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writeyouin · 4 years

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It says asks are closed, but your recent post said they're open? If they are closed, that's fine, sorry to bother. Love your stuff btw! What if LL crew were temporarily turned human. The human liason helps them adjust (even if this is just for a while-they hope) and since it's Christmas, they decide to make everyone a traditional Christmas dinner (or as close to it as they can...) Who actually helps in the kitchen, who's more of a hindrance, and who sneaks food when they think no one's looking?

Transformers MTMTE/LL Reader Insert – For Just One Day

A/N – This one was tricky, trying to fit everyone in.

Warnings – Very Mild NSFW

Rating – T

It started with a stupid bet that the crew wouldn’t last a day as humans. To be honest, you forgot even making the bet with Brainstorm, but apparently those were your exact words, and now he hadn’t just turned himself human, but the entirety of the Lost Light. Fortunately, the effects of Brainstorm’s device were only going to last a day. Unfortunately, the day it took place was Christmas. Now, you not only had a million questions to answer about being human, but you also had to cook a Christmas dinner for everyone because Swerve had given the idea to Rodimus and it had spread like wildfire.

“Okay,” You said, tying back your hair and putting on an apron, mildly anxious now that everyone was looking to you for a Christmas feast. “I’m going to need help in the kitchen, if anyone will volunteer.”

Ultra Magnus nodded. He had just finished making a pamphlet for the bots who were struggling with their humanity. “I shall organise a cooking party,” he said, and with that, he was organising groups of bots who had volunteered into those willing to cook meat and those who weren’t.

Soon, you were left with a group of around thirty volunteers, looking to you for instructions. Among them were Rung, Ten, Swerve, Nautica and Cyclonus. You started by showing the group how to prepare the vegetables, setting off a production line. Rung was very attentive to his carrots, though having more experience on model ships, he was paying far too much attention to detail and was very slow with his work. Upon watching Ten, who was much faster, you decided to partner the two up to make up for Rung’s lack of speed.

Whilst trying to give instructions to some other bots, you found Swerve watching you dreamily, rather than preparing his items. When you went over to him, he blushed and started talking a million miles an hour, soon becoming more of a hindrance than a help, though you humoured him, since it came from a good place.

“You can keep yapping, as long as you get back to work, instead of staring at me,” You winked.

Swerve, feeling suddenly very nervous looked around for something to distract you, although it was too late for you not to have noticed his blatant ogling. “Ugh, I- I- I- FLOUR FIGHT!”

He threw a fistful of flour at your face. You coughed and spluttered, raising a bemused eyebrow once you were okay.

“I-Uh-I-” Swerve babbled, wondering why he hadn’t just got back to work when you had called him out.

“I’ll let that one go, but I’m gonna get you back later,” You deadpanned, smiling only when your back was turned and he couldn’t see you; it would be fun to watch him panic for a while.

You walked on, stopping when you found Nautica stirring an empty pot, whilst watching Brainstorm and Perceptor dreamily. You had a feeling that she had volunteered for the cooking before she realised that they were going to be running various experiments on the now-human crew. You stopped to look at the pair of arguing scientists.

“It is not a contest,” Perceptor sniffed drily.

Brainstorm wrapped an arm around him, “Everything is a contest, Percy. If it wasn’t, existence would be futile. So, you in or not?”

“Most definitely not. I am here to research the human mechanics that you have so hastily created, not compete over who can do the most experiments before the day is up.”

“Ah, classic Percy, that’s the fighting talk I love. We’ll tally the scores at sundown.”

Turning your attention back to Nautica, you knew she wouldn’t abandon the work she had promised to do, even if she didn’t realise that she wasn’t actually doing it.

“You should go with them,” You told her.

“Hm? Me? Oh, no, I couldn’t. I’m supposed to be here,” Nautica smiled bashfully when she realised that she had been stirring the wrong pot and the cocktail sauce was still just a batch of raw ingredients.

“Nautica, you’re supposed to be having a good time. Go nuts, run some experiments. Christmas is all about having fun, after all.”

Nautica chewed her lip, considering it.

You pushed her towards the exit, “Go!”

With that, Nautica gave you a quick hug and ran excitedly out, leaving you to get back to checking on everybody else. On her way out, you saw Megatron standing awkwardly in the doorway. From the disturbed look on his face, it occurred to you that nobody had told him what was going on and he had only just figured it out upon seeing everyone else.

You approached him, “Hey Megatron… It was Brainstorm-”

“So I gathered,” He replied gruffly. “Please can you inform me how long this is to last.”

“Around twenty-four hours.”

“I see. Then I shall remain in my hab-suite until it is over.”

“Wait,” You grabbed his arm. “We’re um, celebrating a human holiday, if you want to join us.”

“Please (Y/N), do not pity me. You know I have no place among my peers during celebrations.”

“Megatron, I will only pity you if you leave. Come on, you should be among your friends, and don’t say you don’t have any ‘cos that is utter rubbish. So, as your friend, I am ordering you to get over to your other friend, Rung and help him with those potatoes.”

Megatron stared at you, dumbfounded. If he didn’t have so much respect for you, he would have left to hide away until this was all over. As it was, he simply nodded and joined Rung, who immediately struck up a friendly conversation.

‘Right,’ You thought to yourself, ready to get back to work until you saw Tailgate hanging out near Cyclonus, about to pop some raw bacon in his mouth.

“NO,” You ran over picking him up. “PUT THE BACON DOWN.”

“WHAT? WHY?” Tailgate whined. “You didn’t yell at Ravage when he stole the eggnog.”

“He did what?” Sure enough, when you looked around, the eggnog was gone without a trace; how Tailgate had seen him take it was beyond you.

“(Y/N), I just wanna taste Cyclonus’ cooking. Pleeeeeease.”

“Tailgate, I get that you’re excited, but Cyclonus is on meat duty, ‘kay. Meat can make humans really, really sick if we eat it raw. I’m just doing this so you don’t get ill. So, I’ll say it again. Put the bacon down.”

“Do as (s)he says,” Cyclonus added, without even looking up from his cooking station.

Huffily, Tailgate put the bacon back onto the counter and you let him go. “If you want everything so perfect, you better check the dessert station,” he huffed.

You were puzzled for a moment, but you decided to do what he said, heading over to the dessert section.

“Oh, come on,” You groaned, upon seeing Rodimus remoulding all the gingerbread men into gingerbread Rodimus stars.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Rodimus grinned, trying to hide his artwork behind his back. You had been far too occupied to notice, but Rodimus had already been kicked out of the kitchen by various other members of the crew no less than seven times for causing havoc wherever he went. Quite frankly, he didn’t want to be kicked out again; it was getting harder and harder to sneak back in.

“Really? You couldn’t leave the gingerbread men alone?”

“(Y/N),” Rodimus put a hand over his heart. “I, for one, am disgusted that you would allow us to take part in an act that encourages cannibalism. I mean, eating fake humans is the first step towards eating real humans, and I will not stand for it.”

“Ugh, where the hell is the dessert team?” You asked frustratedly, looking around for any sane bot.

“Oh, them? Well, they chased after Riptide who stole all those little pastry things to eat. Then when they came back, Rewind and Chromedome had stolen all the chocolate.”

“Why would they do that?”

“They heard something about chocolate being an aphrodisiac, so they took it and went away to canoodle.”

“Then what happened?”

“Then Drift came to try some stuff.”

“Drift, really?” You said, surprise colouring your tone.

“Yeah, don’t tell him I told you, but he has kind of a thing about watching organics eat, so he stole some food to get into his kink state. Anyway, that was when the dessert team abandoned base and went to play twister. By the way, super-fun game. Anyway, that brings us to this point, when I’m your only hope for saving dessert, thus saving Christmas.”

You rubbed the back of your neck tiredly, “Fine… Do whatever the hell you want to the gingerbread. Just make sure to cook it afterwards. I left the instructions on the datapad there.”

“You got it,” Rodimus winked. “This is gonna be the best dessert ever.”

Finally, you were free to get back to work, and with only a few more problems, dinner was served. You and a few others volunteered to take food to those who had decided to quarantine themselves. Your first stop was Whirl’s hab-suite. Quite frankly, you were surprised that Whirl hadn’t come out to make mischief when everything started.

You knocked on his door, “Whirl, sweetie, you in there?”

“GO AWAY, MEATBAG!” He roared from inside.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“I SAID GET LOST. I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU OR ANYBODY ELSE WHILE I’M LIKE THIS.”

