with true curiosity. Despite her reputation as jumpy and intimidating, she had a warm energy.

Having attacked a student, she and a hysterical Remus went to Dumbledore.

After this, she came to check up on Remus after every full moon, tending to his injuries, claiming the hospital wing knew nothing.

“I know how hard it is. Please, if I can, let me take some of the suffering away from you.”

He finally realized. Her scent, it was his mother’s.

Dumbledore confirmed his suspicions.

He tried to awkwardly bring it up until she told him she already knew. They didn’t have much time together before he resigned.

She did N.E.W.Ts in Divination and Herbology in sixth year and finished her education.

Grimmauld Place

She is dating Charlie when she moves in

She sleeps with Sirius and things kick off

She breaks it off just before Charlie gets home and goes to stay at Remus’ for a weekend.

Remus visits Sirius and notes he is as lifeless and depressed as she is. Neither has changed their clothes in weeks.

She continues to see Charlie when he gets back and moves back into Grimmauld Place, all the time sparks still flying between her and Sirius.

Being with Sirius has flattened the excitement in Charlie’s relationship. They sleep together again after she has a dip after a date. It’s so exciting.

She breaks up with Charlie and they feel the same. She stays for tea at the Burrow.

[babygirlofwakanda]

They had a love with many layers.

That Will and Jada evolving love.

A love that is constantly developing.

That Snoop and Shante genuine love.

A love that displayed their vulnerability.

That Nipsey and Lauren eternal love.

A love that traveled beyond the physical.

That Gucci and Keyshia dedicated love.

A love that tested their patience and loyalty.

That Jay-Z and Beyoncé influential love.

A love that had major power moves involved.

That Tupac and Kidada unconditional love.

A love that prevailed many trials and tribulations.

That Ice Cube and Kimberly old-school love.

A love that acknowledged each other’s flaws and all.

[black-is-beautiful18]

Hazy-2: “So we meet again.”

Percy Jackson x Black!OC

*************************

Percy was confused. He and the rest of the seven, along with Nico, were summoned to Olympus. For what? No one knows. All Chiron had said was that Zeus requested, more like demanded, that the seven come to Olympus.

“Do you think something has happened?”

Hazel voices what everyone has been thinking, also making those in the empty throne room more nervous.

Piper frowns “You don’t think it could be another pro-“

“I doubt it.” Annabeth quickly responds. Her mind clearly racing. “If it were another prophecy I think we would’ve already known about it.”

“Then why are we here exactly? Is your dad freaking out again?” Leo jokes looking to Jason who gives him a blank stare before shrugging.

“I don’t know so it’s just best that we wait until the council gets here so that we can find out what’s going on.”

Meanwhile, Percy’s been unusually quiet. He’s not worried. Just curious like everyone else. Little did he know that their answer was walking through the doors of the throne room right now.

The sound of the throne room doors being pushed open draws the attention of the demigods present. Dressed in blue and white robes Nia and her sisters, Zulika and Zuri, stood side by side looking around curiously.

“So this is the throne room of Olympus.” Zu whispers in awe, but her big sister don’t seem all that impressed.

“Oshun’s palace is bigger and grander than this.” Zuri huffs crossing her arms only to be scolded by Nia who gives her a look.

“Be nice. We are guests and even I have to admit that the architecture is fascinating .”

She pauses noticing that they aren’t alone. Once she sees who’s in front of her she laughs.

“Well if it isn’t our beach friends.”

Percy is stuck. Again.

At the sight of Nia he completely freezes. The robes despite flowing around her fail to hide her curves. And Percy wasn’t trying to stare. He really wasn’t but he couldn’t help himself. She looked like, and not to sound cliche or anything, a goddess. Her curls fame her face perfectly and her smile is as bright as Apollo’s.

(Nia’s hair)

Smirking, Leo nudges him bringing him out of his daze.

“Isn’t that your girlfriend?” He teases making her giggle as she walks over to them with her hands on her hips.

“So we meet again. Hopefully you’ve been staying out of trouble.”

Percy chuckles and gives his signature smirk making his friends either roll their eyes or laugh at him. He’s clearly flirting.

“I wish but trouble sort of comes with being a demigod.”

Nia gazes up at him.” Sounds about right. The stories I’ve heard aren’t all about glory and valor.”

“Stories? You’ve heard of us?” Annabeth asks in surprise.

Zuri smiles, nodding as she speaks up.

”Of course we have. Unlike most, we find it most enlightening to learn about the existence of other pantheons. It’s also because…well you don’t exactly have a good reputation amongst our people.”

“What does that mean?” Frank asks voicing the confusion of the group.

As if unsure to continue the three sisters look at each other.

Turning back to the group Nia speaks up.

“Your parents aren’t exactly kind, especially to those they deem unimportant, and I’m pretty sure you know already that they do make sure that you don’t come into contact with other pantheons.”

She pauses biting her lip.

“That’s also why we’re here. Apparently Zeus didn’t like us or the Ikaki being at the beach that day. He said we were too close for comfort.”

The three sisters roll their eyes in unison.

“That’s why we’re here? You didn’t do anything wrong.” Piper protests.

Percy frowns at this revelation. Surely his uncle wouldn’t go as far as to punish them for nothing.

“That’s why I’m here.”

Everyone looks to see a woman now standing in the throne room. She’s curvy and her face is covered by a veil of pearls exposing only her mouth. Her hair cascades down her back in a wave of curls. Some parts are braided and adorned with cowrie shells. Meanwhile a crown containing jewels and sea shells sits atop her head and a beaded necklace made of crystals sits around her neck. Her dress is what’s most shocking though.…The top is made completely of pearls while the bottom looks like a living body of water. It flows around her elegantly as she walks towards them, the throne room now smelling of the sea.

(This is just an example of what she’s wearing)

“Mom?!” Nia and her sisters exclaim in surprise.

The woman smiles warmly opening her arms to them.” Hello my dears.”

The girls share a look before breaking out into smiles and huddling around their mother giving her a big hug.

Even the demigods can sense the aura coming from the woman. It’s powerful yet calming and peaceful.

“Does no one else see how bad this could end?” Nico mutters tensing as the woman looks towards the group. Now of course he has no reason to trust this woman who is clearly a goddess. For all he knows she could be evil.

“You must be the demigods the girls keep talking about. They’re quite fond of you.” Her voice is full of amusement as her head turns to Percy.” Some more than others.”

Nia’s eyes widen and she quickly steps in ignoring her sisters giggles behind her.” Ok mom. That’s enough.”

She shakes her head as she looks at the group of demigods motioning to her mother.” You can relax. This is our mother Yemoja. She is,” Nia looks at her”, well she’s many things.”

Yemoja laughs.

“Well to keep things simple: I’m the mother of the Orisha. I’m also goddess of creation, water, motherhood…” She shrugs” Which is why I’m here today. Zeus is being far more annoying than usual.”

A roll of thunder sounds off and she crosses her arms just as several flashes go off symbolizing the arrival of the council.

“Yemoja? What are you doing here?” Poseidon asks in shock once he spots the Orisha of the ocean.

Putting her hands on her hips she nods acknowledging him.” Poseidon, and you should ask your brother why I’m here.”

“Yemoja this has nothing to do with you.” Zeus thunders causing all the demigods and the three daughters of Yemoja to roll their eyes.

“This is going to end well.” Zulika and Zuri whisper in unison.

“Well? This is going to be a train wreck.” Nia hisses in annoyance.

Out of the three, Nia is most like their mother. Compassionate and motherly, especially to their younger siblings. Just like their mother it takes a lot to make her angry…unless you mess with someone she cares about. Then it isn’t going to be pretty.

“Nothing to do with me?” Yemoja scoffs. “You’re trying to show dominance over three teenagers who actually saved people instead of whatever it is you are trying to accuse them of.”

Hera, confused and annoyed, turns to her husband.

“Is that true? Are we here simply because you feel threatened they saved mortals?” She demands.

“Brother, they aren’t even from our pantheon. If they stepped out of line they’re mother will handle it.” Hades interjects. His tone uninterested and bored.

Thunder booms as Zeus slams a fist against the arm of his throne.

“Enough! My word will not be challenged!”

“Heavens above. Here we go.” Nia huffs shaking her head.

“You know the rules Yemoja. We are to never meet. The results could be disastrous.” Zeus thunders.

“Disastrous? Disastrous for who? Eh?” Yemoja demands already having enough of this.

“Yemoja, old friend, please-“ Poseidon starts but is cut off by a laugh that surprisingly comes from Nia.

“This is so stupid! All we did was go to the beach. The ikaki showed up out of nowhere and we handled it. Would you rather mortals get eaten, cuz at this point I’m pretty sure you’d rather that happen than us meeting children that you are sheltering due to your own paranoia.”

“Nia!” Zuri cries out in surprise while the demigods look at her in shock. Her sister hates conflict so the fact she’s being this bold? She’s more than over this.

“Child, watch your tone!” Hera demands.

Nia steps forward shaking her head.

“Why should I? You clearly have no respect for other gods and goddesses. You somehow still think that the world revolves around you and it doesn’t. So many pantheons, big and small, and here you are thinking you have a right to punish people who did what you can’t, and who aren’t even from your damn pan-“

“Nia.” Yemoja calls her daughter, her voice calm but nevertheless causes Nia to go silent.

“Ma binu mama.”

When she goes to take a deep breath to calm herself that’s when she notices her nails have grown longer. So long that they’re almost like talons. Cursing silently Nia quickly controls herself, her nails slowly shrinking as she does so.

“Ṣakoso ara rẹ arabinrin.” Zulika whispers urgently.

“Mo n gbiyanju lati, ṣugbọn eyi jẹ aṣiwere ati pe o mọ. Bawo ni agbodo ti o ro pe o le kan ba wa sọrọ lonakona ti o fẹran?” Nia demands in annoyance.

A hand suddenly reaches for hers taking ahold of it softly before giving it a gentle reassuring squeeze.

Surprised, Nia goes to pull away until her eyes meet pools of sea green. They’re soft and kind, but she can tell that behind those eyes lies so much more.

Nia gives Percy a smile but is distracted once more by Zeus’ annoying voice.

“If the child speaks out of turn again I’ll-“

“You’ll what?” Yemoja demands her calm demeanor suddenly becoming cold. There’s a rumble of thunder so powerful that it causes the entire throne room to shake. Even the gods show expressions of nervousness and apprehension.

“Oh dear.” Nia mutters motioning for Percy and the others to back up.

“What’s going on?” Annabeth demands refusing to move but with a look from Zulika she backs up.

“What’s going on is that your king has crossed the line.” Zuri says her face and voice emotionless but you can see the anger in her eyes.

The demigods watch wide eyed as the mother of the Orisha begins growing. And she grows until she is about 60 ft tall. This causes her to tower over the already tall gods and goddesses in the room.

The already tense room only grows thick with feelings that vary from guilt, regret, and even fear. However, Zeus refuses to let this foreign goddess intimidate him.

“The children broke the laws-“

“Your laws. Not ours.”

Yemoja’s voice roars like the mightiest wave but is also just as soft as an ocean breeze. The skirts of her dress dance around her wildly and yet no water touches a thing or person in the throne room.

“My girls did what you would have asked of them anyway. They were quick, careful, and efficient. You should be thanking them but instead you call them here to scold them.”

Zeus goes to say something but Yemoja raises a hand silencing him. She then leans down until she’s able to look him in the eye.” I expected more from a son of Rhea. You’ve let power go to your head and it will be your undoing.”

The demigods all watch with baited breath. No one has ever been so brave. So bold….Well unless you count Percy. Zeus does nothing but look away from the goddess at her reprimand. This surprises everyone. He’s actually backing down.

Hopefully.

“Whoa. That’s never happened before.” Percy says letting out a soft laugh. A laugh that makes Nia smile despite the current situation.

Annabeth however finds nothing about the situation to be funny. Typical daughter of Athena. Always in her head. Always analyzing.

“It’s not like she’s a titan or something. Why are they so nervous?”

“Mother is older than most of your Olympians. Old enough to have known the Titans during their reign.” Nia explains shrugging as she happily holds Percy’s hand. Something everyone notices but says nothing about.

“Mother also isn’t Greek. Her powers, the Orishas powers, are something they don’t understand. They’d rather not push their luck.” Zuri adds on keeping her eyes on the gods who haven’t moved an inch since their mother decided to grow.

“It still doesn’t make sense. Why?” Annabeth challenges causing the sisters to look at her.

“Why would the gods that locked away the Titans-“

“Because they are not the center of the universe. No matter how much they want to pretend they are.” Zulika states

“There will always be some being, some power, bigger and stronger than them daughter of Athena. Bigger than you. There are things out there that you would never be able to imagine. Things that make you’re gods seem like fairytales.” Zuri chimes in.

These words are simple but they hit the demigods hard. Annabeth and Percy know this already though. They know they aren’t the only ones out there. The Egyptians and the Asgardians are alive and well….

“You’re parents are fools. In a way they think they are protecting you by keeping you away from the rest of the world, but really…they’re setting you up.”

Nia looks up at Percy ignoring the stares and looks of the others in the throne room.

“2 years ago a demigod was killed. He was found in the forest. A son of Hermes I believe.”

She looks to the god in question who’s surprised face confirms everything she needs to know.

“He was going to your camp. He’d already been claimed and a satyr was accompanying him. They were almost there when they heard a sound. The sound of bells. Sweet and mesmerizing chimes that drew them in. Before they knew it they stumbled upon a strange yet innocent looking creature covered in plants and leaves. Not much taller than a toddler. This creature asked them for help. Probably said it was looking for it’s mother.” Nia shrugs.