You didn’t really understand what Whirl’s problem was, so you just left the food outside his door, telling him what you had done before leaving. Whirl didn’t go to collect the food. How could he, when he had a problem of this nature? As it turned out, something had gone wrong with Whirl’s transformation, so instead of his usual holoform, he looked entirely different. He was a grown man in a leather jacket, with fairly good looks. The problem was that without his interface panel or his usual feminine form, he couldn’t hide his arousal for you. As such, he had vowed not to come out until everything was back to normal.

Where others were saying Merry Christmas, all Whirl could think was ‘Bah, humbug.’

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tfw-no-tennis · 4 years

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mtmte liveblog issue 36

time travel arccccccccccccc yessssssssss

I have been waiting SO LONG to reread this arc hhhhh yessss

starting off strong with the sexy roller cover. nice

I love the disconnect of ‘orion pax: outlaw’ compared to the last time we saw him in shadowplay where he was orion pax: supercop

he’s still punching people for JUSTICE or whatever so I guess not much has changed

oh my god this is the issue with the many many two-page spreads...the first time I read this issue I didn't realize that was a thing and GOD I was SO fucking confused. there's already a lot going on in this issue/arc but this made things so much worse hvbhjkdfbsk. I powered thru and still managed to understand most of the arc despite reading half this issue out of order (essentially) bc the website I read it on split the pages up and I couldn't tell they were supposed to be doubled (and also I'm dumb so I didn't figure it out)

anyways, the actual issue...windcharger is out here using his powers to rip a dudes arms clean off. wow!

and there's skids getting punched in the face. Ls

and glitch! a totally minor character of course...

MANNNNN I SO adore the panel of all the lost lighters appearing in a cloud of purple smoke, all posing epically....SO fucking good, peak sci-fi coolness vibes, A++

as usual jro killing it w/the titles, ‘elegant chaos’ is such a great name for a time travel arc

also reading the tfwiki has shown me that many of jros titles are song or album titles, to which I say - that's epic and I love it. with jro doing it, I feel like it straddles the line between referencing music and the very fanfic-esque ‘title things after music’ vibe. I love it

oh god I forgot they use bs cybertronian time units in this sometimes lmao...I mean of course they do but still like, what the fuck is a cycle. is that a day. I feel like these words all have no meaning/the meanings change drastically depending on continuity. I cant keep up and also I'm lazy and don't care enough to try

I love rodimus did u know

poor riptide looks so confused lmao

IS....IS REWIND PIGGYBACKING TAILGATE...THATS SO FUCKING CUTE....I cant fully tell bc of the page layout but ooomg so precious. minibot buddies

whirl saying ‘chuff’ just reminded me how british jro is hvbhakjhdsfbs sometimes it just Jumps Out in mtmte and I'm like Oh God Britain Is Real

I really like the mtmte approach to time travel and paradoxes and whatnot. its just complex enough to be interesting but not too convoluted that it bogs down the story. perfect sci-fi fun!

mannnn chromedome talking abt brainstorm :( I'm sad abt those two hhhhh

and I love how at this point, nobody in the cast ACTUALLY knows brainstorm well enough to know what he’s really doing - including chromedome, who’s ostensibly his closest friend, somebody he’s known for a while - and even the readers don't really know what he’s up to...I like the mystery tbh

cant believe rewind wrote orion pax’s biography, omg. completely forgot abt that detail

cd saying ‘I love it when he talks history’ about rewind....hhhh I love cdrw so muuuuch

godddd the line rodimus says abt whirl - how they need people like whirl around who are ‘happy to get in the way’ of danger and death - that shit haunts me man like...rodimus is basically saying that he’s bringing whirl along to potentially die in place of someone like orion pax (nevermind the fact that whirl dying would ALSO fuck up the timeline)...like, how deep does it go?? is he saying that bc he knows whirl has been trying to get himself killed for a while now, or just bc whirl likes violence? mannn I cant...the character intricacies...man

anyways...I love rodimus he’s such an interesting character. you have that fucked up moment and then in the next panel he’s saying ‘if you want to call it a time phone, I wont stop you’ about the quantum walkie-talkie. he has the RANGE

oh and then rodimus casually volunteering chromedome to do mnemosurgery on anyone who might accidentally find out about them time traveling, which is again fucked up on multiple levels. the raaaaange

vjaksbhdhfusajbfdjk that panel of the lost light squad just standing there like idiots reminds me of that post where someone said abt that panel ‘these characters have a collective 3 brain cells’ or something hvbjadkfnksfdl

rodimus IMMEDIATELY breaking his own rules by trying to reassure pax that they're good guys by pointing at his autobot badge, even tho the autobots DONT EVEN EXIST YET at this point...my boy PLEASE go purchase some brain cells from the store

and the fact that rodimus introduced himself to pax w/his real name...shouldn't he go by an alias or st??? that seems like a good time travel rule since optimus and rodimus definitely know each other later

and like, did they not anticipate that some of the people in the past would recognize some of the lost lighters hgbajkhdjfnjksf like cd and whirl get Instantly recognized...great job guys

they are all SO bad at this hvbahskjdhfbasjkf I cantttt luckily for them the orion crew is handing them easy alibis

‘the dugout’ is that a baseball reference????

also I love the scenery here, the bg looks like rock but there's metal piping and stuff running thru it, its so cool...really adds to the whole ‘cybertron biomes are made of metal’ thing

‘ancient history’ rodimus are you KIDDING ME-

cyclonus time travels to the past and IMMEDIATELY finds a window to stare broodingly out of. icon

tailgate thinking orion pax is SUPER COOL continues here from shadowplay and I love it...tailgate is so cute

and the tg saying ‘don't you think that's awesome, cyclonus?’ hhhhh so cute

one reason I love this arc so much is that this is the arc where the gay Really amps up

TRAILBREAKER.... oh man ;_;

are you telling me that this outlaw base they're in has ONE bed for all of these people. what the hell vhbaksjhfnsal

cant believe rung sampled roller’s steroid juice box

also cant believe robot steroids exist. except yes I can and I love it

oooh roller’s a 0/1%er? I forgot abt that

cant believe orion pax just grabs some random phone that belongs to these weird new people and answers it. WHO does that

goddddd megatron and orion’s conversation....destroy me

HHHHHH like...the HISTORY....the regret...the missed opportunities...its all so palpable....goddddddd

and of COURSE, the whole thing is steeped in tragedy...the ideological differences that will become the foundation for a 4 million year long war...megatron, who believes that you need to burn things down and start again to really make change stick, and then orion, who says ‘reform is the answer, not revolution’....AUGHHH the intricacies. mannnn

‘you sound lost’ 😭😭😭

‘its tragic.’ yeah, that about sums up their relationship, especially at this stage and in this continuity

anyways. [cries about old man megatron talking to young naïve orion pax] goodbye

AUGHHH and then we jump to rodimus ONCE AGAIN breaking his own rules and trying to save trailbreaker...IT HURTS MAN...god I love rodimus, I feel like him being broken up about crewmembers like trailbreaker dying is one part regular sadness over people he knows dying for tragic reasons, and one part personal guilt at someone under his command dying, even if he’s not involved/at fault. I love the dichotomy of this emotional reaction that comes only partially from empathy/emotion, but also comes from a kinda self-centered need for success as measured by people under your command staying alive. and taking into account rodimus’s life it totally makes sense that he’d act like that...GAH I love it. the complexity of it all!

orion pax saying ‘you should read [megatron]. it’s powerful stuff’ I'm screaming, so many LAYERSSSSS

I fucking love time travel AHHHHHHHHH like the opportunity for interactions like these....chefs kiss

‘hey, best friend! miss you!’ rodimus is such a shit hvbdajkfksjhfd

‘very sus’ rodimus ahead of his time w/the among us lingo

oooh and then they realize that the senate is trying to kill the sparks...gotta save the babies!

tailgate scolding cyclonus for bluntly stating that you'd wanna be subtle when killing newborns...hhhvbhsdfhhhhhh I love them sm

ooooh and rewind has an interesting suggestion - that the senate is actually trying to irradiate the sparks into being outliers...rewind is so smart I love him

and the fact that he’s using history from his database...love it

rodimus sending cyclonus and whirl out like pokemon

ROLLER NOOOO DONT GO OUT THERE

also wow this is literally the 5th (I think) double page spread in this issue...the confusion I felt the first time I read this...lmao

and now this is literally one of my favorite issues so I'm glad I know what's going on lmao

oh man rodimus telling cd not to erase trailbreakers memory even tho that could jeopardize the entire timeline... :(

oh man I didn't even notice but roller getting debris blasted into his face like that makes the whole ‘roller is tarn’ theory even more legit considering tarn’s face scars....