She looks around the throne room knowing that she has everyone’s attention.

“They didn’t know that this creature was not in trouble. That it was actually a hunter until it was too late. The bells went off again and they were paralyzed…Long story short: it ate them. Or at least as much of them as it could. The remains of their bodies were stumbled upon by other demigods who brought them back to camp to hold a funeral.”

“I don’t understand.” Piper mumbles her eyes look at Nia questioningly.

The room is tense again and Nia hesitates her eyes softening.

“We knew the creature, the eloko, was there. We wanted to capture it, but something stopped us.”

She looks to the gods. And it clicks.

“They wouldn’t let you.” Percy says a frown forming and his eyes darkening.

Nia nods slowly wanting to say something that will hopefully replace that frown with the same dazzling smile she saw at the beach, but she knows she can’t. Not right now.

“It took someone dying for them to allow us to capture the eloko. Know that some did vote in favor of us going after it from the start though, and that was greatly appreciated.” Zuri interjects nodding towards the gods.

Turning back to the council, Percy steps forward next to Nia with his hand still wrapped around hers.

“It shouldn’t have taken that though. Times have changed. Our worlds have never truly been too far from each other either. Our run in with the Egyptians is proof of that. Are you really going to risk your children’s lives again for something as foolish as pride or the simple fact that you don’t think we should interact with each other?”

The throne room is silent.

Gods and goddesses look from each other to the demigod’s present. Each of them are contemplating Nia and Percy’s words. Have they truly gone about this the wrong way? It’s clear they’re having some sort of conversation but the soft smile on Yemoja’s lips brings peace to her children. However that peace is quickly disturbed by Aphrodite’s squeals and claps of excitement. This causes the demigods and daughters of the sea to look amongst each other in panic. That can’t be good.

Aphrodite is silenced with a look and after awhile, and with a few glares from Hera, Zeus speaks again.

“As much as I hate to do so, and due to the fact that I was outvoted, I agree. The council does as well. We’d never truly given it much thought and more harm has in fact come from trying to keep our worlds separated. I will also admit that our pride has gotten in the way more than once.”

This surprises the demigods but also impresses them. Only Percy has gotten the gods to actually listen. Nia had their attention from the very beginning, even if her words did anger a few of them.

Hera nods.” We would also like to issue an apology. You were brought here needlessly and my husband can be quite…impulsive sometimes. For that we apologize.”

With a smirk, Poseidon also interjects.

“I also approve of whatever is going on between my son and this outstanding girl that he seems so taken with.”

“Oh! Me too!” Aphrodite exclaims with excitement as Percy and Nia look at each other wide eyed. As they’re eyes meet it only results in them bursting into laughter as they lean into each other.

“Was it that obvious?” Percy asks trying to catch his breath.

Many “yes’” and nods fill the room.

“You’ve been holding hands for the past 5, now 6, minutes. You wouldn't stop looking at her when we were at the beach and Thalia had to threaten asking her to join the Hunt if you didn't just go over and talk to her." Annabeth deadpans causing Percy to sputter and the others to laugh harder.

“So that’s what got you to come talk to me? How cute.” Nia coos playfully pinching his cheeks as he blushes.

Amused but trying to hide it, Zeus clears his throat.

“If no one else has anything to add this concludes our meeting.”

Curious and feeling a little anxious, Nia looks around watching as each god and goddess shakes their heady. When her eyes land on Poseidon she laughs as he gives her a wink only to disappear leaving behind the scent of the ocean.

One by one the council of immortals begins leaving until it’s just the demigods, Yemoja, and her daughters.

“Well that was eventful.” Leo blurts out causing a few laughs to pass between the group.

“I knew you had a temper sister, but I never thought you’d do something so foolish.” Zuri proclaims smirking.

“I honestly thought she was going to get in trouble. The one time she opens that smart mouth of hers and it’s to scold the Olympian Council? Scandalous!” Zulika teases placing a hand over her heart.

Nia simply sticks her tongue out at her sisters earning eye rolls from them.

“Oh gods. They’re perfect for each other.” Thalia says her voice laced with amusement.

“Wait. Does that mean you’re together now?” Piper can’t help but get excited at the thought of the two being in a relationship.

This earns questioning looks and even a glare from Nico that says “If you don’t say yes I’m under your bed.”

Chuckling, Percy looks fondly down at Nia who now is hugging his arm as she leans against him.

“Only if she’ll have me of course.”

Jason laughs shaking his head at the son of Poseidon’s antics.” Geez Perce. You’re not getting married.”

Percy waves him off as Nia looks up at him.” I would love to but you’ll have to get permission from mother first.” She sings smiling softly.

Turning to the Orisha of the sea, who has now taken on a less towering height, Percy becomes nervous. He really does like Nia and would love for her to be his girlfriend, but with everything that’s happened today…Will she agree?

With a motherly smile those nerves are gone.

“Why are you looking at me? If I didn’t approve I would’ve said something long ago. As long as she’s happy there’s not much I can say except that you have my blessing.”

Nia and Percy sigh. Everyone seems to give a sigh of relief really. They really think these two are great for each other.

“Well there you have it. You’ve got yourself a girlfriend Mr. Jackson.” Nia smiles up at him before standing on the tips of her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, to which he beams proudly.

A playful gag comes from Thalia.” I’m regretting this already.”

Before Percy can fire back at his cousin, Yemoja cuts in with a laugh.

“Alright. Alright. How about dinner? It’d be my pleasure to treat all of you.”At the offer of food everyone begins shouting causing Nia to laugh. These demigods sure are something, but she knows she wouldn’t trade them for anything.

*********************************

A/N: Dear lord this took forever! I hope you enjoy it though! Make sure you like and reblog it too please! I also have no idea who to tag so if you’d like to be tagged in any of my stories let me know so I can make a tag list.❤️❤️❤️

Translations:

1. Ma binu mama- Sorry mama

2. Ṣakoso ara rẹ arabinrin- Control yourself sister

3. Mo n gbiyanju lati, ṣugbọn eyi jẹ aṣiwere ati pe o mọ. Bawo ni agbodo ti o ro pe o le kan ba wa sọrọ lonakona ti o fẹran?- I’m trying to, but this is stupid and you know it. How dare he think he can just talk to us anyway he likes?

These are used with Google translate so I apologize if anything is wrong.

***********************

@stars8melanin @prettyvintageafternoon

[illyriachrysa]

From Shadows You Shine: Phoebus Apollon

The following is a fanfiction I had come up with after I had finished reading "The Titan's Curse" and reading other fanfictions online.

PLEASE TAKE NOTE OF THE FOLLOWING!:

📌 Percy Jackson & the Olympians Series is not mine. It belongs to Rick Riordan. So all credits go to him.

📌 This is my first fanfiction and will have two parts, or three... It really depends on how well the second part turns out.

📌 The fanfiction has the ship of Apollo x (OC) Bianca Di Angelo.

📌Bianca Di Angelo is the main character of this fanfiction. Mostly because I thought she was given too little screen time in the POJ Series.

And that's all! Enjoy and Comment down below of your thoughts. Please do be mindful of your words and learn to accept and understand the opinions and thoughts of others

By: Illyria.Chrysa 🌸

From Shadows You Shine: Phoebus Apollon

The first time Bianca Di Angelo had piqued his interest was when they had first met. During the middle of December in a clearing by the cliff, not far from Westover Hall.

His sister - Artemis - had called him for a favor without specifying the nature of the request.

It intrigued him, his sister, being the stubborn and hard-headed person that she is, rarely called upon him for help. So for her to suddenly request something like a favor didn’t sit well with him.

For it could mean one of two things: the favor requires assistants of something only he was capable of achieving or it was something she couldn’t handle alone.

The thought didn’t sit well with Apollo.

Artemis was many things to him, they had their ups and downs, and they argued upon many things, no matter how trivial. But, by the end of the day, she was still his older twin sister - she was still family.

And nobody hurts his family.

So, it came as a relief when Apollo cast his gaze down into the clearing below, spotting his sister with her hunters and what seems to be a handful of Chiron’s campers…

…But that relief soon washed away when he heard the reason behind her favor.

“I need a favor.” Artemis began, looking her brother in the eyes. “I have some hunting to do, alone. And I would like you to take my companions to camp half-blood.”

Apollo nodded his head but furrowed his eyebrows. “Alone? What exactly are you hunting that you have to do alone?” 

“It’s none of your business.”

“I’ll find out eventually. Know all, see all.”

Artemis snorted, “Just drop them off safely, Apollo. I should be back by or before the Winter Solstice.”

He sighed, “You promise?”

“... I promise”

Satisfied with her answer he smiled brightly, showing off his pearly-white teeth. Apollo placed his right-hand on his chest and looked at his sister, mischief flashed in his clear-blue eyes.

“I feel a Haiku coming along!” he declared proudly. Only to be met by a chorus of groans from the hunters, an eye-roll from his sister and confused looks from the campers. Regardless, he spoke the Haiku proudly. Internally cringing at its subpar quality but couldn’t stop the amusement that bubbled within him, that no one noticed…

… No one except the girl that stood behind Percy Jackson.

The unfamiliar girl had her head tilted to the side, a small smile on her face and a knowing look in her onyx-black eyes.

Apollo subtly glanced at the girl, careful as to not catch the attention of his sister. Since, as far as he could tell, the girl was still a virgin. Therefore, she was under the protection of his sister - if not a possible candidate to become one of her hunters.

‘Ah… she noticed…interesting’

Most Olympians had an image they upheld throughout their existence. He was mostly bright and joviale. Basically all the characteristics related to the sun - including the notorious ones. And to top it all off, they had learned to conceal themselves. To never reveal their true intentions.

So when the girl - who he assumes was no older than twelve - managed to see through him, something even his sister was unable to do most recently, it… piqued his interest.

To other gods, they may have felt unnerved, even threatened.

But not Apollo. Cause when he looked into the girl’s eyes all he saw was light.

A look of splendor and innocence that didn’t match with how mature her gaze presented itself. A look that he was all too familiar with… 

… Since, there were times when he too, had that daunting look in his eyes.

Apollo turned, and gave the mysterious girl his full attention. He waved his hand in the air and smiled. “Hi there! I’ve never seen you before, a new camper perhaps?”

As he spoke, all eyes darted to the girl that stood behind Percy Jackson.

He noticed the shock and unsure look she sent his way, before stepping forward and meeting his gaze.

“I am Bianca Di Angelo, Lord Apollo.” Bianca stood straight and nodded her head in greeting, “My younger brother and I recently joined camp a few months back. So you probably haven’t heard of me till now.”

Apollo nodded his head in understanding. He studied the girl for a moment and quickly noticed the beauty she possessed.

‘Not bad,’ he thought to himself. 'Not bad at all.'

The girl had silky midnight-dark hair that reached till her waist, pinned back by a masterfully crafted golden ornate hair clip, decorated with crimson jewels. A pale-ivory skin tone without a single blemish in sight. Thin rose colored lips and a beautiful pair of brilliant onyx-black eyes…

…Eyes that he has seen before. Except it was in a shade of deep-crimson, more isometric and gem-like. Eyes that flared with furry and-

‘Ah’ he thought, faintly seeing the resemblance between Bianca and someone he had not seen in a very long time. ‘So, she’s his daughter. Then that would mean Bianca’s younger brother could also be his son… If so, then the two of them would be the children he had with the last demi-god child of Hecate. Who was it again? Maria Di Angelo? Yes, I remember now.’

‘If so, then…’ Apollo’s eyes shined a lustrous gold, ‘The prophecy just got more complicated.’

He hoped that it wouldn't be the last interaction he had with the daughter of Hades. 

Personally, he preferred Percy being the one the prophecy was talking about. His fatal flaw and blood ensured his loyalty to Olympus and his father rather than it being his half-sister, Thalia. Apollo has seen many heroes fail to overcome the fatal flaw of ambition, which in turn caused their demise. And with the weight of the prophecy given to the survival of Olympus, it wasn’t a risk he would take. 

…But, he wouldn’t mind if Bianca was the one the prophecy foretold about.

The girl was interesting - different from other demi-gods. He just doesn’t know what it was that set her apart from the rest.

He was looking forward to their next interaction.

::::

Apollo didn’t have to wait long for that to happen.

For the next time their paths crossed was on a quest that had both campers and hunters working together to save the goddess in chains.

And the goddess so happens to be his sister - Artemis.

The first time he felt something amidst was when the connection he had with his sister weakened, till it became so faint he could no longer pinpoint her exact location. Not soon after, his oracle stepped foot outside of the Big House and walked towards Zoe Nightshade, the lieutenant of Artemis, and uttered a prophecy that added to his already growing concern of the well-being of his sister.

And just when he was about to go look for his sister, a council was called by his father to discuss the matter of the kidnapping of Artemis.

It was decided that no god can intervene with the quest, and that no god or goddess can go looking for Artemis since a quest was already given to the demi-gods and hunters. And under ancient law, the gods could not intervene on their behalf.

Hermes, Ares and Hephaestus glanced at their brother as they paid no heed to the words their father uttered. The three of them noticed the change in Apollo’s eyes. It was now a burning shade of deep gold, no longer a shade of clear-blue.

The three gods shared discreet glances, one thing on all of their minds. 

‘Apollo would stand for not of it.’

The moment the meeting was adjourned Apollo quickly teleported to an abandoned subway. He didn’t have to wait long because soon enough he could hear the group of campers and hunters approaching. 

He stood by a trash-can fire, under the disguise of a homeless guy. Once the group was close enough he gave them a toothless grin, and said, “Y'all need to get warmed up? Come on over!”

The group huddled around his fire. Thalia's teeth were chattering, she said, “Well this is g-g-ggreat.” 

“My hooves are frozen,” Grover complained.

“Feet,” Percy corrected, glancing discreetly towards the homeless guy, hoping he wouldn't ask any questions.

“What now?” Bianca asked, huddling closer to the homeless guy than the trash-can fire. Feeling more warmth emanating from the man than the fire. She casts a quick glance at the man, gazing into his eyes. Before a flash of understanding gleamed in her eyes. “Should we contact camp? Perhaps Chiron-”

“No,” Zoe said. “They cannot help us anymore. We must finish this quest ourselves.”

Percy gazed miserably around the rail yard.

Apollo listened in to their conversation. He internally chastised the sartyr for his lack of filter but otherwise understood the current situation the group were in.

“You know,” he said looking at the group, “you’re never completely without friends. You kids need a train going West?”

“Yes, sir,” Percy replied. “You know of any?”

Apollo pointed his hand towards the railroad, summoning the sun chariot in the form of a freight train. It gleamed brightly and melted the snow around the surrounding area. Before he disappeared, taking the flames with him.

And just to further mess with the group, he name the train “SUN WEST LINE”

He could have sworn he heard Bianca chuckling to herself in amusement.

After an hour of traveling, Bianca sat in a car far away from the rest. 

She needed a quiet place away from the group to clear her head. She had her suspicions but the truth was harder to swallow than she thought it would. She glanced down on her arms, seeing that they were still the same, she sighed in relief.

Bianca leaned back into the seat, a heavy truth weighed on her shoulder.

“We were in the Lotus Hotel and Casino for seventy plus years… It’s been seventy years.” She gazed outside of her window with a horrified look in her eyes. “How, how am I gonna tell Nico?”

She let out a tired yawn, ‘I can’t fall asleep. No, if I do then - those nightmares would come back.’

It had started when she had returned to camp half-blood after taking out the Manticore in Westover Hall that had Grover held captive. The dreams started the very same night. At first it was warm and happy, a woman so familiar yet so vague would embrace her tightly, muttering sweet-nothings into her ears till she succumbed to slumber.

The next dream she had was that of a man. He was tall and handsome, yet he was extremely pale and had a cold exterior. However, when he would glance at her, the cold facade instantly disappeared. He would embrace her similar to that of the woman’s and he would tell her countless stories she had yet to recall. But, she could have sworn the man spoke to her in Greek. The last image she saw was that of the woman entering her room, a prominent bulge on her stomach.

The following night, she along with the mysterious man stood outside of a door as she heard the woman screaming in agony. Seconds later, it was followed by a cry from that of an infant. The man carried her into the room and placed her on the bed, he kissed the woman’s forehead and glanced down at the little bundle the woman was holding. The woman spoke her name lovingly and ushered her closer. She looked down at the bundle, and her eyes shone with familiarity.

The baby was her younger brother, Nico.

‘So would that mean that these two are my parents?’

Bianca wasn’t certain, but deep down she knew that they were. She just couldn't remember.

Though, after that, the dreams began to flash before her eyes. 

Some of them were of her taking care of Nico, others were spent playing with the mysterious man she had felt was her father, other times it was spying on her parents as the two lovingly held each other close, then it was of them moving to the States after her father whispered something to her mother, causing the woman to frown and glance at her and Nico with worry.

The last dream she had was the one she feared the most.

It was like any other memory, warm and familiar, but an unsettling feeling stabbed at her stomach.

Bianca was with her mother in the kitchen when she looked her mother in the eyes before she screamed in absolute terror. Her father went and grabbed her and brought both her and her brother into his embrace as the two of them wouldn’t stop crying.

Her mother seemed unsure of what to do and went to the living room to grab something when a roar of thunder was heard overhead. Her father tried to reach out to her mother when the crackling of lightning flashed down from above.

It was bright for a fraction of a moment but then she heard her father screaming in agony, kneeling down the place where her mother was supposed to be. She was embracing her brother, making sure he didn’t see the sight in front of them.

Then a woman came into the place, sympathy flashed in her eyes. Her father took notice of the woman and she could feel his rage burn with fury as she laid eyes on the girl. He struck her with something - a curse, a voice spoke in her mind.

She was cursed for something she had no control over.

Her father had cursed the girl before walking towards them. Embracing them tight, promising something under his breath before the dream faded into black.

The last dream she had was of her and Nico kneeling by a river. Her father stood beside them with sorrowful eyes. He had instructed them to drink from the river, and they did.

That was the last dream she had, and she was frightened of the thought that-

“A penny for you thought?” a voice asked from the seat beside her.

Bianca looked over and she wasn’t even surprised to see Apollo in the shotgun seat, no longer bothering with his disguise.

She shook her head, “I’ve been having dreams recently… some of them are horrifying.”

“If it weren’t for dreams,” he said,” I wouldn’t know half the things I know about the future. They’re better than Olympus tabloids.”

Apollo cleared his throat, then held up his hands dramatically:

“Dreams like a podcast,

Downloading truth in my ears.

They tell me cool stuff”

Bianca laughed light-heartedly, “I didn’t expect such a Haiku coming from the god of poetry.”

He smiled softly and placed a finger to his lips, “I’m incognito. Call me Fred”

“A god named Fred?” she asked, “if you're incognito, what happened to your disguise?”

“Don’t need it,” he shrugged. “The sun is my domain. Not even Zeus can question what I do with it.”

“... I thought gods aren’t allowed to intervene with demi-gods quests?”

Apollo’s eyes suddenly burns gold, “Zeus insists on certain rules, no matter how dumb and illogical they are, even if something dangerous is stirring. He's stubborn like that. But nobody messes with my twin sister, nobody.”

“...How fast are we going?”

“Fast enough. Unfortunately, we’re running out of time. It’s almost sunset, but I have already gotten you guys across a good chunk of America.”

Bianca looked Apollo in the eyes, with no sign of fear - something no other demi-gods would dare to do.

The only exception being the children of Poseidon, who are fearless and unrestrained like their father.

“Do you know where Lady Artemis is?”

Apollo’s face darkened, he scowled. “I know a lot, and I see a lot. But even I don’t know that. She’s… clouded from me, and I don’t like it.”

“Then the monster Lady Artemis was hunting?”

“No,” he sighed. “But there is one who might. If you haven’t found the monster when you reach San Francisco, seek out Nereus, the Old Man of the Sea. He has a long memory and a sharp eye. He has a gift of knowledge sometimes kept obscure from my Oracle.”

“But, isn’t it your Oracle?” She pointed out, “Can’t you tell us what the prophecy means?”

He sighed, “You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or a poet to explain his poem. It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear through the search.

“In other words, you don’t know”

He sighs, looking down, “No, I don’t. Only the fates know, the Moirai. Even us gods are powerless against them.”

“I understand,” Bianca began, looking at Apollo with empathy in your eyes. “The feeling of worrying about the wellbeing of your sibling… Of being unable to defy the fates, that one day, deep down, you know that their choice is absolute. No matter what the future has in store for you, no matter the traversity and joy, you can only accept it with a heavy heart.”

Apollo chuckled, he looked Bianca in the eyes, his eyes gleaming gold. “You know, for a demi-god you sure know a lot about things. Dare I even say, you may already know your fate, and have reluctantly accepted it.”

Her eyes flashed a crimson hue, “I, I can only say that, I was born this way. A curse of perception.”

He raised a brow, “A curse? That’s the first I ever heard of it. Care to elaborate, who knows, I might be able to help you and shed some light.”

“...Was that supposed to be a pun?”

Apollo laughed whole-heartedly. “Haha,” he whipped a tear from his eye. “I, I didn’t expect that. I know your behind times but that-”

He paused, his words he spoke finally began to register. 

Bianca perked up at what he said, “you, you know?!”

“...I do”

The two stared at one another, unable to form any words, not knowing what to say.

“You,” Bianca began. “Do you know who my father is? Why he…”

Apollo nodded his head solemnly, “Truthfully, it's not my story to tell. I believe it's best if you were to hear it from your father himself. But I do know this. Out of all the gods, he loves you and your brother very much, I can say for certain that you are his most treasured child, and he did what he did because, at that time, it was all he could do to keep both of you safe. He loves you, very dearly… and I know deep down, no matter how much you deny it, you feel the same way.”

Bianca had tears cascading down her eyes. She felt as though a heavy feeling was lifted from her heart. 

Apollo reached out and wiped away the tears, he smiled at her reassuringly.

“...Do you know when I’ll meet him?”

“Soon,” he whispered softly. “It shouldn’t be long till you finally reunite.”

She nodded her head, and smiled brightly. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it”

[shesawriter39049]

|Breakdowns & Bugatti’s| M|

     *****  Headcanon’s for my OT7 AU*****

Genre: Rich Kid AU/ Drama/ Suspense/ Smut/ Angst

AU SUMMARY : The story of 8 heirs, who also happen to be the children of some of the most powerful, and well known political figures in The Big Apple! This is a candid look at all of the sex, lies, drama, scandals, couture and boujee affairs that are caught both on, but more importantly off camera!

OR: Gossip girl meet’s HTGAWM? Essentially if GG was on HBO, darker, and had more depth within it’s plot! Which is no shade, I love me some Gossip Girl, but realistically looking back a lot of the “Drama” wasn’t that...deep lol! But we still loved it all the same!

Note:  The first chapter is called “The Kim’s of New York” So these headcanon’s are solely the Kim boys & the OC! ALSO, I just tried to find the most discrete gif for the Y/N there is NO ethnicity for ANY of my OC’s! Also, it’s set to be a OT7 intertwined plot but the smut with the OC will prob only be 3/4 members deep!