‘tighter the better’ hhh don't say that orion. but also, that’s the companion phrase to megatron saying ‘the deeper the better’ hvbhasjkhdfbaksjlf

I do love the semi-campy action hero antics that orion pax gets up to. its just so fun, even when the stakes are high and things are serious

‘this is the greatest thing I have ever seen’ tg ily

THE REVEAL THAT THE SPARKS WENT TO NYON...so rodimus just saved himself, basically...time travel is so trippy

GODDDD ND THEN TRAILBREAKER...HVHHHHHh 😭😭😭 THATS SO CRUEL MAN

oh man that last panel of trailbreaker holding up roller’s juice box...iirc the first time I read this I thought that was roller (cause of the juice box I guess? idk I'm an idiot) so I was like oh ok he must've come back or something. very much related but I didn't really think about tarn being a particular pre-established character and totally didn't read the whole ‘roller is tarn’ thing that was going on

which in my defense ruth also didn't pick up on any of that while reading this and eventually like 2 issues before the reveal I had to prompt her like ‘you should maybe be wondering WHO tarn is’ vhbahjksdfbaksjdf

so! issue 37! this issue is a solid favorite of mine, id say definitely top 5 or even 3. I'm super biased bc I fucking LOVE time travel, it’s seriously one of my favorite tropes ever, and this issue hits all the time travel beats I love. characters traveling to the past and interacting with people they know! conversations that have multiple meanings bc of TIME TRAVEL! trying to save someone who meets a terrible fate in your future! fun time travel action! the time traveling characters being generally terrible at hiding the fact that they're time travelers! ITS SO GOOD.

and I love the clever way everything is tied together here - where we get a nice continuation of shadowplay, with this taking place shortly after that with a lot of the same cast, and time travel classics like the good ole ‘if we hadn't travelled back in time and done what we did, the future we came from wouldn't have existed at all,’ in the flavor of ‘rodimus saving his baby self’ and ‘rodimus NOT saving trailbreaker’ and ‘everyone forgot about roller :(’

ok but like, did the lost lighters just go ‘oh well, guess rollers gone now.’ like they DID realize that the outlaw crew would have no idea what happened to him if they got their memories erased, right?? did the lost lighters figure that since roller never reappeared after this time period, that was how history was ‘supposed’ to go and they shouldn't mess with it? am I overthinking it? as usual: yes, probably. I love overthinking about comics, in case that wasn't obvious

basically...I love this issue soooo much. so so good and a bunch of fun tropes that I love. I mean the whole arc is like that for me since I love time travel so much. so I cant wait to (re)read more!!

#lj rereads mtmte

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whumpkitty · 4 years

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Day 1 Anchor

Im testing some stuff, trying to see if the tagging system will work for me right now bc it’s been super screwy the last few weeks.

for @amonthofwhump’s may challenge, im a bit behind but if this posts properly I'll try to get back on track

part two can be found here

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus

TW: Impalement

Day 1 anchor

“Percy, are you sure about this?”

Perseus Jackson stood on the deck of the Argo 2 and stared out across the glimmering water, eyes reflecting the waves. The son of Poseidon sighed, and turned towards his girlfriend.

“Honestly? No, but I don’t really know what else we can do right now.”

“He’s right,” Piper stepped forward and motioned towards the water. “Katoptris said that there was something here that we need, and I only saw Percy going into the lake. Besides, it’s not like anyone else can breathe underwater,” she glanced at Percy, who nodded at her. “I don’t like it either, but if it’s something that can help us stop Gaea, then it’s worth the risk.”

“But-! It’s not like the visions that Styx-damned dagger show you are ever safe! They always end up with someone getting hurt, and I can’t-!”

“Hey, it’s okay Annabeth, I’ll be right back, nothing’s going to happen,” Percy reached out and placed a hand on Annabeth’s shoulder, but she stepped back, shrugging him off. The daughter of Athena wrapped her arms around herself, shuddering as she looked out across the water herself.

“I don’t know… I just have a bad feeling about this…”

Percy sighed and eyed the water. The Argo 2 was hovering over an enormous lake, not very far from where they had last run into a flock of Stymphalian birds. The water was strangely green, shimmering strangely in the late afternoon light. Even though it was a lake, there were decent sized waves crashing against the rocky cliffs that ringed it. As Percy watched at the water, a chill ran down his spine, like there was someone watching him. He shook himself, and flashed a grin in Annabeth’s direction.

“Come on, I’ve done stuff a lot harder than free diving in a lake. It’ll be fine!”

Annabeth still looked concerned, but she nodded. A few minutes later, Percy found himself hanging from the last rung of the ladder on the Argo 2, staring at the water. It was even greener up close. He shuddered, the weird chill spidering up his back again. He looked back up at the ship, before closing his eyes and jumping into the water.

It was cold as Styx. Holy mother of Hera it was absolutely freezing. Percy gasped as he registered the cold and he spent a moment just floating and shivering. He shook his head.

I’ll warm up if I start swimming. He peered around himself in the murk, wondering what exactly he was supposed to be looking for, before he shrugged and started swimming off in a direction.

As he moved through the water, Percy noticed that there seemed to be no life in the lake at all. Which was strange. Actually, it was more than strange. There weren’t any fish, or crabs, or even those tiny little bugs that sometimes float around in the water and are super annoying to get out of your hair. There wasn’t even any plant life. Not an ounce of seaweed, not a patch of seagrass. And yet the water was still a bright emerald green. That was… odd. Percy paused for a moment, closing his eyes and concentrating. Normally he could tell when there were fish or other sea creatures nearby - it was a sort of prickling sensation on his skin, that Annabeth told him must be him sensing their electromagnetic pulses, or something. But right now he felt nothing. The lake was truly and utterly empty.

Percy’s eyes snapped open as a breath of frigid water ghosted across him. He whirled in the direction of the sudden current, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Percy blinked upon realizing just how dark it had gotten in the lake. The sun must have gone down above water, and despite Percy’s heightened vision it was getting difficult to see.

He pulled Riptide out of his pocket and uncapped the pen. It expanded out into his sword, the Celestial bronze glowing faintly. Immediately, Percy doubled over in pain. The moment his sword appeared, a grating scream echoed throughout the water. Shrill and rising in pitch, it tore at the demigod as he wrapped his arms around his head in a desperate attempt to block the noise out. It reverberated in his bones, turning over and over in the water, coming in waves that grew more and more horrible. Percy pitched his own voice to the din, screaming. It felt like his head was going to burst, oh gods make it stop make it stop make it stop..!

All of a sudden, it cut off, and Percy was left shuddering in the dark water. He uncurled slowly. He had dropped Riptide, and it had not yet reappeared in his pocket. He looked around himself, shaking, trying to find his sword or what made the screaming, when a creaking from behind him drew his attention.

A deep groan sounded through the water right before a shattering boom blasted through Percy. Right before Percy’s eyes, a huge ship, likely sunk decades ago, judging by the state of decay, emerged from the darkness. It bore down on him, a hulking shape in the water, sharp spines of wood and metal jutting out of it in every direction. Another crack of wood shot through the water, and Percy cried out, trying to harden the water around him to protect himself from the wreckage. The water swirled around him, freezing cold and Percy swore it laughed at him.

Percy whited out for a moment at the impact. All the air (water?) was knocked from his lungs as the ship powered through the water, carrying him down with it. The demigod was pinned to the front of the ship, kept in place by the sheer force of the wreck as it sank farther. His chest heaved with the effort of trying to bring water into his lungs, despite the speed at which the liquid was moving past him. He dizzily raised his head and had just enough time to register the lake bed coming up toward them before the ship crashed into the ground.

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valdez-and-the-argo-crew · 5 years

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God!Percy fic Ch. 3

Sorry it’s rushed I have no motivation

Last part: https://valdez-and-the-argo-crew.tumblr.com/post/190244433796/godpercy-fic-chapter-2

“My brother?”

The camp stood silent for a second, processing that information before Jamie ran forward and hugged me.

I turned to Poseidon who just winked and disappeared before my eyes.

“PERCY IS MY BROTHER!!” Jamie cried happily.

After a few minutes of smiling and praising and whatnot, the campers who had gathered around to watch dispersed now that nothing exciting was happening.

Chiron smiled warmly (all of Chiron’s smiles are warm) at Jamie and turned to head back to the big house. Annabeth stepped towards me and the 6 year old attached to me.

“So you got a brother now?” She laughed and looked at Jamie. “A fellow water bender?” To that, I simply rolled my eyes.

Jamie looked up at Annabeth. “Who are you?”

“We haven’t met, I’m Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena and Percy’s best friend. Pleased to meet you.” She smiled and looked back at me.

“Wow, that’s blatant Grover erasure,” I said. Annabeth punched me in the arm.

“You know what I mean. Why don’t I catch up with you later, you should help Jamie move all of his stuff into your cabin.”

“Aww can’t the Hermes cabin keep him?” I joked.