***The sneak peek for part 1 which is Namjoon X Reader will be linked***

~~~~~~~

Name: Namjoon Kim

Age: 21 Birth place: New York, New York

Current Residence: West Village, New York/ Songpa-Gu, Seoul Korea

Profession: Heir, College student, Entrepreneur, Art lover, Smartass, Heartbreaker (Closet fuck boi) 

College: NYU (Incoming Junior)

Degree: Aiming for a Master’s in Journalism & Political communication. Endgame :Political Journalism

Preferred Degree: Opinion, Trade, or Art Journalism, or a Museum Curator   (Namjoon actually anonymously runs a pretty popular art based travel blog)Namjoon also dabbles in that Soundcloud life making beats under an undisclosed name...however that’s just a hobby....so he says...

Business Type:....Co-owner/founder of an exclusive, invite only, dating service....do with that information what you will!

(Bonus Question ) Licensed Business?: LMAO….sure

Net Worth : 10 Figures

Dating Status : Closet Fuck Boi! Wait, is that not an option? Okay fine. He’s single...ish…Kinda? Well to be fair it depends on the time of day honestly! Is it a Sunday? Are we going to Brunch at Society Café? Or, is it Friday night and he’s going to the “Press Lounge”? More importantly is it election season and and does his father need him to not look like a hoe!? This is all crucial information, I need meticulousdetails honestly! So for the time being I guess I’ll have to pass on the question!

Aesthetic : Tom Ford X Hugo Boss X Valentino X Dior X Tommy Hilfiger = Couture Business Casual! I.E Namjoon always looks like he’s going to some business meeting with Elon Musk, and Jeff Bezos! Even if it’s like...noon on a Saturday and your going on a day trip to Nappa...He’s still in calfskin loafers and a disrespectfully tight button up. Namjoon’s giving like...hot college professor PornHub realness...Yup His whole “Scholar Student” Aesthetic is a whole ass kink and baby boy knows it! 

Political Tie: Father, Joshua Kim, New York Senator

Parents : Father : Joshua Kim, (New York Senator, son of Billionaire tech Tycoon Sang Woo Kim) Mother: Christine Kim : Luxury Event planner

Siblings : Only child

Political Party: Democratic

Actual Political Party: Liberal Daily : Matte Black Porsche 911/ Satin Red Ferrari 458/ Bugatti Veyron Matte red

Name: Seokjin Kim (Jin Kim)

Age: 23

Birth place: London, England

Current Residence: Upper Eastside, New York/ Chelsea London

Profession: Existing, Retired Editorial Model, Entrepreneur, Occasional influencer (When he feels like it) IE, the influencer that never really asked for the titile...he’s just rich and living his life! I mean let’s be real who isn't curious to see how the -1% lives?!

College: University of Oxford

Degree: Maybe he has a Master’s in Business...maybe he dropped out!

Preferred Degree: Culinary Arts...or honestly...just chillin...maybe eventually open his own modeling firm or something down the line!

Business Type:....Jin casually runs high stakes poker matches...and that’s all you need to know for right now….

(Bonus Question ) Licensed Business?:...Again...that’s all you need to know right now…

Net Worth : 10 Figures

Dating Status : Single, and not in the mood to entertain….unless you’ll like...walk yourself out after then maybe...Oh also it’s a requirement that you’re aware there’s more luxury brands than Gucci and Louis Vuitton. Show up in anything straight monogram and Jin’s going flaccid on command!

Aesthetic : Chanel  X  Dior X Cavalli X Dolce X Fendi  = On Duty Runway Model! It truly doesn’t matter if he’s going to brunch, the movies, or sitting front row at Galliano! Jin always looks like he should be front row at Galliano! Whilst also effortlessly looking 10x’S pretter than half of the bitches in Manhattan even on his worst day! Androgyny at its finest, well Jin and Judge Parks son are kinda tied in that department!

Political Tie: Father, David Kim, Mayor’s Chief of Staff/ “Ghost” press secretary

Parents : Father : David Kim, (Retired Corporate Attorney, son of Billionaire Oil Tycoon Hyun-Son Kim) Mother: Lisa Kim, Co- owner of Hotel Shailla, daughter of Michael Lee, Millionaire Entrepreneur )

Siblings : Taehyung Kim (20), Hae Jin Kim (29) Deceased...( Allegedly)  

Political Party: Democratic

Actual Political Party: Honestly, Jin could give less than a damn

Daily : Matte Pink Aston Martin One, White Bugatti Chiron

Name: Taehyung Kim (Tae Kim)

Age: 20

Birth place: Rome, Italy

Current Residence: Cobble Hill, New York/ Pairs, France (When he’s not in school...or just on the weekends)

Profession: College student, Painter, Podcast Host, unwarranted fashion critique/ Stylist! Tae lowkey thinks his IG feed is the reprise of “Fashion  Police” Joan Rivers bless rest her soul..she would’ve loved him!

College: Bernard (Sophomore)

Degree:  Fine Arts (Painting/ Sculpture)

Preferred Degree: Exactly...what he’s doing...he enrolled at NYU for business. Lasted all of like...5 months before he dropped out!

Business Type:....Tae run’s a very...controversial late night Podcast  appropriately titled “Tae unfiltered”! It wasn’t supposed to be a job, lord knows he doesn't need one...However due to the steady increase in his audience the youngest Kim is on track to ending up on Forbes without his inheritance.

(Bonus Question ) Licensed Business?:...Yup!

Net Worth: 10 Figures

Dating Status : Single, and more than ready to mingle, Tae essentially had the same girlfriend all throughout high school! The pair broke up maybe 7 months ago when she opted to go to college in London. So let’s just say he has a lot of making up to do and he’s very much….open to new experiences…

Aesthetic : Guicci  X  Gucci X Gucci X  Gucci X Gucci = Gucci!? Nah, actually Tae, is fond of anything that doesn't...blend in...so Moschino, GCDS, Vetements, Kenzo, Balmain= If it lowkey looks like it could've been homemade...but it cost like bare minimum 4k! Or he just highkey looks exactly like you’d expect, like a very rich, art student who loves funky. abstract, unethical, clothing! Is he going to Coachella or to the farmers market? We may never know but that’s fine! He’s also young, and well aware that he’s fine as fuck, and that’s a whole ass problem! Tae may not have a ton of experience but he’s far from shy and more than down to learn...

Political Tie: Father, David Kim, Mayor’s Chief of Staff (Ghost press secretary)

Parents : Father : David Kim, (Retired Corporate Attorney, son of Billionaire Oil Tycoon Sang Tae Won Kim) Mother: Lisa Kim, Co- owner of Hotel Shailla, daughter of Michael Lee, Millionaire, Entrepreneur )

Siblings : Seokjin Kim (23), Hae Jin Kim (29) Deceased ( Allegedly)

Political Party: Democratic

Actual Political Party: Liberal AFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Daily : Lime Green Lamborghini Huracan/ Matte Grey Ferrari F60

Name: Yn/Ln

Age: 21

Birth Place: Paris, France

Current Residence: Upper East Side, New York/ Dubai

Profession:...Taking pictures, of both herself and other people, ugh...looking attractive? Does that count? Oh being well dressed...Self taught photographer, Fashion Blogger, Creative Director,Entrepreneur...

College: N/A ...Possible freshman at NYU or Bernard or, FIT for Photography & or Fashion

Degree: N/A... IF, she went it would be for Fine Arts/ Fashion degree for Creative Direction

Preferred Degree: Honestly, none, she lives and breathes fashion and due to her lifestyle Y/n already has the type of connections that up and coming photographers would die for! BUT...said college degree would shut her father up...so it’s a possibility! However, it’s not like he considers photography or being a fashion influencer a real job anyway...sooo she mideswell just not even bother!

Business Type:....Existing? Her main job is essentially...breathing...and occasionally taking pictures of other people! Oh, and herself as well, she get’s paid to post daily content! She runs a website called “MyJobIsToBeWellDressed” Co-owner of an exclusive invite only dating service!

(Bonus Question ) Licensed Business?: Yes and...(lmao)...for the first part, where her blog and all of that is concerned, yes...she’s 1099 the full nine! The other job however...................mmm... next question?

Net Worth: 10 Figures

Dating Status :YOLO

Aesthetic : 90’s Couture meet’s “House of Yes” @ 3 AM ( Back when luxury brands weren’t afraid to have fun and be a little risque)  Chanel X Versace X Dolce X Prada X Gucci X Galliano = Well kept sugar baby??? Or every time you see her your literally like “Dude where the fuck are you even going!!??” Baby girl is always overdressed, she showed up to go on a doggy date through central park with Yoongi and Holly in 7 inch Louboutin’s sooo..we love that! Owns literally every vintage 90′s runway archive you can think of...If you’ve gagged over it on Pinterest it’s in Y/n’s closet. She’s smooth as all fuck...that’s for damn sure, radiating the perfect blend of BD and WAP energy....she’s a bad bitch and she knows it! Fuck the entire upper Eastside knows it!

Political Tie: Father, Christopher L/N, New York Senator

Parents: Father : Christopher L/N, (New York Senator, son of Billionaire Automotive Tycoon/ Real Estate Mogul Gregory L/N/ ) Mother: Ashley L/N, (luxury) Interior Designer & Daughter of Hotel Mogul Michael L/N

Siblings: Only child...maybe

Political Party: Democratic

Actual Political Party: Liberal

Daily : Matte Black Bugatti Divo / Satin Purple Lamborghini Murcielago/ Any car that any of her friends are driving because...fuck that, ridding shotty all day!

~~~~~~~~

There they are!!

The sneak peek is linked below...part 1 is Namjoon X Reader

However Jin and Tae are briefly introduced...and they will eventually have induvial chapters as well!

SNEAK PEEK

[my-random-ocs]

Rise Up Chapter 2: We Fight Demon Scorpions

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x OC (eventually)

Warnings: Angst, weapons, betrayal

<<< Previous || Masterlist || Next >>>

The next morning, the buzz at breakfast faded into the background as I attempted to wake up. I never really managed to fall back asleep after my nightmare.

A nudge against my shoulder made me jump, and I turned to see Silena sending me a worried look. “You okay?” She asked.

I nodded. “Yeah,” I said. I zoned back into the breakfast announcements. Apparently at around three this morning, an Aethiopian drakon had been spotted at the borders at camp. I was so distracted by my nightmare and tossing and turning that I hadn’t even noticed. The magical boundaries kept the monster out, but it stalked along the border, looking for weak spots in our defenses. It didn’t go away until Lee Fletcher, the Apollo cabin’s head counselor, led his siblings in pursuit. After shooting a few dozen arrows into its armor, it finally got the message and left.

“It’s still out there,” Lee was warning us. “Twenty arrows in its hide, and we just made it mad. The thing was thirty feet long and bright green. Its eyes-” He cut himself off, shuddering.

“You did well Lee,” Chiron said, patting him on the shoulder. “Everyone stay alert, but stay calm. This has happened before.”

“Aye,” Quintus said from his seat at the head table. “And it will happen again. More and more frequently.”

Wow, how helpful.

The campers murmured amongst themselves.

Everyone knew that Luke was planning an invasion into camp. Most of us expected it to happen this summer, but no one knew how or when. Our attendance was down, and that definitely didn’t help. When I started about four years ago, there had been over one hundred. Now there were only a little over eighty. Some had died. Some had joined Luke. Some had straight up disappeared.

“This is a good reason for new war games,” Quintus said. I didn’t love the glint in his eyes. “We’ll see how you all do with that tonight.”

“Yes…” Chiron said. “Well, enough announcements. “Let us bless this meal and eat.” He raised his goblet. “To the gods!”

We all raised our glasses and repeated the blessing.

I grabbed my plate, stood, and led my siblings to the brazier. “Aphrodite,” I whispered, tossing a hash brown into the fire. Mitchell showed Lacy what to do as I prayed to my mother. “Help me with Luke, and Grover, and protecting Amara…”

There was so much to list that I could have gone on all morning, but I headed back to my seat.

After a few minutes, I noticed that Grover was eating with Percy. Suddenly, my fork was halfway to my mouth when I felt somebody lift me by my shirt and take me to the Poseidon table. She plopped me down next to Grover and I swallowed my breakfast while Annabeth slid into the bench next to Percy.

“I’ll tell you what it’s about,” Annabeth said. “The Labyrinth.”

“Oh, okay, so we’re talking about this now,” I realized.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Percy told Annabeth. Campers weren’t allowed to switch tables. I wasn’t sure what the punishment was for switching, because it’s never happened. If Mr. D had been here, Annabeth and I would have been in big trouble, but he wasn’t here. Chiron apparently had already left. Quintus was still sitting at the head table, but didn’t say anything.

“We need to talk,” Annabeth insisted.

“But the rules-”

“Look, Grover is in trouble,” Annabeth interrupted. “There’s only way we can figure to help him. It’s the Labyrinth. That’s what Clarisse, Zia, and I have been investigating.”

“The Labyrinth isn’t in Crete anymore,” I continued. “Like a lot of ancient Greece myth stuff, it’s moved to America. Or, in this case, under America.”

“So… is the Labyrinth part of the Underworld?” Percy asked.

I shook my head. “No.”

“Well, there may be passages from the Labyrinth down into the Underworld,” Annabeth corrected. “I’m not sure. But the Underworld is way, way down. The Labyrinth is right under the surface of the mortal world, kind of like a second skin. It’s been growing for thousands of years, lacing its way under Western cities, connecting everything together underground. You can get anywhere through the Labyrinth.”

“If you don’t get lost,” Grover grumbled helpfully. “And die a horrible death.”

“There has to be a way,” I told him. Again. We’ve had this conversation more than a few times over the past few months. “Clarisse made it out.”

“Barely!” He countered. “And the other guy-”

“He was driven insane,” Annabeth interrupted. “He didn’t die.”

“Oh, joy,” Grover said sarcastically. “That makes me feel much better.”

“Whoa,” Percy said. “Back up. What’s this about Clarisse and a crazy guy?”

I glanced over at the Ares table. Clarisse eyed us like she knew what we were talking about, but as soon as we made eye contact, she quickly focused on her plate.

I lowered my voice as I turned back to Percy. “Last winter,” I started, “Clarisse went on a mission for Chiron.”

“I remember,” he said. “It was secret.”

I nodded. “It was a secret because she found Chris Rodriguez.”

“The guy from the Hermes cabin?”

Chris was a son of Hermes who had come to camp before I had. He was about a year older than I was, and used to be friends with Nisha and I, until he left camp soon after Luke did. Last summer, Percy, Annabeth, Tyson, and I had found him on Luke’s war/cruise ship, the Princess Andromeda.

“Yeah,” Annabeth confirmed. “Last summer he just appeared in Phoenix, Arizona, near Clarisse’s mom’s house.”

“What do you mean he just appeared?” Percy asked.

“A few weeks after we got back from our quest,” I said, “Chris was found wandering around in the desert, in a hundred and twenty degrees, in full Greek armor, ranting about string.”

“String,” Percy said.

“He’d been driven completely insane,” Annabeth said. “Clarisse brought him back to her mom’s house so the mortals wouldn’t institutionalize him. She tried to nurse him back to health.”

“Chiron even came out and questioned him,” I added. “But it didn’t do much good. The only thing we were able to figure out is that Luke’s men have been exploring the Labyrinth.”

“Okay,” Percy said, trying to take all of this in. “Why were they exploring the Labyrinth?”

“We weren’t sure,” I said. “That’s why Clarisse went scouting. Chiron kept things quiet because he didn’t want to start a panic. The only reason he involved me was because… well, it’s Luke.”

“And he involved me because the Labyrinth has always been one of my favorite subjects,” Annabeth said. “The architecture involved…” Her expression turned a little dreamy. “The builder, Daedalus, was a genius. But the point is, the Labyrinth has entrances everywhere. If Luke could figure out how to navigate it, he could move his army around with incredible speed.”

“Except it’s a maze, right?” Percy asked.

“Full of horrible traps,” Grover added. “Dead ends. Illusions. Psychotic goat-killing monsters.”

“But not if you had Ariadne’s string,” Annabeth countered. “In the old days, Ariadne’s string guided Theseus out of the maze. It was a navigation instrument of some kind, invented by Daedalus. And Chris Rodriguez was mumbling about string.”

“So Luke is trying to find Ariadne’s string,” Percy said. “Why? What’s he planning?”

“I wish I knew,” I answered. “At first, we thought he wanted to use the maze to invade camp, but that wouldn’t make sense. The closest entrances Clarisse found were in Manhattan, so Luke wouldn’t be anywhere near our borders, let alone be able to get past them. Clarisse explored a little ways into the Labyrinth, but it was really dangerous. She had some close calls. Annabeth and I researched everything we could about Daedalus, but it didn’t help much. We can’t figure out what Luke is planning, but we know that the Labyrinth might be the solution to Grover’s problem.”

Percy blinked in confusion. “You think Pan is underground?”

“It would explain why he’s been impossible to find,” Annabeth said.

Grover shuddered. “Satyrs hate going underground. No searcher would ever try going in that place. No flowers. No sunshine. No coffee shops!”

“But,” Annabeth said, “the Labyrinth can lead you anywhere. It reads your thoughts. It was designed to fool you, to trick you and kill you-”

“- But if you can make the Labyrinth work for you-” I continued.

“It could lead you to the Wild god,” Percy finished.

“I can’t do it,” Grover insisted, clutching his stomach. “Just thinking about it makes me want to throw up my silverware.”

“Grover, it may be your last chance,” Annabeth said. “The council is serious. One week or you learn to tap dance!”

A throat clearing gained our attention, and my head swiveled to the head table, where Quintus was staring pointedly at us. I had a feeling he didn’t want to make a scene, but Annabeth and I were pushing it by staying at the Poseidon table for this long.

“We’ll talk later,” Annabeth said. She squeezed Percy’s arm. “Convince him, will you?”

Annabeth got up and went back to her table.

“It’s going to be okay, Grover,” I tried to reassure him. “We’ll figure it out.”

He just stared dejectedly at the table. I stood up and returned to my breakfast with Cabin Ten.

____________

That night after dinner, Quintus had us put on armor like we were going to play capture the flag, but the camp’s mood seemed more serious than that. At some point today, the crates from the arena had disappeared, and I had a bad feeling that whatever was in them was now running around in the woods.

Quintus stood up at the head table. “Right,” he said. “Gather ‘round.”

I found Ethan in the crowd and went to stand between him and Silena.

He was dressed in black leather and bronze. Mrs. O’Leary bounced around him happily, looking for food scraps to eat, then came right up to me.

I grinned, scratching behind her ears.

“You will be in teams of two,” Quintus announced. Immediately, everyone started moving around to get to their friends, he shouted, “Which have already been chosen.”

Everyone groaned.

“Your goal is simple,” Quintus continued. “Collect the gold laurels without dying. The wreath is wrapped in a silk package, tied to the back of one of the monsters. There are six monsters. Each has a silk package. Only one holds the laurels. You must find the wreath before the other teams. And, of course… you will have to slay the monster to get it, and stay alive.”

The crowd muttered excitedly.

“Lot more exciting than capture the flag,” Ethan grinned.

“Tell me about it,” I agreed. The goal seemed simple. Most of us had killed monsters before- that’s what we trained for.

“I will now announce your partners,” Quintus said. “There will be no trading. No switching. No complaining.”

“Arooof!” Mrs. O’Leary howled. She moved from my side to bury her face in a plate of leftover pizza.

Quintus took out a scroll and started reading off names.

Silena was paired up with Beckendorf, and she couldn’t hide her smile. I nudged her shoulder with mine, smirking. She shoved me playfully, both of us grinning. See, Silena had a crush on Beckendorf that neither of them would do anything about, and hoped they would soon, because it was super annoying how they wouldn’t tell each other how they felt.

Travis and Connor Stoll were paired up, which wasn’t a surprise. They did everything together. Clarisse was with Lee Fletcher. Percy and Annabeth were together. Grover and Tyson were paired together, which neither looked very happy about.

Then my name was called. “Ghaziyah Banerjee and Ethan Nakamura!” Ethan and I grinned at each other, and high fived.

“They don’t want to give anyone a fighting chance?” Ethan joked. Both of us were great sword fighters, and always rocked capture the flag when Aphrodite and Hermes were allied. I couldn’t wait to see how this would turn out.

____________

The actual game itself wasn’t important. Ethan and I almost beat Clarisse and Travis, but Grover and Tyson had a little issue. In order to make sure they didn’t accidentally kill each other, we missed the box with the laurel that would have made us win.

Luckily, Ethan wasn’t mad.

As I started taking off my armor, Ethan shuffled around nervously. “You okay?” I asked, undoing the straps of my breastplate.

“Yeah, I just-” He stopped. “I need to talk to you.”

I furrowed my brows. “About what?”

Ethan took a deep breath, then said all at once, “I wanted to leave camp.”

My eyes widened in surprise. “You-”

“I wanted to leave,” Ethan continued, “and join Luke’s army. But I don’t anymore.”

My mind was reeling. “You wanted to leave?” I asked, unable to keep the hurt and confusion out of my voice.

Ethan nodded, looking ashamed. “I did. I have a lot of anger toward the gods- you know that. And when I met Luke, so did he. The gods don’t pay enough attention to their kids, and he was really the only one doing something about it. But I realize… that he isn’t going about it the right way. I’ve decided to stay.”

“You have?” I asked, my hopes raising slightly.

“Yeah. I just- you’re my best friend in the world,” he said. “You’re the only one who actually accepts that my mother is Nemesis. You’re basically my little sister. The last thing I want is to mess that up.”

I processed everything Ethan just said, finally whispering, “So… you’re staying?”

Ethan nodded, beginning to smile. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m staying.”

I grinned, squealing happily, and gave my best friend a bear hug, causing him to laugh.

“Hate to break up the fun,” a voice called, causing me to pull back. I turned to see Clarisse. “But we have a problem.”

I tensed, placing my hand on my sword. “What’s wrong?”

“Percy and Annabeth are missing.”

I would love to say I didn’t freak out.

Truthfully, I just about had a heart attack.

The whole camp, including Chiron, searched the entire woods.

After about an hour, I was on the verge of a panic attack when we heard shouts that they had been found.

Ethan and I followed the voices to Zeus’ Fist.

“Thank the gods!” I exclaimed, launching myself into Annabeth’s arms, causing her to stumble back from the force. Before she could react, I pulled away and hugged Percy tight. “Where were you two?”

“We’ve been looking forever,” Clarisse added as I pulled away, examining my friends for injuries.

“But we were only gone a few minutes,” Percy protested, confused at my outburst.

“Only a few minutes?” I repeated. “What, did you time travel?”

Chiron trotted up, followed by Grover and Tyson.

“Percy!” Tyson cried. “You are okay?”

“We’re fine,” Percy said. “We fell in a hole.”

We stared at him, confused, then looked at Annabeth.

“Honest!” Percy insisted. “There were three scorpions after us, so we ran and hid in the rocks. But we were only gone a minute.”

“You’ve been missing for almost an hour,” Chiron said. “The game is over.”

“Yeah,” Grover mumbled. “We would’ve won, but a Cyclops sat on me.”

“Was an accident!” Tyson protested, then sneezed.

I would have laughed if I wasn’t so confused.

“A hole?” Clarisse asked suspiciously.

Annabeth turned to our mentor. “Chiron, maybe we should talk about this at the Big House.”

Suddenly, it clicked, and I looked at Clarisse, who seemed to have come to the same conclusion. “Oh, my gods,” I said in amazement, my eyes widening. “You found it, didn’t you?”

Annabeth bit her lip. “I- Yeah. Yeah, we did.”

About fifty campers started asking questions at once, but Chiron raised his hand, quieting everyone. “Tonight is not the right time, and this is not the right place.” He eyes the boulders like he just noticed something wrong with them. “All of you, back to your cabins. Get some sleep. A game well played, but curfew is past!”

There was a lot of complaining, but the campers made their way back to the cabins.

“This explains a lot,” Clarisse said. “It explains what Luke is after.”

“Wait a second,” Percy said. “What do you mean? What did we find?”

Annabeth turned to Percy, worry clear on her face. “An entrance to the Labyrinth. An invasion route straight into the heart of camp.”

After that, Clarisse, Percy, and Clarisse headed back to their cabins, and I followed. It was difficult wrangling a bunch of eleven- to sixteen-year-olds together for bedtime. And I thought living with a one-year-old was difficult.

I turned toward the cabins, and I noticed Ethan was still there, a little ways away. He looked like he heard everything, but I wasn’t too worried. I smiled, pretending nothing was wrong.

“Come on, let’s head back,” I said happily.

He nodded, but didn’t say anything.

I couldn’t read his expression, and it made me nervous.

We stopped as we reached our cabins. “Good night, Ethan,” I said quietly.

“‘Night, Zia,” he responded, and we went our separate ways.

[desiraypark]

Master List

(desiraypark)

List created: 6/2/2020 Last updated: 7/27/2020 All stories are written for fictional characters, not the actors that portray them, or real people they may have portrayed. Reasons Why A Specific Character Isn’t Listed: - The character is based on a real person (Most likely) - I haven’t seen the work (Very likely) - I don’t like the character/the work (Likely) Additional Notes: Posts that list “(Black) Reader” = Anyone can be “reader” but I especially want Black readers to immerse themselves in it. Mannerisms, expressions, foods, and other elements exclusive to Black culture (particularly Black-American) may be sprinkled in.

Posts that list “Black Reader” = they’re definitely Black and I want you to envision them as so. Search for requests! = Some works aren’t listed because they were requested as ‘Asks’, so I encourage you to search “Character x Reader”/ “Character Smut” / “Character x OC” / etc. to see if there’s anything written for your faves!

You can also shoot me a message because I know the search system kinda sucks. * = N*FW ____________________ CHADWICK BOSEMAN 

T’Challa (MCU) A Shark in the Water  (One-Shot) *Sweat. (One-Shot)

*“We’re a mess.” (OS) Jacob King (Message from the King) NA Lt. Sam Drake (The Kill Hole) Chamomile Tea (One-Shot) JOHN BOYEGA

Finn (Star Wars Sequel Trilogy) Finn, Poe, and the Desktop Computer (One-Shot) *Newlyweds (One-Shot)

*Sella, Selene, and Poe (OS) ADAM DRIVER Kylo Ren/Ben Solo (Star Wars Sequel Trilogy) Dangerous Kisses (One-Shot)

Head Chef/Meat Chef (OS)   Sorry (One-Shot) *Much Needed Assistance (Completed Series) *Crowning (Series: The continuation of Much Needed Assistance)

Making of: MNA and Crowning *When the Sun Sleeps in Canto Bight (Series)

My thoughts on Kylo Ren/Ben Solo (just so you know lol)

Charlie Barber (Marriage Story) (Search for requests or ask!) Christmas in LA (Miniseries) Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky) *Photos... (One-Shot)  “A Full Moon, I Say” (One-Shot) Clyde x Sherri (Non-Linear Series) 

(See also: The World of Clyde x Sherri) (Also: Search for requests or ask!) Paterson (Paterson) (Search for requests or ask!) Phillip Altman (This Is Where I Leave You)

Make It More Awkward* (Completed Miniseries)

(Also: Search for requests or ask!) OTHER * “Be Our Guest” Miniseries with Paul Sevier x Kylo Ren)

Red Light (Adam Sackler OS)

Saturday Night Special (Flip Zimmerman OS) TREVANTE RHODES Chiron/Black (Moonlight) Home-cooked Meal (One-Shot) Away From Miami (One-Shot) ALGEE SMITH Chris McKay (Euphoria) Teacher (One-Shot) LAKEITH STANFIELD Andre Hayworth (aka Logan King) (Get Out) “Correct.” (One-Shot) Darius Epps (Atlanta) NA Detective Lieutenant Elliot (Knives Out)

A Lieutenant’s Work is Never Done (One-Shot)

[ao3feed-snape]

Song of the Reborn

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3tHoNMQ

by emilyannet

When Lee Davies agreed to be reborn, she didn't know that it would be to this extent. Self-Insert (SI-OC) Percy Jackson x Harry Potter.

Words: 9077, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, Thalia Grace, Luke Castellan, Lily Evans Potter, James Potter, Sirius Black, Rubeus Hagrid, Severus Snape, Chiron (Percy Jackson), Dionysus (Percy Jackson), Draco Malfoy, Grover Underwood, Zeus (Percy Jackson), Remus Lupin

Additional Tags: Self-Insert, SI-OC, Crossover, Action/Adventure, Adventure, POV Female Character, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3tHoNMQ

[babygirlofwakanda]

Rule The World | Prologue

CHARACTERS — Adrien X Chiron

CONTENT — Nothing to see here, yet. 

PLOT — The introduction of Adrien and Chiron. 

Inspired by the song,��Cell Therapy X Goodie Mob.

NARRATIVE — The slouched figure sitting at the chipped table dominated the space of the midnight diner as groups of local college students whispered, waitresses winked and even the lingering prostitutes dared to glance at him instead of keeping a close eye on the brick of money resting between their fingers.

Disregarding the stares the deep earth-toned male aggressively scraped his fork against the aged plate as he chomped down on the soaked waffles and thin hash browns. Wearing a prominent scowl refusing to reveal his gaudy slugs or show any satisfaction from the breakfast filling his stomach Chiron stayed quiet as he ate. Concentrating on his food the silent man exhaled as the quiet night and almost dull scenery helped the tensed male forget about the adamant sins he had his team committing while he detoxed.

Taking away from his underlining stress the slow diner eased Chiron’s mind as the setting distracted him from the imprinted vision of wiping the crimson blood dripping from his glock while the deep aroma of coffee replaced the poignant smell of marijuana.

Drowning his thoughts with the bitter taste of coffee sliding down his throat Chiron exhaled and rolled his shoulders once he attained a level of content. A level where he could tolerate the punishing outcome from his ruthless decisions without being in an alternative state of mind. Clenching his teeth against the silver fork, Chiron chewed on his soggy waffles before he heard a distinct chime followed by an abrupt gasp echoing throughout the southern restaurant.

“—breaking news, there are reports of multiple gun shots fired at popular nightclub, Mansion Elon. We are now receiving word that we have channel 2’s Monice standing outside of the club right now.”

Silencing the diner within seconds Chiron turned his head towards the point of focus and stared silently at the television as the news reporter hinted at one of his intimidating tactics gone wrong.

“—yes, Vivian. I’m outside and as you can see from behind, the ambulance is here assisting those injured and the police have blocked the entrance to the club.

“—and as of right now we have learned that there were four gunmen involved and that there are two casualties reported at this moment.”

While he vaguely listened to the news Chiron quickly slid his vibrating phone out of his back pocket before unlocking the device with his thumbprint. Tapping on the lime icon he watched as the messages continued to vibrate his phone. “—shit.” Black exhaled roughly, before he continued to spit out harsh curses.