Jamie kicked me in the leg for that.

“Ow,” I said, pretending like it hurt. Jamie grinned widely and dragged me by the hand to the Hermes cabin so he could gather his stuff. He was rambling on and on and on about basically whatever crossed his mind as he packed up his little backpack.

“Ready to go?” I asked once he seemed all packed up.

He nodded. “I can’t believe I get to spend an entire summer in the same cabin as you!! And you’re my big brother!”

“You need to meet Tyson. He was exactly the same way when he found out.” I smiled at the memory from 15 years ago.

“We have another brother?” Jamie asked as we walked down to the Poseidon cabin. “Where is he? What’s he like?”

“Well he’s a cyclops, and he’s working down in dad’s underwater forge.” I explained, holding the cabin door open for Jamie.

Jamie’s face lift up when he went inside. “You have a water fountain in here?” He ran over to look at the fountain in the back of the cabin.

“Yeah,” I laughed. “‘Alright, which bed do you want?”

Jamie turned to look at all the bunks. “I want....this one because it’s close to the fountain.” Jamie said, climbing up to the bed.

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll put your stuff in your trunk here.” I did just that. “Now technically this would be the part where I tell you all the rules of the cabin, because I’m the senior camper here, but...because it’s just the two of us, really the only rule is don’t touch my stuff.”

Jamie nodded and flopped back down on his bed. “I still can’t believe it. Percy is my brother...” he said to himself.

I chuckled quietly and turned to my own stuff. There was about an hour and a half until dinner but I had nothing to do. I didn’t have much time to think about it, though, before someone threw open the cabin door.

“Percy...” Grover bleated, looking wide eyed and frantic. “You gotta come outside, there’s something you need to hear.”

“What happened?” I asked, grabbing riptide.

“Rachel just got here, and she comes bearing a prophecy.”

Jamie and I rushed to join the huddle of campers surrounding Rachel Dare.

It’d been a while since I’d seen her. She works in New Jersey at some art place for charity, so she doesn’t get here often. But now wasn’t the time to get all sappy about my friends. I pushed to the front of the crowd to hear this prophecy.

“Percy there you are!” Rachel smiled.

“Hey Rachel. What was the prophecy?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes. “Lavish greeting Mr. Jackson.” She laughed and shook her head. “It’s a big prophecy, and it involves you again. And it’s as follows:

Two sons of the sea

Alone on a quest

To return escaped spirits

To the cold hands of death

For better or worse

One choice changes all

He will bring peace to Olympus

Or be the cause of its fall.”

That was...a lot to process. Another big prophecy and of course it involves me.

The surrounding campers broke out into whispers, each trying to interpret the prophecy by them self.

Chiron trotted up to our small group, and we filled him in on the situation. He sighed and looked around. “Everyone, resume yours activities, you four—“ he pointed at me, Jamie, Grover and Rachel. “Come with me, we can discuss this inside, as it seems it’s a rather pressing prophecy.”

#pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo fic #percy and grover #percabeth #percy jackson #poseidon #chb #camp half blood #rick riordan #god!percy #annabeth chase

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justkimberley · 6 years

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The Talent Show

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Summary: When Buffy gets sick, Cyrus decides to perform in the talent show on his own. He feels pretty anxious about doing it, but thankfully he's got his friends and family to support him, no matter what. TJ wants to show Cyrus how much he cares about him, and supporting Cyrus in the talent show seems to be the best way to do it.

This was inspired by the post by @tyrusmuff1n asking for a talent show fic. It’s not exactly what I think they were looking for but they are the ones who planted this idea in my head.

Ao3 Link: x

“What do you mean you’re sick!?” Cyrus exclaimed wide eyed, feeling his anxiety build up in his chest.

Buffy raised her eyebrow, giving him an unimpressed face as they continued walking down the hall towards their classes.

“Okay, I know what you mean by ‘you’re sick’, but this is terrible timing! You and I were supposed to sing a duet in the talent show together. A duet means two people! Not to mention the talent show is tomorrow night and we’ve only practiced once! Even if you are better in time for the talent show, we still won’t have practiced enough!” Cyrus rushed out, “Do you think you’ll feel better before the talent show?” Cyrus added hopefully, looking at Buffy.

“Cy-rus,” Buffy said indignantly as her voice cracked, “I don’t think I’ll be able to sing well until next week. If I forced myself to perform, I would butcher our chances to win. And I would probably hurt my throat,” she reasoned in a loud whisper (the only way she could speak without it hurting).

Cyrus looked down at his shoes as they neared their classrooms, “You’re right, I’m sorry. I was just looking forward to performing together,”

“I know. I was too, but you should still do the talent show. You are the one who really wanted to do it. Not that I didn’t, but the talent show was your project. The school deserves to learn what an amazing voice Cyrus Goodman has got,” Buffy said encouragingly, even as her voice squeaked on a few of the words.

“If I do it, will you still come watch me?” Cyrus asked hesitantly.

“Of course! It will be me, the rest of the gang, and your parents, all there to support you just like you support us at our games,” They paused as they reached the wall between their classrooms.

“Okay, I’m going to do it. I’ve wanted to do something like this my entire life, and there’s no time like the present. I can do this,” Cyrus said, mostly to psych himself up.

“That’s the spirit, now keep that up until tomorrow night, and we’ll have an official Jefferson Talent Show champion in the Good Hair Crew,” Buffy said trying to be inspiring, but the voice cracks really took away the effect.

“I don’t know about champion, but thanks Buffy,” Cyrus said smiling to himself as the bell rang, “See you later!” He waved and walked into class, thinking about what song he would do now that he was a solo act.

Cyrus was starting to feel anxious again as he walked towards his friends at the lunch table. He set his tray down, and sat quietly, tapping his fingers on the table while he listened to them talk. Marty was attempting to tell a story while Buffy tried to stop him from talking by covering his mouth with her hands because she couldn’t talk over him. He just grabbed her wrists, held them away from his face, and continued on with his story. He was telling the story of their first date, when Buffy had gotten flustered after Marty called her beautiful and had knocked over a glass of water. Andi and Jonah were watching their mid-meal entertainment, trying to contain their laughter, and Cyrus just watched. Even though it was entertaining, he was just feeling nervous about doing the talent show by himself.

Here’s the thing. Cyrus had performed in front of people before. When he was younger, he took voice lessons and they had concerts, usually at retirement homes. The old ladies would always come up to him afterward and tell him how talented he was, saying that he should never stop, so he knew that he could sing. But there was a major difference between these concerts and the talent show: he never knew anyone at the concerts (other than his parents and teacher). Nothing that happened at his concerts would follow him to school. Performing in the talent show would, however, definitely follow him to school. That’s why he had wanted to do it with Buffy.

It would be much easier to perform if it wasn’t just him. But now, Buffy was sick and couldn’t join him. But Cyrus wanted to be in the talent show so badly. He was tired of just sitting in the background, being the one that people assumed did nothing. He wanted to be noticed, even if it was only for a night. So, Cyrus had decided to do it, even without Buffy. But making that decision didn’t stop him from feeling anxious. Just as Cyrus was about to spiral into thoughts about all the ways his performance could go wrong, TJ placed his tray down beside Cyrus’, tapping Cyrus’ shoulder as he sat down. Cyrus blushed at the contact. “Hey Underdog, what are you thinking about? You look perplexed,”

“I’m uhh, just feeling a little anxious I guess,” Cyrus said, glancing at TJ to see that TJ was already looking at him.

“What are you feeling anxious about,” TJ asked, looking concerned, “I thought you didn’t have any tests today?”

“I don’t. I’m nervous about the talent show,” Cyrus said and then looked down at his lunch, “Buffy’s sick, but I still want to do it, so I’m doing it on my own,”

TJ surprised Cyrus by grabbing one of his hands causing Cyrus to look up at TJ, “You are going to do great, Cyrus. And I’ll be right there in the audience cheering you on,” TJ said sincerely, holding eye contact.

Cyrus blushed. He had a big crush on TJ and TJ had a habit of doing things that made Cyrus believe, even just for a second, that he might like Cyrus back. The problem was, it was highly unlikely that TJ would like him in that way, so he shoved those feelings down where he could control them. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, it’s not that big of a deal,” Cyrus said. He didn’t want to be a burden on his friends.

“Underdog, you have been talking about doing this talent show ever since you didn’t enter last year. This is a big deal to you, and I want to be there to support you,” TJ said.

Cyrus couldn’t help but smile as TJ said that, “Thanks, that makes me feel better,”

“I always aim to please,” TJ shrugged, squeezing Cyrus’ hand once more before letting it go and turning to eat his food.