Attempting to get information about the coercion Black didn’t register the adamant bell of the diner’s door opening before the obnoxious clacking of heels and chatter filled the southern restaurant. Lifting his eyes off of the phone for a second Black quickly took notice of the mahogany beauty sitting at the barstool with her attention captured into her own phone. Clad in a black dress he observed the material stretching over her curves, but just as his eyes began to travel further down to glance at her plump ass his phone vibrated again with an update to the shakedown.

Immediately looking back at his phone Black read the latest messages from his second in command, Dolla before he abruptly felt his repressed mindset switch back into the murderous temperament.

The character that became completely enthralled with unloading a clip into someone’s child, the man that thrived off of the taste of the backwood hanging from between his lips and the individual who became enamored while he watched digital zeros appear and double up as money flipped through his machine.

With his heart thumping intensely in his ear Black abruptly stood up creating a loud screech as his chair slid across the faded tile. Disregarding the nosy looks shot his way the alarmed man reached into his wallet and threw down more than enough money to cover the bill before making his way around the table and heading towards the exit until the low revelations coming from the counter caught his attention.

“—bitch, I told y’all that nigga looked crazy. If we woulda dipped earlier like I said so we wouldn’t of had to duck from dem’ bullets in the club!”

Halting his footsteps Black listened to the women’s conversation before they absentmindedly confirmed that they were at the same club as the shooting.

Approaching the counter Black cleared his throat making his presence known as all four women talking instantly flicked their eyes towards him. “—we’re y’all at Mansion Elon tonight?” He questioned, as his eyes fixated on the angelic face of the brown beauty.

Hearing the studdering replies from the women until the one sitting closest to him timidly nodded Black began to press for information. “Did y’all just so happened to see who was the nigga shootin’?”

With the question lingering in the air Black watched as the women shared a puzzled look with each other before the anonymous beauty spoke. “Why should we tell you? So you can stalk us or toss our bodies into Lake Lanier or a dumpster? Nah, play boy.”

Cocking his head to the side Black watched as she bought her glass up to her lips with a smirk tugging at the corners. Keeping his eyes fixated on hers Black heard her friends apologize for her response, “Adrien can be critical at times, but we swear she doesn’t mean any harm.” they elaborated, making Adrien scoff at their apparent bullshit and bluff.

Watching her scrunched facial expressions Black chuckled lowly at her answer before slowly brushing his palm over her mouth. “No, babygirl here is right. Y’all don’t know me from a hole in the wall and I understand, so y’all be stay out here aight.”

Timidly shifting away from the countertop Black maintained his gaze with Adrien leaving her with a look of hesitant before he turned towards the door.

Only footsteps away from the entrance Black heard the annoyed tone of voice call out to him. Showing off a glimpse of his grillz he paused his movement before turning around and seeing Adrien swiveled around in her chair with a smug smile on her face.

Huffing out she began to detail the self-proclaimed shooter, “The man was wearing a tan shirt with these big ass rocks in his ears. Oh, and he had a baguette pinky ring.” She winked. Faltering in his footsteps Black was surprised that she knew her diamonds.

“How do you know it was a baguette?” He asked, hands still pressed against the handle. “I know my jewelry.” She smiled, before steadily licking the top row of her teeth showing off the small shiny gems.

Raising his eyebrows Black nodded his head in gratitude before yanking the door open and maneuvering through the second one.

Making Adrien frown, she watched as his broad shoulders bounce until his figure escaped the dim lights of the diner. Feeling herself began to wheeze from the loss of his presence Adrien let her curiosity get the best of her and before she could even blink she was fumbling out of her seat disregarding the calls of her girls and jogged out of the restaurant before spotting Black and calling out to him.

“—hey, you! Wait up.”

Watching the brawny back pivot around Adrien caught the amused look on his face before she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Ahh, now look who’s stalking who.” Black mocked, failing to hold back his grin. Poking her hip out in her stance Adrien scoffed before smacking her lips to say, “Nuh-huh don’t get smart with me baby, I just came to see what’s your name, damn.” She asked, with a tilt in her head.

Smirking at the agitated beauty Black chuckled in her face before saying, “Your cute.” before turning around and walking back to his all black nineteen seventy-eight Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme.

“Cute? Nigga I’m a dime, please.” Scrunching up her face Adrien flipped her ponytail behind her shoulders before twisting around. Walking off with the clapping of her heels hitting the pavement trailing behind her, Adrien heard the baritone voice answer, “Chiron.” making the brown woman instantly turn around.

Nodding her head she repeated his name before saying, “Hmm, I like it.” She cheesed. Still smirking she began walking backward as she continued to talk to the enticing man, “Aight, well I’ll catch you around Chiron.” She spoke, as her eyebrows quirked. Seeing the cocoa colored man faint dimples reappear under the hazy post light Adrien heard him call out, “—be safe out here babygirl.” before ducking into his car.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — Calling all the Trevante stans! If you wanna be added or removed from the taglist for my upcoming Hood!Chiron fics and mini-series just message me to let me know! Much love bbys!

TAGLIST — @thegucciwaffle @chaneajoyyy @madamslayyy @nickidub718 @yofavcocoa @halfrican-heat @amethyst1993 @trevantesbrat @inlovewithmakeupcomicsanimelove @jaeee-http @melaninmarvel @supersizemeplz @storibambino @great-neckpectations @royallyprincesslilly @idilly @bartierbakarimobisson @iamrheaspeaks @jozigrrl @yaachtynoboat711 @randomwordprompts @s0eul @90sinspiredgirl @bbyxgall @destinio1 @uhlxisback @soldierandawar @blackgirloneshots @maya-leche @theblulife @pupyluv247 @champagnesugamama @wakandan-flowerz @hutchj @determinednot2fall @melanisticroyalty @cay-cah @royallyprincesslilly @ljstraightnochaser @alexandrite2001 @kayah16 @oceanscorazon @brittyevans @queennanayaa @blackpantherimagines @ashanti-notthesinger @theunsweetenedtruth @tiffitoocute3787 @eerythingisshaka @wakanda-inspired

[goddessofthundathighs]

The Aftermath

Pairing: Poly!Erik x Hennessy Stevens-Udaku

Word Count: 2,163

Premise: After feeling under appreciated, everyone’s favorite wife decided to take a leave of absence. What’s the worse that could happen?

Warning: Angst with a little fluff

A/N: I apologize in advance for how this may affect you all.

“Now get yo filthy impertinent ass up out my room.”

The words replayed over and over in her head as she cleaned herself up. She’d had a time freeing herself from the expertly tied rope, but once she did, a new rage boiled inside of her. She was used to being punished, but what had just transpired was nothing short of torture and she wouldn’t stand for it.

She dressed like she would for a mission: coils braided into two French braids, black long-sleeved crop top, camo pants and combat boots. She loaded her duffle with all of her tactical gear and a couple weeks worth of clothes and purposely left her phone and kimoyo beads on her bed. She knew how life was without him; she’d done just fine on her own before they met. Without a second glance she loaded her belongings into her army green G Wagon and left the lavish estate. She was back to square one: alone and off the grid, living life on her terms.

He hadn’t seen her all day, but he was used to her disappearing after a punishment. Their attitudes were similar so he figured she needed time to reconstruct her ego. This punishment had been the worse he’d ever delivered to her, not because he wanted to, but because he was sick of hearing the others complain about how lenient he was on her and she’d really fucked up this time. To an extent the other wives were expendable, but Hennessy? The world would burn if anyone harmed a hair on her tiny head.

1 week. 168 hours, 10,084 minutes, 604,800 seconds since she’d been gone. The house had an eerie chill and was strangely quiet despite its many inhabitants. After the third day of her absence, he made the short venture to her bedroom. To the untrained eye, everything was in its rightful place; but no one knew her the way he did. One glance in her closet told him everything he needed to know. All of her tactical gear was missing and her gold iPhone 8 Plus rested in the middle of her plush green comforter along with her kimoyo beads. Her puppies Sosa and Cocoa sat quietly in their kennels. His heart ached a bit. After years of his bullshit, she’d finally left him.

_______________________________________________

The palace was a madhouse. Erik had taken a leave of absence and Killmonger was now running the show. Hennessy was still M.I.A. which meant the rest of the wives were feeling the brunt of his anger.

“Where the fuck is she?” Bastion whispered angrily to Angel and Aly’Sha.

“No one knows,” Angel responded. “She left her phone and her kimoyo beads here and Ashley said that all of her tracking devices had been disabled.”

“This bitch just doesn’t give a shit about our well-being!”

Bastion was furious. She had never been one to bite her tongue, but she also wasn’t stupid. Killmonger was an entirely different beast, and after their last altercation, she vowed to never find herself on his bad side again.

“ANGEL!” he screamed from his bedroom.

“Welp, guess that my cue ladies,” Angel remarked before slowly retreating down the hallway. The last week had been especially stressful for her. Her peaceful demeanor meant that whenever Killmonger felt the need to destress, he called upon her. She was exhausted and wanted Hennessy back more than anyone else.

______________________________________________

Hennessy reclined in the hot bath, allowing the soothing scents of lavender and vanilla to invade her senses. The last few days had been exactly what she needed: peaceful and quiet. She was thankful that she’d secretly kept her old condo despite her husband’s protests. Speaking of her husband…

A lone tear fell as she toyed with the ring on her left hand. She missed him, but was just as stubborn as he was when she was hurting. Though everyone else in the house respected her and her position, she couldn’t help but feel inadequate at times, like there was a constant competition that she seemed to be losing.

She allowed the last few tears to fall before exiting the bath. She wrapped herself in her robe and pondered the last few years of her life. Financially, she was more than capable of living without him. She owned several dispensaries and could sweet talk a rattlesnake out of its rattle if necessary. But her heart was an entirely different story. It had been 10 years since he’d infiltrated her life and she’d be lying if she said her entire world didn’t revolve around him. But even still she was tired and angry. She hated feeling as though she was on the back burner of his affection, though she was fully aware of what she’d be getting herself into when she agreed to the arrangement. More tears fell as she allowed her wayward thoughts to completely consume her.

“What are you going to do if I ever decide to leave, Erik?”

She could tell the question caught him off guard by the way his body went rigid, but in true Erik fashion, he quickly recovered.

“You ain’t going nowhere Henny. You love a nigga too much,” he replied smugly before pulling her closer into his arms. Before this conversation, he’d never imagined life without his feisty munchkin. Ever since that fateful day he stumbled on her doorstep, she’d been there. She stuck by his side for everything, even the Wakandan takeover and failure. He remembered her teasing him, singing “Oh I just can’t wait to be king” at the top of her lungs once he finally came to. She was his best friend and the love of his life. Though he had 10 other wives, there was something about the good doctor that had him hooked.

Her heart had never ached this much. She wanted to go home, wasn’t sure of she was ready for the beast that awaited her.

2 weeks. 336 hours, 20,168 minutes, 1,209,600 seconds since the lavish palace had only been a speck in her rear view mirror. After a much needed break, Hennessy Stevens-Udaku was finally home. She’d barely gotten all the way in the door before she felt tiny arms wrapping around her neck, squeezing for dear life.

“Thank Bast you’re back,” the little woman said. “He’s been on a rampage the entire time. How dare you leave without telling anyone where you were going? That’s the reason you got punished last time.”

Hennessy stared at the little woman as though she’d grown another head. For a split second, she contemplated leaving again, but the dark figure looming in her peripheral vision stopped her.

“I missed you too Baby,” she responded before moving to her bedroom. The tiny woman followed behind her, finally releasing all of the anger she had built up over the last two weeks.

“I was forced to bite my tongue the entire time you were gone because you decided to unleash the beast! He almost broke Aly’Sha’s X-Box and don’t get me started on poor Angel! All of us have had to deal with the monster you created and you’re just standing here like you don’t give a shit!” Hennessy listened to Bastion rant for a little while longer before putting a hand up, stopping her mid-sentence.

“Listen, I’m sorry, ok? I’m sure shit has been rough around here, but I needed to get away for awhile. I honestly didn’t think he’d notice I was gone.”

“BITCH!” Aly’Sha’s voice called from the hallway. Hennessy knew she was in for another earful from the medium sized, younger version of herself. Before Aly’Sha could begin her rant, however, Hennessy’s icy stare cut her off.

“Listen, I said I was sorry. Y’all know I don’t apologize for shit so y’all better take it and leave me the hell alone.”

“Yes, Kitana,” Bastion replied before sashaying out of the room. Aly’Sha remained. She’d been just as worried about Hennessy as Erik was. They talked about everything, so the fact that she’d left without telling her really hurt her feelings.

“I really am sorry,” Hennessy stated, sensing Aly’Sha’s agitation.

“I know, but it still hurts,” Aly’Sha replied.

“You know he cried, right?”

Erik Stevens? Crying? That was new.

“I just needed some time. I almost asked him for a divorce.”

“A what?!”

Her body went rigid. She wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing in the doorway, but she could tell by his tone of voice that he was far from happy. Aly’Sha took this as her cue to exit. She hugged Hennessy one more time before retreating to her gameroom.

She continued unpacking her belongings, refusing to meet his stare. This was the longest that she’d been away from him with no communication and she knew that he wouldn’t rest until he’d learned the reason for her unannounced disappearance.

“So you wanna tell me why you had me sitting up here playing where in the world is Henny Sandiego?”

If the situation had been different, she’d have laughed at his response, but even she knew not to play with him when he got like this.

“I just needed time, N’Jadaka.”

His eyes softened at the mention of his given name. Though he was livid with her, he was happy that she was home.