Cyrus, who now had an appetite, also started eating his lunch. Marty finished telling the story (that they had all heard before so what was the big deal) and the group turned their attention to Cyrus. “What time’s the Talent Show Cyrus? I want to make sure we get good seats,” Andi asked.

“7:00, but the doors open at 6:30. I’m not sure if I’ll get to see you guys before I go on stage though,” Cyrus replied. He would have to check in and get his stuff ready when he got to the school.

“So, what are you going to sing now that Buffy’s broken?” Marty asked as Buffy gently hit his shoulder indignantly.

“I. . . still haven’t decided yet. It’ll probably be one of the songs I learned when I first got my ukulele. I have those songs memorized now, so it would be the least stressful way to do this,” Cyrus said slowly. He had narrowed it down to a few songs, but he still hadn’t picked one.

“Please, not Riptide Cyrus. . . I love you, and you are great at singing, but I’m so bored of hearing that song. It’s like when Jonah learned Wonderwall on guitar,” Andi said.

Jonah made a face as she said that, “Okay, rude,”

Cyrus laughed, “I wasn’t planning on Riptide, I feel like it’s been done to death. But now that I know you don’t want me to sing it. . . I might do it just to annoy you,” Cyrus joked, Andi’s eyes grew wide (fear or surprise, who knows), “I’m just kidding Andi, I’m not going to do Riptide,” Andi let out a relieved sigh.

“But I like Riptide. . .” TJ interjected. Cyrus figured it was just to see Andi and Buffy’s reactions, which were, by the way, hilarious. It looked like they had just smelled someone’s gym shoes.

“I like it too,” Cyrus laughed, “But there’s another song that I want to sing,” Cyrus said, he had picked one while they were having this conversation.

“So, you have decided?” Buffy croaked out quietly, looking intrigued.

“Yeah, but I’m not going to tell you guys. I want it to be a surprise!” Cyrus said laughing as the table collectively groaned. They were not known for their patience.

“I’m sure whatever song Cyrus picks will be great. Even if we don’t get to know what it is beforehand,” Jonah said to placate the group.

“Thank you, Jonah,” Cyrus grinned at them before they fell into their regular groove, telling stories about their day. They spent the rest of lunch talking, eating, and complaining about teachers as usual.

At home that night, Cyrus practiced his song. He wanted to make sure he knew the chords and lyrics inside and out. Some people might call this obsessive, but Cyrus just liked to be prepared. After he was sure that he would give his best performance ever, he set out the clothes that he was going to wear at the show, finished his homework, and got ready for bed. Cyrus was scrolling through his phone, not quite ready to sleep yet when he got a text.

TJ: Goodnight Underdog, sleep well. You’ll do great tomorrow

Cyrus blushed at the thought that TJ thought about him before he went to bed.

Cyrus: Goodnight TJ, I hope you sleep well too!

Cyrus sent the text and went to sleep with butterflies, that were surprisingly unrelated to the talent show, in his stomach.

When Cyrus woke up the next morning he felt surprisingly refreshed. He had a good dream, he got his required amount of sleep, and he was ready to face the day. He looked at his ukulele, sitting with his performance clothes and it filled him with determination. He could do this, he would make it through the day, and he would have fun doing it.

TJ woke up to the sound of his alarm and groaned in frustration. He had been having such a wonderful dream. He dreamed that Cyrus had won the talent show, and that he had the courage to run up to Cyrus and kiss him in congratulations. TJ burrowed his head in his pillow to relish in his dream for a few more minutes when his second alarm went off, so he hopped out of bed.

While TJ got ready for school all he could think about was how excited he was to watch Cyrus in the talent show. TJ had actually heard Cyrus singing quietly at his house once and, in TJ’s opinion, Cyrus had the most beautiful voice in the entire world. He had been trying to catch Cyrus doing actual singing ever since, but every time Cyrus noticed someone was listening, he would either stop singing or start goofing around – which frustrated TJ to no end. But, tonight? Tonight, TJ would record Cyrus’ performance so he could listen to Cyrus’ beautiful voice whenever he wanted to.

When TJ reached the school, he immediately went to find Cyrus. He wanted to make sure that Cyrus wasn’t getting too anxious about the talent show. Cyrus got wrapped up in his head sometimes, and TJ just wanted to be as supportive to Cyrus as Cyrus was to him. TJ finally reached Cyrus’ locker, “Hey Underdog!”

“Hey TJ!” Cyrus replied distractedly while sorting out his books for the day.

“You excited for the talent show tonight?” TJ asked cheerfully, watching Cyrus’ face making sure that Cyrus was not hiding his true feelings about tonight. Over their many years of friendship, TJ had gotten very good at reading Cyrus’ facial expressions.

A large smile immediately grew on Cyrus’ face and TJ knew that Cyrus wasn’t too worried about it, “I am so excited! I am very prepared. I rehearsed my song last night and I think that I’ve got it perfect. I am officially ready for soundcheck after school,” Cyrus said, practically vibrating.

“Do I get to know what your song is before tonight?” TJ asked in a tone that he hoped wasn’t too flirty.

“Nope! You get to wait, just like everybody else!” Cyrus said, laughing as he turned to start walking down the hallway.

“Rude,” TJ said jokingly. They continued walking down the hallway talking about a documentary that Cyrus wanted to see when TJ realized he had to leave, “I’ve got a test in math today, so I’ve got to head there early. I’ll see you at lunch?” TJ asked hopefully. Seeing Cyrus at lunch was the best part of his day. Cyrus just made his day better.

“I’ve actually got to meet with my group for English class during lunch today, but I’ll see you for sure at the talent show, okay?” Cyrus said, apologetically.

TJ felt his heart sink at the idea of not getting to see Cyrus for such a long period of time, but then he realized that he could actually use that to his advantage tonight, “Okay, definitely, I’ll see you at the talent show. Have a good day, and good luck!” TJ said turning away from Cyrus while still looking at him.

“Thanks TJ, good luck with your math test, I know you’ll do great!” Cyrus said, also turning.

“Thanks Cyrus, bye,” TJ said as they started walking away from each other.

“Bye TJ,” Cyrus replied as they walked away. Not even two seconds into walking away, TJ turned to look back at Cyrus, only to meet Cyrus’ beautiful brown eyes. They smiled at each other before turning around again and heading to their classes.

At lunch TJ joined Marty, Buffy, Jonah, and Andi at their usual table. TJ was happy that he finally had a group of friends as supportive them. It had taken a while to get them, but he was happy that he had them now. “Guys, I think that we should make signs to cheer for Cyrus tonight,” TJ said as he sat down.

Andi and Buffy’s faces lit up, “That is such a good idea TJ! I can’t believe we didn’t think of it sooner. Cyrus always brings signs to support us. It’s high time we returned the favour,” Andi said, grinning.

“Yeah! Cy-guy should get the chance to have his own number one fans for once,” Jonah said. Marty and Buffy nodded in agreement.

TJ was glad that his friends thought Cyrus deserved some recognition too, “Awesome, we should make them after school, he has soundcheck then, so we don’t have to worry about spoiling the surprise,” TJ said, jumping into ‘planning mode’ as Cyrus called it.

“You’ve put a lot of thought into this,” Buffy croaked, giving TJ a knowing look.

TJ blushed. He was pretty sure that the entire group was aware of his crush, even though he hadn’t told them, “I just think that Cyrus deserves to see how many people care about him,” TJ mumbled quietly looking down at his lunch with bright red cheeks.

“I think it’s sweet!” Andi said.

TJ blushed even harder at that and changed the topic. They continued talking for the rest of lunch until the bell rang. “Okay so, we’ll meet out front after school to make posters for Cyrus? Can we use the Andi Shack?” TJ asked looking to Andi.

“Yep, we are all clear for Andi Shack usage,” Andi replied.

“Okay, we will meet at the front doors and then walk to the Andi Shack,” Everyone agreed that this sounded like a good plan and headed on their way.

Cyrus entered the auditorium after school, ukulele in hand, and looked at all the other people that he would be performing with. Now he really wished that Buffy was here with him. Seeing all the people that he would be against made the whole thing more real. Cyrus found a spot to sit and focused on his breathing while checking the tuning of his ukulele as he waited for soundcheck to start.

After what felt like an eternity, the MC’s and the tech people showed up and they got everything figured out. They finished at 4:30, so Cyrus rushed home to eat and get ready for the show so he could be there on time.

TJ walked into the school at 6:30 holding the sign he made for Cyrus and a bouquet of flowers. He had bought the Cyrus’ favourite flowers because he knew that flowers were a common gift to give after a performance, and he wanted Cyrus to feel special. TJ put the flowers into his locker, he wanted them to be a surprise, and headed to find his friends. TJ finally saw them talking to Cyrus’ parents and showing them their signs. Marty and Buffy had a sign that said, ‘Cyrus Goodman Owns Our Hearts’, Andi and Jonah’s sign said, ‘Goodman for the Win’, and TJ’s said, ‘Cyrus? More like Cy-yes’. None of their signs were Cyrus quality signs, but they thought they’d done a good job.

Finally, the auditorium doors opened so they walked in and found their seats, sitting in the center of the auditorium because it was the perfect viewing spot. All they had to do now was wait for the show to start.

Before the show started, Cyrus went out into the auditorium to see if he could find his friends before he had to be backstage. He was starting to feel some stage fright kicking in, and he just wanted to talk to them once more before the show started. He walked out of the side door at the front and scanned the audience, immediately spotting his friends and family holding their signs for him. He felt happy tears start forming but immediately stopped himself from crying, it would mess with his voice, and he ran up to them. “I can’t believe you guys made signs! I was starting to feel nervous. . . but now I just feel loved,”

TJ was the first person to answer, “Of course Underdog, we wanted to support you like you support us!”

Cyrus felt his cheeks heat up, “Seriously, this means so much to me guys. I’m so glad that you are all here,” Cyrus said.

Cyrus got a chorus of no problems and it was nothings in return.

“Well, I’ve got to go backstage now, but I’ll see you guys at intermission okay?” Cyrus said, feeling much more prepared to face the talent show, knowing that his friends had his back, no matter what.

“Yep, definitely!” Andi replied as everyone else nodded.

With that, Cyrus headed to his seat backstage, holding his ukulele close to him, practicing the chords and going over lyrics in his head. When the MC’s came on stage and started the show, his nerves grew. Cyrus just kept practicing and focusing on his breathing as the acts went before him in succession. Cyrus learned about fifteen minutes into the show that he was the last act before the intermission. He wasn’t entirely sure how to feel about that, but he knew that there was nothing he could do about it, so he just kept breathing and practicing while he watched the other acts. Finally, after about half an hour, he heard his introduction and his name, so he made his way on stage.

When he reached the chair that was set up for him, he made sure the mics were lined up properly, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “As you heard, my name is Cyrus Goodman, and I’ll be singing ‘When I was Your Man’ by Bruno Mars. I hope you enjoy,” Cyrus took another deep breath and started the strumming pattern, launching himself entirely into the song, performing on auto pilot, and getting lost in the lyrics.

The acts before Cyrus were of varying quality. Some of them were pretty good, some of them were good but boring, and some of them were terrible. TJ wondered how people could be so unaware of how untalented they were. He felt bad for thinking it, but seriously, how do you not realize that you are singing in a different key than your guitar is playing in? After what felt like an eternity, the MC’s announced Cyrus’ name. TJ immediately set his phone up to record as Cyrus walked out and sat down.

“As you heard, my name is Cyrus Goodman, and I’ll be singing ‘When I was Your Man’ by Bruno Mars. I hope you enjoy,” TJ saw Cyrus take a deep breath, and watched as he started strumming his ukulele. The second Cyrus started playing, TJ was transfixed, and he knew that the second Cyrus started singing, he would be gone.

Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now, Our song’s on the radio but it don’t sound the same,

Cyrus started singing softly, but his voice was ringing clearly through the speakers, and TJ was right, he was a goner. The emotion that Cyrus was channelling through his voice was so moving that all TJ could think was, who hurt you, as Cyrus kept singing.

I should’ve bought you flowers, and held your hand, Should’ve gave you all my hours, when I had the chance, Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance, Now my baby’s dancing, but he’s dancing with another man,

Cyrus sang powerfully through the chorus, and TJ could tell that he was feeling comfortable now. TJ felt a jolt of electricity travel through him when he realized that Cyrus had changed the pronoun of ‘his baby’. TJ knew Cyrus was gay, but he had never thought Cyrus would publicly announce it to the school. Maybe it was a small change that not many people would pick up on, but Cyrus was still saying it to the school. TJ couldn’t help but think that maybe he could let the school know he was gay too, and then him and Cyrus could be boyfriends. TJ blushed at that thought and forced himself to fix his attention back on Cyrus, not wanting to miss a second. Cyrus’ voice held so much emotion as he performed that by the time Cyrus reached the bridge, TJ could feel tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

And though it hurts, I’ll be the first to say, I was wrong. Oh, I know that it’s much too late, To try to apologize for my mistakes, but I just want you to know,

By the time Cyrus finished the bridge and headed into the last chorus, TJ’s tears had slowly started falling. Cyrus had portrayed those intense feelings of regret so realistically that TJ could feel them himself. When Cyrus strummed out the last chords, the audience went absolutely berserk. The cheers and whistles were deafening, and TJ knew for a fact that Cyrus was the best act that they had seen all night. Cyrus bowed and walked to the front of the stage to listen to the judges’ (teachers’) remarks before exiting to backstage as intermission was called.

As Cyrus strummed out the last chords, he felt himself relax. He had played all the way through the song exactly how he had practiced. He had given the best performance that he could have, maybe that he ever had, and the audience seemed to agree as they erupted into deafening cheers. Cyrus looked in the crowd to see his friends holding their signs up at the back of the auditorium, he could just make them out through the stage lights and he smiled. He bowed and moved to the front of the stage, listening to the judges’ comments before exiting, really hoping that someone had been recording because he didn’t remember anything that had just happened.

Cyrus put his ukulele with his coat in the warm-up area and then started walking down the hallway to where he could see his friends and parents chatting. On his way there, he was stopped by at least three people who all said things along the lines of ‘I didn’t know you could sing Cyrus, good job!’ which Cyrus had to admit was very validating. He finally reached his friends and parents after wading through the crowded hallway. They all turned to look at him and TJ was the first to act, grabbing Cyrus and pulling him into a tight hug. “That was amazing Underdog! You were the best act in the show,”

Cyrus blushed as he hugged TJ back, “Thank you! It’s not over yet, so we can’t know that for sure. . . but I feel really good about it. Did anyone record what happened up there? Because I don’t remember,” At least three hands shot up, Cyrus was happy that they had recorded him, he never wanted to forget this night. The lights flickered in the hallway, so the group headed back into the auditorium to their seats, Cyrus joining them this time. More acts performed, some good, some okay, some terrible, and finally the talent part of the talent show was over.

“Can we get all of the participants from tonight on the stage so that we can announce the winners?” The MC’s asked. Cyrus made his way on stage, his friends cheering as he went.

As Cyrus stood on the stage while the judges made their final decisions, he found himself thinking that no matter what the outcome was, he was glad that he had participated. The judges finally finished deliberating and handed the MC’s an envelope. Third place was a group of friends that had sang together, second place was a dancer who Cyrus had found very interesting to watch, even from backstage. And finally, it was time for them to announce the first-place winner. Cyrus took a deep breath to remind himself that he didn’t care what the outcome was.

“And the first-place winner, who gets one hundred dollars to Shadyside Mall is…” Cyrus felt the audience and performers collectively hold their breath, “Cyrus Goodman!”

Cyrus could barely hear the blood rushing through his ears over the raucous cheers of the audience. He felt like he was in slow motion as he realized that he, Cyrus Goodman, had won the talent show. When Cyrus registered what had happened, he moved forward to accept his prize from the MC’s and beamed out at the audience. He couldn’t believe that he had won. Soon after, the curtains closed, and the show was over. Cyrus took his time grabbing his ukulele and coat from the waiting area, hoping to lower his heart rate. When he had his stuff, he headed down the hallway to where his friends and family were waiting. When he reached them, he was immediately pulled into a group hug by the lot of them and they all congratulated him. “We’re so proud of you Cyrus,” his parents said, “We’ll leave you to celebrate with your friends, don’t stay out too late though, you do have school tomorrow,” his mom told him as all four of his parents walked away, proud smiles on their faces.

Cyrus then noticed that TJ had not hugged him, but was standing with his arms behind his back, “What do you have there?” Cyrus asked flirtatiously. He was feeling confident, he had just won the talent show, and he felt like he could do anything. Cyrus felt satisfaction as TJ blushed and slowly moved his arms out from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of Cyrus’ favourite flowers. When he saw the bouquet, Cyrus, overwhelmed with emotion, lurched forward hugging TJ as tightly as possible, careful not to hit him with the ukulele by accident, “Thank you so much TJ,” Cyrus said quietly into TJ’s shoulder.

“Anything for you Underdog,” TJ replied lowly, right by Cyrus’ ear. Cyrus pulled away slightly, so he could see TJ’s face, and flushed at their proximity.