“You were gonna divorce me?” he asked, voice just above a whisper.

“I honestly don’t know what I was going to do. I felt like I had been replaced. It felt like I’d gone from being your number one to number 1001. It felt like I’d been replaced ten times over.”

His arms found her waist instantly. This side of her was something new. She always exuded confidence and to hear that she’d been feeling less than broke his heart.

“I’ll drop them all like a bad habit if you really feeling a way, Mama.”

Her eyes widened as she stared up at him.

“I didn’t stutter,” he stated, catching her expression in the mirror.

“You can’t just say stuff like that, Daka,” she replied, voice dropping to the same level as his.

“I know, but I mean it. At the end of the day, if you really feel like that, then yeah I’d do it. You were my first, I’ve known you the longest, and we’ve been through some heavy shit together. I know I’ll never find another one like you.”

She briefly met his gaze in the mirror before turning away again.

“I’m sorry if I made things awkward around here. I love you all, that’s undeniable, but there’s a love I have for you that’s unmatched.”

“I get that Daka, which is why I’d never make you choose. All I’m saying is sometimes it gets frustrating having to share you with so many others. I know that this is what I signed up for when I agreed to this arrangement, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.”

“I get that too, Henny. You’ve never liked sharing,” he chuckled quietly. “But I don’t want you to forget that I’ll always come back to you. It might take a minute, but I’ll always come back. Nobody gives cuddles like Henny,” he stated, softly squeezing her sides.

She met his gaze in the mirror once again before snatching away from his grasp.

“Really nigga? All I’m good for is cuddles?” she asked, placing her hands on her ample hips.

“Nah. That pussy is pretty amazing too,” he replied, flashing those gold fronts that she loved so much.

“Bye nigga!” she replied, pushing him towards the door. “You can get the hell out since all I’m good for is pussy and cuddles,” she said.

He turned around suddenly, taking both of her wrists in one hand.

“You good for more than that Princess. You smart as fuck.” he kissed her forehead. “Your cooking is amazing.” he kissed her nose. “And you make sure a nigga does whatever he has to do to be successful,” he said before kissing her lips.

She smiled softly at his compliments, but she still played hard to get.

“Plus you got them pretty ass eyes and that pretty ass smile. You got a nigga weak, girl.”

She was full on grinning at this point. Hearing him admit that he’d drop all of the other wives definitely fed her ego, but she’d never let him do it. As annoying as they were, she’d grown to love them just as much as he did and couldn’t imagine the palace without them.

“I love you Hennessy Monae Stevens-Udaku,” he stated, placing soft kisses along her jawline.

“I’m sorry for making you feel less than and I promise I’ll do better in showing my appreciation.”

She hummed in agreeance, smiling in spoiled Princess the way she often did when she got her way. The rest of the wives cheered silently outside of her bedroom door, thankful that peace had been restored in the palace and that the beast had been returned to the fiery pits of hell where he belonged.

TAG LIST: @vikkidc @hearteyes-for-killmonger @kxnfuzed @inlovewithmakeupcomicsanimelove @thehomierobbstark @sweetsexysavagery @beautifulqueenflaws @iamrheaspeaks @wakanda-inspired @winteroflife @amethyst1993 @thickoreo @ange-sensuel @allhailnjadaka @dameshaemonique @theunsweetenedtruth @ayellepea @thadelightfulone @drsunshine97 @princessstevens @princesskillmonger @muse-of-mbaku @imagine-mbaku @wawakanda-btch @killmongersgurl @yaachtynoboat711 @eriknutinthispoosy @youreadthatright @forbeautyandlife @panthergoddessbast

[goddessofthundathighs]

Iqiniso

Chapter 3

Pairing: Redeemed!Erik/ Killmonger x Black OC

Word Count: 1,900

A/N: This chapter is sad.. sorry not sorry. I’ll make up for it in chapter 4. 

Chapter 1   Chapter 2

“Finally!” Jaelyn quietly whispered as the last few drops of liquid dripped into the vial. For the last few weeks she’s been studying Dr. Chiron and the Iqiniso strain like a hawk, learning its chemical makeup and experimenting with refining it to a liquid form. After about 20 failed attempts, she’d finally done it. She couldn’t wait to report back to Agent Spade with her findings. But first, there was a tiny matter that she needed to attend to.

Hennessy was seated at the vibranium desk in her office, a gift from King T’Challa after she’d opened the dispensary. She was reviewing the patents for her three most successful strains as well as the land plots Erik had sent her from Wakanda. She’d already decided that he and Abasi’s daughter Tao would be the overseers of the dispensaries there, given Tao’s scientific prowess and Erik’s business sense. The fact that the two of them spent more time in Wakanda than she did also played a factor in her decision making. Erik still hadn’t returned home which meant she was still avoiding Agent Spade and her questioning. She had accomplished so much and didn’t want it all to come crashing down once they finally spoke. A swift knock at her office door pulled her from her thoughts.

“Come in,” Hennessy called, placing the paperwork in the desk drawer.

“Hi Dr. Chiron, I’ve come to ask a favor.”

“I’m listening,” Hennessy responded.

“Well, my mother’s real sick and I was wondering if I could have the rest of the day off to spend some time with her. The doctors aren’t real sure how much time she has left,” Jaelyn added in an attempt to pull at the good doctor’s heartstrings. Hennessy only looked at the girl, completely unfazed by the Oscar-worthy performance. She still couldn’t place it, but there was something about this girl that rubbed her the wrong way. As a means of getting the young woman out of her office and out of her face, she agreed to let her have the rest of the day off with the promise that she’d work later the following day.

“Thank you so much Dr. C! I promise you won’t regret this,” Jaelyn called over her shoulder, vial tucked safely in her purse. As she made her way out of the laboratory, she placed a call to Agent Spade.

“Did you get it?” Jaelyn rolled her eyes at the lack of greeting before engaging in the conversation.

“Well hello to you too, Spade. Yes I have the serum and am on my way back to D.C.”

“Perfect! She’s stalled me long enough, I’m sending Baxter to bring her in.”

______________________________________________

“Erik!” Hennessy squealed when Erik crossed the threshold of their shared condo. Erik laughed into her hair as she clung to him tightly like a spider monkey in a tree.

“Missed you too, Princess,” he responded, returning her hug a placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“How have things been around here?” he asked, setting his bags down on the floor.

He noticed how quickly the energy switched in the room as well as how her demeanor changed, so he pressed further.

“What’s been going on around here babygirl?” he asked, gently running his fingers through her thick coils.

“It’s like Agent Spade knew you weren’t here. Every time I turned around, she was there. She keeps asking me to come to D.C. for questioning regarding Ares’ death. I’ve been stalling as much as I could, waiting for you to come back.”

He could tell by the way her voice shook that she was afraid and he hated that for her. True enough she’d done some fucked up things in her past, but she wasn’t a monster.

“Is that all that’s been bothering you?” he questioned, pulling her onto his lap on the couch. Instead of responding, she buried her face in the side of his neck. The smell of his cologne calmed her. For the first time in the two months that he’d been gone, she relaxed, comfortable in the knowledge that her protector was back home. His fingers on her chin brought her out of her thoughts as he lifted her head so that their eyes met.

“Talk to me,” he cooed, tucking a few stray curls behind her ear.

“There’s this new intern that started that rubs me the wrong way. Don’t get me wrong, she’s incredibly smart and exceptional in what she does, but it’s just something about her that leaves a sour taste in my mouth.”

“Need me to drop by the lab tomorrow and check her out?”

“Actually, yeah.” Hennessy responded. Erik’s aura was one that told others not to fuck with him. She knew if anyone could get to the bottom of this whole Jaelyn business, it would be him. She turned her body sideways so that her legs draped over Erik’s and onto the couch. She resumed her original position with her head resting on his shoulder and cuddled deeper in his arms.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” she admitted before drifting off to sleep.

________________________________________

Hennessy woke with a jolt, body instantly growing cold when she realized that she was on the couch alone. She reached over to grab her phone from the bedside table to check the time, 11:45 am.

“Damn,” she thought to herself. She’d forgotten how well she slept when Erik was home and it was nice to sleep in for a change. Taking in how late it was, she decided to take the remainder of the day off for a little self-care. She’d been working ridiculous hours and needed to realign her chakras. After a confirmation text from Erik that he’d go by to check on the lab, she decided on a nice long soak in the bath. She’d just finished adding lavender oil to the water when a rough knock came to her door.

“Dr. Chiron?” the burly man asked.

“Yes,” Hennessy responded, one eyebrow raised.

The man held up the warrant before continuing.

“I’m Agent Baxter and you’re under arrest for the murder of Ares Green.”

Hennessy looked like a deer in headlights. Of all the times for Erik to not be home, it had to be this one. She moved to grab her keys and phone before Agent Baxter stopped her.

“Leave your phone, it’s not allowed in the Pentagon.”

The Pentagon?! You’re taking me to D.C.?!”

“Yes ma’am, now come on. I don’t have all day!” Agent Baxter snapped.

Hennessy followed behind reluctantly, cursing herself for telling Erik that she didn’t need Ayo watching her.

The ride to D.C. seemed longer than usual. She and Erik would make the seven-hour trip some Saturdays when neither of them had anything better to do. She felt her heart sink to the pits of her stomach. She wasn’t sure what awaited her in D.C., but she knew she’d feel better if Erik was there or if she even got the chance to let him know where she was. She knew he’d be pissed once he came home and saw that she wasn’t there.

___________________________________________________

Erik made his way to the laboratory in the back of the dispensary. He was a familiar face so none of the other interns batted an eye at his appearance, except one. Jaelyn almost dropped a beaker full of sulfuric acid at the sight of him. Her body still quaked at the thought of the week they spent together during his time at MIT. She turned around quickly, hoping that her mistake went unnoticed, but Erik noticed everything, especially those that looked out of place. He stalked up behind her slowly, like big cat stalking prey. He waiting until she was done with the chemical before discreetly grabbing a fistful of her coils.

“You got 10 seconds to tell me what the fuck you doing here, trust fund baby,” he growled in her ear.

“That’s Agent Trust Fund Baby to you, Stevens. And I’m only here to keep an eye on your psychopathic girlfriend,” she snapped back, silently wishing one of the other interns would pay attention to what was going on.

“She’s not a psychopath,” he growled back, gripping her coils tighter. If she wasn’t in fear for her life, Jaelyn would be incredibly turned on right now.

“Oh, but she is and she’s about to tell Agent Spade all of her dirty little secrets with the help of her own creation,” Jaelyn teased, holding up one of the vials of liquid Iqiniso.

Erik immediately saw red. He knew that Spade was shiesty, but he never could have imagined that she’d stoop that low. Erik quickly released Jaelyn and made his way back to his Jeep. He could only hope that he’d make it to D.C. before it was too late.

______________________________________________

“Dr. Chiron! So nice of you to finally meet with me,” Agent Spade exclaimed as she walked into the interrogation room.

After the long drive, Hennessy was exhausted and hungry. She wanted to get the entire ordeal over with so she could find some food and a bed before returning to Cambridge the following morning.

“Would you like some water?” Agent Spade asked, producing a water bottle from her pocket.

Hennessy took it eagerly, drinking like she’d been stuck in a desert for weeks. Once she was done, Agent Spade continued.

“I’m sure you know why you’re here, so we’ll just dive right into it. Did you kill Ares Green?”

Hennessy wanted to say ‘no’, but found herself at a loss for words instead. She immediately noticed this as a side effect of Iqiniso and realized exactly how much trouble she was really in.

“What’s the matter Shy? Truth got your tongue?” Agent Spade teased.

“How about I ask a different question. How old were you when you first killed?”

“14.”

“Who did you kill?”

“My foster father.”

“Why?”

“He was raping my foster sister. I stabbed him and dumped his body in the Mississippi River.”

The words were flowing out of Hennessy like lava spilling from a volcano. Her tears were flowing just as freely, knowing that these confessions would be the end of her career.

“Now, I’ll ask again, did you murder Ares Green?” Agent Spade barked.

“Yes,” Hennessy replied weakly.

Before Agent Spade could get another word out, she was cut off by the sound of gunfire and yelling outside the room. Hennessy immediately recognized the angry voice as Erik’s and revelled in the thought that he’d come to rescue her. Her revelry was instantly cut short by a stinging pain in her stomach. She looked down at herself and through blurry vision she saw red. The last thing she saw was Agent Spade standing over her, the barrel of her glock 9 pointed at her face before she blacked out.

Erik cradled the semi-lifeless body as a child would their favorite teddy bear. Everything that they both had worked so hard for was crashing down around him. Blood was everywhere; her face, arms, and torso. As much as he fought them back, his tears were falling in streams. He cursed himself and T’Challa. If they’d gotten back sooner, he would’ve been able to prevent this and she’d still be with him. His ears rang and his vision blurred. The world around him became shrouded in darkness as the Beast began to rise to the surface. He’d fix this. Everyone involved in his love’s current predicament would suffer until she came back to him.

“Don’t worry Princess,” he whispered into her hair.

“Killmonger will make it all better.”

TAG LIST: @vibranium-soul @imagine-mbaku @mareethequeen @greennightspider @eriknutinthispoosy @hearteyes-for-killmonger @blackpantherismyish @muse-of-mbaku @shesfromwakanda @thehomierobbstark @wifeyofnjadaka @youreadthatright @tgigoldie @killmongersgurl @dameshaemonique @princessstevens @princesskillmonger @thickoreo @amethyst1993 @iamrheaspeaks @laketaj24 @bidibidibombaclaat @allhailnjadaka @whatmoredoyouwantamericaa @forbeautyandlife @yaachtynoboat711 @panthergoddessbast @inlovewithmakeupcomicsanimelove @dacreskars @thadelightfulone @drsunshine97 @wakanda-inspired @wawakanda-btch @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @ayellepea @awkwardlyabstract @itsangeludaku @yoyolovesbucky @madamslayyy

[goddessofthundathighs]

Iqiniso

Two updates in a day? You negros are SPECIAL! This series was created after blurbing with the lovely @hearteyes-for-killmonger (I really luh this girl, y’all!)