“So. . . since you bought me flowers, can I hold your hand?” Cyrus asked. That was probably the dumbest way in recorded history that anyone had ever asked someone out, but Cyrus couldn’t find it in himself to care at the moment. Seeing TJ’s face turn red as Cyrus had said it, soothed any worries he had about asking TJ out.

“Only if I get to give you all my hours,” TJ smiled leaning his forehead on Cyrus’, pulling Cyrus a little closer to him.

“Sounds like a good deal to me,” Cyrus replied, slowly bringing their lips together in a short, but sweet, kiss. Cyrus pulled away and stared into TJ’s eyes, smiling.

Buffy coughed, effectively breaking the moment, “Excuse me? Cyrus you have more fans than just TJ,” Buffy’s voice squeaked in an amused tone. Cyrus blushed and turned away from TJ, but TJ’s arms remained around his waist.

“Sorry. . . Thank you guys so much for coming and supporting me. It means so much to me,” Cyrus said sheepishly, while TJ rested his head on Cyrus’ shoulder.

“Cyrus, we would do anything for you! Of course we came,” Andi said, while the others nodded.

“And you two have finally gotten together, so I won’t have to watch you pine after each other any more,” Buffy smiled as she said it, her voice still squeaking.

“It’s not like you and Marty were any better before you got together,” Jonah smirked.

Buffy looked taken aback by this statement, but Marty shrugged, “Eh, he’s right,”

“The difference is that Cyrus and I will be way cuter than you now that we’re together,” TJ interjected, grabbing Cyrus’ hands as he remained wrapped around Cyrus.

“Debatable,” Marty said smugly.

“Is that a challenge?” TJ asked, lifting his head slightly off of Cyrus’ shoulder to look Marty in the eyes.

“Oh, you know it is,” Buffy replied, squeakily, standing up straighter.

“Oh, you are so on,” Cyrus said, smiling wide and pulling TJ’s arms tighter around him. Cyrus felt more content than he ever had before; he had won the talent show and he had gotten his man, what could be better?

Notes: The whole partner getting sick before the talent show plot is inspired from my real life! Also,,, I love Riptide (it’s literally what I performed in my school’s talent show) so please don’t think that I’m hating on it!

I hope you guys enjoyed!

#tyrus #tyrus andi mack #tyrus fanfic #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #Andi Mack #fluff #mywriting #mypost

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itsshortfurball20 · 5 years

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Percy Jackson, The Avenger

Percy has an encounter with Nick Fury. A year later, he’s being called on to help protect the world… again. He’s not alone in this Avengers Initiative. A genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist; a super soldier; a green scientist; a Norse god; and two secret agents. What could go wrong?

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10 – I Get My Own Action Figure!

The next couple of weeks after the battle were hectic.

Once the dust had settled and the injured were being tended to and the dead counted, questions started popping up. Questions about what exactly had happened. Were those aliens that had attacked? Are they going to come back? Who had saved them? Were they superheroes? Was Thor really a Norse god or just another alien?

Not all of those questions had been answered. SHEILD never made an official statement, but slowly the questions started being answered. Yes, it had been aliens and no, the Chitauri weren’t coming back anytime soon. They had been led by a Norse god called Loki, whose brother, Thor, was in the attack against him, part of a team called the Avengers.

All around the world, people were talking about the Avengers. Some argued against the team, trying to force them to take responsibility for the attack, saying that they were to blame for the damage done to the city. Those people, however, were few and far between.

Most people regarded them as heroes. Citizens being interviewed by local news stations and papers praised the heroes, thanking them for saving their lives. Walking around the city, one could see spray-painted murals, people wearing hoodies and t-shirts with the heroes on them. There were even action figures modeled after the group.

Percy found that the action figures were the coolest part yet. He had already managed to buy a mini-figure of himself, complete with his shield and sword, that he had sitting on his nightstand. Annabeth thought that it was funny. She hadn’t said anything, but Percy knew that she found the whole situation amusing.

He also couldn’t help but marvel at his ‘superhero’ name—Riptide. Apparently, the little boy that he had saved had been interviewed by the New York Post and had told them the story about Percy saving him and his mother from the Chitauri. Well, his mother had told the story. The only thing the little boy could talk about was how cool Percy had looked, with his armor and big sword that he called Riptide.

The media took it up and went with it. Now he was Riptide, the superhero with the mutant ability to manipulate water.

In all honesty, Percy was glad that no one had gotten ahold of the knowledge of the Greek world. When information had started appearing in the news, Percy had IM’d Fury (actually managing to scare the director when he was alone in his office) and had asked to keep his identity, along with the existence of the Greek gods, under wraps.

So far, it seemed to be working nicely. Percy figured that he would head to Camp Half-Blood the next day and inform Chiron about all that had happened. But there was something else that the demigod had to do first.

He stood in a secluded area of Central Park. The whole team had shown up to accompany Thor (and Loki, whose hands were bound, and a muzzle placed on his face) back to Asgard. Thor went around, shaking hands with everyone as he said goodbye. When he reached Percy, the demigod gave Thor a big smile. “Hey man, it was nice meeting you.”

“Honor is mine, Percy,” Thor told him. “Maybe we can fight together again one day.”

The son of Poseidon laughed. “Let’s hope it’s under better circumstances.” Thor nodded and started to move away, but Percy grabbed his arm before he could fully walk away. “Hey, just remember, always family. No matter what.”

“Thank you, Percy.”

Percy watched on as Thor finished the rest of his rounds before heading back to Loki. Bruce and Tony stepped forward, Tony holding out a briefcase. It opened to reveal the Tesseract, dimly glowing blue. Bruce took the Tesseract and placed it in a glass tube before handing it to Thor. The Norse god held one end, giving the other to Loki, who reluctantly took it. He took one last look at the team before turning the handle.

The energy of the Tesseract swept over the two. Percy fixed Loki with one last glare before they were both gone.

Then slowly, one-by-one, the Avengers wandered off. Natasha and Clint riding off together; Steve on his old Harley; and Bruce and Tony getting into one of Tony’s sports cars. Percy headed to Paul’s blue Prius. Hopping into the driver's seat, he started the car and drove away.

Driving through the city, Percy could see the efforts of the citizens as they began to clean up the city. He knew that Tony was going to be in charge of the rebuilding process. The billionaire had already struck a deal with the Department of Damage Control, signing a contract that all post-battle cleanup would be under his control.

Percy passed an empty pedestal, its statue gone and somewhere in the streets of the city. People had noticed the statues running around during the battle (they were hard to miss), but no one seemed to remember the same incident happening almost five years ago—most likely due to the Mist.

The son of Poseidon was glad. It was one less thing for him to worry about. He had enough on his plate at the moment, mainly helping with the clean-up process.

Percy pulled up to the hotel he and Annabeth were staying in. During the battle, the apartment building where Sally and Paul lived had taken a large hit to the wall, deeming it unsafe to live in at the moment. Percy had told his family to stay in Montauk for the time being. Annabeth and he had decided to stay in a hotel for a couple days while Percy finished up his Avengers stuff before heading to Camp Half-Blood.

The demigod entered the hotel room. Annabeth sat on the bed; eyes glued to the TV where a reporter stood on screen. It appeared to be another interview, this time with an older group of men playing chess.

“Superheroes in New York? Give me a—” a man said before Annabeth paused the TV. Percy sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

Annabeth smiled at him. “How’d it go?” She asked.

“Well, Thor and Loki are officially back in Asgard, and the Tesseract is with them.” He leaned back into the pillows, letting out a sigh as he went. “I think that it’ll be a while before we see Thor again. Imagine the family drama going on right now.”

“I can imagine it,” Annabeth teased, laying down beside Percy. “Just look at who our family is. It can’t be too different from ours.”

“Except their father doesn’t eat them, he adopts them. Or, one of them, I guess.”

They laid in silence for a while. Percy played with Annabeth’s hair, trying to braid her blonde hair while she read her book. After a while, Percy gave up and settled for just staring at Annabeth. She looked beautiful—as always—even with the small purple bruise on her chin that she had gained during the battle (something about a bank and a bomb).

“You ready to go back to camp?” Percy asked.

Annabeth set her book down and looked over at him. “Yeah. I wonder how the others will react to you becoming famous.”

“Technically, I’m not the famous one. Riptide is.” Percy gave Annabeth a small smirk before continuing on. “Secondly, it’s not that different from Piper. I mean, her dad’s Tristan McLean and we didn’t bat an eye when she told us.”

“That’s because you didn’t know who Tristan McLean was. And it is different from Piper—it's her dad that’s famous, and at least he isn’t known for having saved the world.”