I’m sure how many chapters this will be yet, but let’s enjoy the ride!

Pairing: Redeemed!Erik/Dormant Killmonger x Black OC

Word Count:

Warning: Death of a favorite (Sorry, not sorry); language; D.I.D.

**Iqiniso is “truth” in Xhosa**

Hennessy had reached the end of the road. The last seven months with Ares had been an absolute nightmare. She was tired, broken, and angry. So much so that she couldn’t focus on the development of her latest strain. Erik noticed her distance, but chose to keep quiet, knowing that if she really needed him, she’d call.

She stood in front of the stove, drinking a glass of red wine and chopping veggies for dinner. Like clockwork she heard his Mustang GT’s roar come to a halt and his heavy boots pounding the pavement at exactly 9:00. It was a Friday night so she knew he wouldn’t be there long. He was meeting Kimora, the flirty little artist that he’d been sleeping with for the last few weeks. A lone tear trailed down her cheek before she brushed it away. He wasn’t worth her tears.

He came in the door and slammed it harshly, taking in the current state of his apartment. It was clean; too clean.

“Why you always touching shit that doesn’t belong to you?” He spat as he made his way into the kitchen. She ignored the question and continued cooking. She knew he was only starting a fight so he could have justification for leaving. Annoyed by her silence, Ares charged her from behind, grabbing a fistful of her curly mane and pulling her head back roughly.

“I asked you a question bitch!”

In an instant, a switch went off. Rational thinking was cut off and Kitana sprang from confinement. Her left arm swung back viciously, slicing through the flesh of his face with ease. A twisted smile crept across her face as he watched in horror. She wielded the knife again, this time slicing at his bicep. She laughed a devilish laugh as his screams permeated the space. She continued slicing and stabbing until his lifeless body stopped twitching on the floor.

“Nice work, Kitana,” she told herself, licking her now dead lover’s blood from the blade.

She stood in the mirror motionless, silently admiring the way the bright red liquid stained her bronze skin.

“Ready to come back?” she asked.

“Yes,” a meek voice responded.

With a steady palm she fished for her phone.

“Wassup Princess,” Erik’s voice called from the other end.

“Hey. I need you to come to Ares’ place. I did something bad.”

————————————————————————

In the weeks since testing her latest strain, Dr. Chiron had been a working fool. Her accidental truth serum had Erik and her other guinea pigs experiencing several different side effects, the most prominent being severe diarrhea of the mouth. Everyone was telling her everything, even says after they smoked and she needed desperately to modify its components so that it only worked in the moment.

“Damn Princess, you look like shit,” Erik noted as he crossed the threshold of her office. She’d once again fallen asleep surrounded by chemical equations and some other green matter that Erik couldn’t make up.

“C’mon, let’s get you home,” he stated, lifting her up bridal style from the chair.

“Noo E, I’ve gotta get this finished,” she pouted into his chest. She thrashed in his arms for all of 30 seconds before she allowed his huge frame to swallow her whole and lull her to sleep.

————————————————————————

A sharp knock on the door startled Hennessy from her studies. She’d finally modified Iqiniso so that the side effects were nonexistent and as a result, pharmaceutical companies were blowing her up left and right trying to get their hands on it.

“Keep studying Princess, I’ll get it,” Erik called from the couch. He saw red as soon as he opened the door.

“Killmonger,” the young woman replied smugly. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“That’s not my name anymore, Agent Spade,” he spat.

“Ooh, someone’s spicy. I miss that fire,” she replied, dragging a manicured nail down his torso.

“Whatchu want Asa?” he barked, clearly fed up with her antics.

“I’m looking for someone and I think you know where she is.”

Before she could finish her statement, Hennessy peeked her fluffy little head from behind Erik’s back. Asa’s eyes lit up like the Fourth of July.

“Dr. Chiron! Just the woman I was looking for.”

Erik and the good doctor stepped back and allowed Agent Spade to come in. She took in her surroundings before turning to speak directly to Hennessy.

“Dr. Chiron–“

“Please, call me Shy,” the young woman responded.

“Shy,” Agent Spade corrected. “My nephew Ares Green has been missing for several weeks and it’s come to my attention that you were the last one to see him alive.”

Henny’s body went rigid, but her face remained stoic. Erik was the only one to notice the change, silently praising her for picking up one of his behavior traits.

“Yes I did see him one night, but I haven’t spoken to him since. Our relationship was rocky and we decided to end it. I thought we could still remain friends, but he blocked my number and deleted me from his social media accounts. When I attempted to use my key to get into his apartment so that we could talk, I noticed that the locks had been changed, so I gave up.”

Erik’s dick twitched at the way Hennessy rattled off the tale. If he hadn’t helped her clean up the mess, even he would’ve thought it was the truth. He watched her interaction with the agent in awe. He had always heard about his love’s savage side, but never experienced it first hand. Deep within his psyche, Killmonger growled in approval. He loved seeing her like this, cold and calculated. His eyes darted between Hennessy and Agent Spade. He could tell that the agent was out of her element when dealing with the good doctor simply because Hennessy couldn’t be intimidated, she was a queen pin for crying out loud.

“Well if you find out anything, please give me a call,” Agent Spade replied, handing Erik one of her cards.

“Will do Spade,” Erik responded before closing the door in her face. He turned around to face his partner, eyes clouded with lust.

“You know you real sexy when you lie, Kitana,” he purred.

“Why thank you Killmonger,” she responded, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to tread lightly for a bit, Princess,” he replied, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Erik knew the trouble that followed Agent Spade and the last thing he wanted was for Hennessy to be caught in the crossfire. He’d die before he let anything happen to her.

TAG LIST: @hearteyes-for-killmonger @thehomierobbstark @eriknutinthispoosy @amethyst1993 @bidibidibombaclaat @readmywrites @blackpantherismyish @allhailnjadaka @whatmoredoyouwantamericaa @dameshaemonique @forbeautyandlife @iamrheaspeaks @bartierbakarimobisson @thiccdaddy-mbaku @muse-of-mbaku @princessstevens @thadelightfulone @drsunshine97 @inlovewithmakeupcomicsanimelove @ayellepea @killmongersgurl @awkwardlyabstract @imagine-mbaku @vibranium-soul @wakanda-inspired @wawakanda-btch

[goddessofthundathighs]

Iqiniso

CHAPTER 2

Pairing: Redeemed!Erik/Dormant Killmonger x Black OC

Word Count: 1,300

Chapter 1

Though she’d done it over 3,000 times, the process always felt like the very first time. She’d chosen her wrist this time, after all he was special to her, why not keep him close? To make the moment even more special, she used the hunting knife he’d gifted her. She made the incision carefully, making sure to avoid the delicate veins in her tiny wrists. She sat in a trancelike state as the blood trickled down her arm unto the floor. She winced lightly as she packed the wound with clay and tea tree oil. Just as she was cleaning the wound, her bedroom door flew open.

“Ayo Shy, have you seen -”

His voice trailed off when he crossed the threshold.

“Shit!” she cursed under her breath, mentally chastising herself for not locking her door like she usually does. Until last week, she’d been successful in keeping this side of herself hidden from her housemate, simply because she didn’t want to revisit the events that had made her this way. But now, judging by the look on his face, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hide any longer.

He’d always known something was different about her. Though Cambridge could be a bit breezy, he never understood why she would always wear long sleeves until now. She looked guilty, like a child that had gotten caught with her hands in the cookie jar. She was more beautiful to him now than she’d ever been in their five-year friendship. She moved to grab her flannel shirt, but he put his hand up, stopping her in her tracks.

“Don’t hide from me, Princess,” he cooed.

He stepped closer, tentatively assessing the markings on her skin. His fingers lightly traced the intricate scars from her shoulder down her bicep, finally landing on her forearm.

“How long?” he asked in a hushed voice.

“As long as I can remember. It started off as a coping mechanism, I was never a fan of traditional cutting. As my depression and anxiety grew, it grew into something...darker.”

Her voice dropped to mimic his as the memories from her childhood began to resurface. He took note of how some of the scars looked deeper, as though she were trying to bury all of her pain into each scar.

“When was your first kill?” He asked, now tracing the scars that littered her back.

“When I was 14. One of my foster fathers was a pedophile and I walked in on him molesting Kali and I lost it. From then on I vowed to protect her; I got most of these protecting her, protecting us. After that, I noticed a change in me. I started to like killing, like really like it. Most of the time, it didn’t even feel like me that was doing it. When I was 16, I was able to put a name to it; Dissociative Identity Disorder. Knives were my weapon of choice, so I named the persona Kitana.”

The tears stung her eyes as the memories began to resurface.

“I bet you think I’m crazy now, huh?” she asked, looking down at the floor.

He remained quiet, but never took his eyes off of her.

“How many?”

“Including this one 3,500,” she stated matter of factly. She looked up into his eyes attempting to gauge his reaction, but it was stoic. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before he made a move.

Her eyes widened as he removed his shirt, revealing the same intricate scarring she had.

“You’re a little more advanced than me, but you don’t have to be ashamed, Princess. I told you a long time ago that we were more alike than you think, guess neither of us could’ve guessed it would be this deep, huh?”

________________________________________________________

“I’m not sure what it is, but that damn doctor rubs me the wrong way,” Agent Spade spat to no one in particular. She and her colleagues were seated in the breakroom of the Pentagon with Hennessy’s file open on the desk.

“This is strange,” Agent Watson remarked, looking closer at the folder in front of him.

“She’s been in foster care since she was 12 years old. Around age 14, her moves became more and more frequent, all resulting in the foster father coming up missing; one was found stabbed to death. At age 16 she was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, her second persona going by the name ‘Kitana’. Upon further investigation of the death of the last foster father, the stab wounds matched the knife that she carried around. She was never tried because the mother refused to press charges. Didn’t want to see her life ruined over something she didn’t think she was capable of. ”

Agent Spade sat on the edge of her seat listening as Watson continued pouring over the information.

“Everything after her arrival at MIT is spotless, though. Not even a damn traffic violation!”

“Maybe you’re making something out of nothing Asa,” Agent Baxter chimed.

“She’s a knife-wielding maniac that goes by the name Kitana and she was the last person to see my nephew alive! He looked as though Jack the Ripper had gotten ahold of him. She did it, I know she did! I just wish I had some damn proof!”

“I may be able to help with that,” a young woman spoke from the back of the room.

“Speak up, Greer,” Agent Baxter replied.

“Well, I mess around with her roommate, Erik. He told me that she’d once developed this strain of cannabis so strong that it made anyone that ingested it in any way tell the truth.”

“You mean like that Hunger Games bullshit?” Agent Baxter asked with a scoff.

“Precisely. If we can get our hands on it and Spade brings her in for questioning -”

“Dammit Greer, you’re a genius!” Agent Spade exclaimed.

In the days following Agent Spade’s visit, Hennessy found herself more paranoid of the world around her. She’d never felt the slightest bit of guilt for anything that she’d done, but then again, she’d never been close to getting caught either. Erik was off on another business trip with T’Challa, diplomatic affairs he had called them, therefore she was alone. Agent Spade seemed to take notice because her visits had become more frequent. Just yesterday, she had asked her to come down to the Pentagon for more questioning regarding Ares’ murder. She had informed her that she was busy and rescheduled the meeting to later on in the week, when Erik would be back in town. Though she was more than capable of handling herself, something about Erik’s presence made her feel safer. He was truly her guardian angel on earth.

________________________________________________________

“Hello, I’m looking for Dr. Chiron,” the young woman spoke.

“Take a left down this hallway and her office is on the right hand side,” the young man instructed.

Hennessy was in the middle of a conference call with T’Challa and the rest of the Council about opening a few dispensaries in Wakanda. The soil would be perfect for new plants.

“Although you’re an American, we trust you, Dr. Chiron,” one of the Council members said. “Prince N’Jadaka speaks highly of you and your research, so we will give you a shot.”

“Thank you so much, Abasi. I promise I won’t let you down,” Hennessy called back.

A swift knock at her door prompted her to end the call.

“Come in,” she said.

She looked up to see a young woman, no taller than maybe 5’5 with curly brown hair. She was dressed in a navy polo button down with a black pencil skirt and navy heels.

“Good morning, Dr. Chiron,” the young woman spoke. “My name is Jaelyn Greer. I’m your new intern.”

The young woman looked a bit old to be an intern, but Hennessy decided not to dwell on the thought.

“Nice to meet you, Jaelyn. Come with me and I’ll show you the greenhouse.”

TAG LIST: @hearteyes-for-killmonger @eriknutinthispoosy @blackpantherismyish @amethyst1993 @thehomierobbstark @panthergoddessbast @thickoreo @thiccdaddy-mbaku @muse-of-mbaku @yaachtynoboat711 @dameshaemonique @readmywrites @forbeautyandlife @inlovewithmakeupcomicsanimelove @iamrheaspeaks @blowmymbackout @killmongersgurl @bidibidibombaclaat @thadelightfulone @drsunshine97 @princessstevens @princesskillmonger @imagine-mbaku @wawakanda-btch @wakanda-inspired @awkwardlyabstract @vibranium-soul