Percy held up his hands in surrender. “Fine,” he agreed, before slowly lowering his arms again. “They’ll be fine with it, right? I mean, it’s not like I had much of a choice, and if I hadn’t been there, who knows what might’ve—”

“Hey, don’t worry,” Annabeth cut off Percy’s rambling. “I’m sure they’ll understand. Besides, I’m sure they won’t even think it’s that big of a deal. Most demigods don’t worry too much about the mortal world anyway.”

Percy smiled softly. “You’re right, as always. It’s not a big deal.” He said, the last part more for himself, before pushing himself up. “Now come on, let’s get packed.”

\~*~/

“This is a huge deal!” Leo shouted. “I mean, holy Hephaestus, wow.”

Percy shot a glance over at Annabeth. So much for not a big deal, he told himself. Shaking his head, he walked closer to Leo who was pacing around them on the hill, having run up to greet them when they had first arrived. “Leo, it’s really nothing—”

“You met Tony Stark. The Tony Stark, the legendary mechanic!”

Percy scratched the back of his head, not fully understanding Leo’s reason for excitement. “Yeah, l guess.”

“You guess?” Leo threw hands into the air in shock. “Percy, Tony Stark is a genius. His work with nanobots is revolutionary, not to mention the mechanics of the Iron Man suit. Half of the Hephaestus cabin has a poster of him hanging by their bed.”

“What about you?”

“Are you kidding? I already have his Iron Man T-Shirts, Iron Man Hoodie, Iron Man trading cards, Iron Man action figure, and two posters—one from before and after the whole alien-thingy.”

Percy nodded dimly. “Woah, I didn’t know he was such… wait, did you say trading cards?”

Annabeth gently grabbed his arm. “Percy, focus.”

“I am focusing. Focusing on the fact that I somehow missed the fact that I have trading cards with me on them.”

“Percy.”

“But Annabeth…”

“And Leo,” Leo chipped in. “Don’t forget I’m still here.”

The couple turned back towards Leo. “Sorry,” Annabeth apologized.

Leo dismissed her apology with a wave of his hand. “It’s fine. I can’t imagine how weird it must be for you to be famous. That’s gotta feel weird.”

“Honestly, it doesn’t faze me,” Percy shrugged.

“Well if I was you, I’d be hanging out with Tony Stark and comparing notes,” Leo stated. “Maybe we could work on something together!”

Percy noticed a small twinge of smoke start rising from the top of Leo’s hair. He pointed it out to him, smiling as Leo frantically reached his hand up to pat out the small fire. When the fire was out, Percy considered an idea he knew he would probably come to regret, but...

“Hey Leo, if you want, I could introduce you to Tony.”

Leo froze, his eyes growing impossibly wide. “Really?” When Percy nodded, Leo jumped into the air, punching the air. “Oh, gods! This is—thank you, Percy.” The fire reappeared on Leo’s hair, much bigger than before. Leo ran back down the hill, screaming about getting to meet Iron Man.

Next to him, Annabeth laughed. “I think you just made his day.” She commented.

“At least one person’s happy about this situation,” Percy noted as they started making their way down Half-Blood hill. “Let’s hope that everyone else takes it just as well.”

At the bottom of the hill, campers had gathered around, no doubt drawn out by Leo’s shouting. At the front stood Chiron, his tail flicking back and forth in a way Percy had seen it do before whenever the centaur had been agitated. Percy swallowed.

Chiron stared at him with a poker face, and that only made Percy feel even more scared. “Welcome back, you two.” Their mentor greeted. “I think we need to have a talk.”

\~*~/

Chiron ushered them into the Big House, shooing away the curious campers. Once the last camper had wandered off, he led them to the living room. Percy and Annabeth took a seat on the couch while Chiron lowered himself into his wheelchair, the centaur’s lower half disappearing and a set of fake human legs popping out.

“So,” Chiron started once wheeled himself over to the couch. “Drinks?”

Percy and Annabeth shook their heads. “Listen, Chiron…”

The centaur held up his hand, bringing Percy’s word to a stop. “Percy, I’m not mad. Just tell me what happened.”

For the next fifteen minutes, Percy told the entire story, starting from Blackjack getting captured to him and Annabeth sitting on the couch. Chiron listened carefully the entire, only interrupting once or twice to ask a question. Annabeth was the same. She had already heard the first part, but she listened very carefully to his time with the Avengers. When Percy finished, the room was silent except for Seymour the Leopard’s snoring.

Finally, Chiron spoke up. “This may be more serious than I thought.”

“What do you mean?” Percy asked.

“If Loki willingly teamed up with… aliens,” Chiron said, almost as if he was unfamiliar with the word. “Then he must have struck a deal with someone. With the way you described the Chitauri, they don’t seem all that capable of thinking of a plan. So the real question is, who’s their leader?”

“And what could Loki offer them?” Annabeth input. “Think, if Loki struck a deal, it's obvious what he gets. An army.”

“He tried striking a deal with me for Olympus’ armies,” Percy remembered. “He came to me in a dream and said that if I gave him command, then he would make me powerful.”

“Is this the same dream with Rachael’s prophecy?” Chiron asked.

The son of Poseidon nodded. “It is. That’s also part of the reason why we’re here. Something isn’t adding up.”

Chiron’s eyebrow raised. “Like what?”

“The prophecy… it doesn’t feel finished yet. Like there’s more to come. I’m scared, too, because the last time I felt like a prophecy wasn’t finished yet, Luke went and sicced a pit scorpion after me. And then he went and joined the Titans and we all know what that led to—”

“Percy, deep breath.” Chiron broke through Percy’s panicked rambling. “This could be very serious, Percy. You should meet with Rachael as soon as possible. She arrived yesterday. I spoke with her briefly before she headed to her cave, saying how she needed to contact Ella.”

Percy and Annabeth stood up. “Thank you, Chiron,” Percy said, grabbing Annabeth’s hand as they headed for the door.

Chiron smiled. “No problem, my dear boy. Also, before the two of you go,” he called, making Percy and Annabeth turn back to face him. “I’m happy you’re back.”

\~*~/

Percy and Annabeth made their way to Rachael’s cave. Luckily, the campers had returned to their activities after Chiron had shooed them away, so no one stopped them to talk. A few did wave, but quickly turned back to their activities. Percy returned the gesture jovially. He didn’t realize how much he had missed Camp Half-Blood, and he could only smile as lava poured down the rock-climbing wall and the familiar sounds of swords clanging and kids yelling reached his ears. Camp Jupiter was nice, but Camp Half-Blood would always be his first home.

They climbed up the small hill, where Rachael’s cave resided at the top. The thick burgundy curtains that usually were draped closed in the cave’s entrance were drawn to the sides, revealing the mess of throw pillows and bean bags in the cave. Percy and Annabeth shared a look of concern before venturing in.

Rachael’s back was to them. She sat facing her mural wall, which she frequently painted on whenever she was plagued with images from the Oracle. Paint covered her arms and legs, which wasn’t too far from normal. But what wasn’t normal was the slight green glow that emanated from Rachael’s body.

Annabeth took a step closer. She reached her hand out, intending to shake Rachael’s shoulder. “Rachael?” She asked.

Rachael jumped and whirled around, holding out a paintbrush like a sword as the green glow faded away. She lowered it once she saw who it was that was standing behind her. “Hey, guys.” She greeted. “What brings you here?”

“We wanted to talk to you about the prophecy,” Percy told her.

“I thought that might happen. Take a seat,” she gestured to the haphazardly scattered beanbags. Percy picked a purple one while Annabeth took the bright yellow one next to it. Rachael remained standing, pacing around them. Eventually, she settled and sat on the concrete floor. “I talked with Ella,” she started. “She had never heard the prophecy, nor anything that might relate to it.”

“I’ve never actually heard the prophecy,” Annabeth spoke up. “Could one of you repeat it for me?”

Percy looked over at Rachael who nodded at him. He tried to recall the prophecy he had heard. “Um, it comes from… comes from—”

“Oh, let me,” Rachael told him. “It comes from day as dark as night—”

“At least I was on the right track,” Percy muttered. Annabeth shushed him and turned back to Rachael.

“After evil’s rule, the final fight,” Rachael continued. “They’re gone, they’re broke, they come together.” Percy saw Annabeth frown. She opened her mouth as if to speak but closed it after a second. “Charged to protect, earthly tether. Rolling stone, purple reign. All must end in blazing pain.” Rachael finished reciting the prophecy. Noticing Annabeth’s grim expression, Rachael joked, “Cheery, right?”

“Peachy,” Annabeth responded.

“Well,” Percy clapped his hands, drawing the attention of the two women. “Now that we all know the prophecy, some thoughts. Rachael, you said that Ella didn’t have anything?”

“I didn’t say that,” Rachael corrected. “I said she didn’t recognize it. But we did discuss some possible meanings.”

“Did any of those include a meaning for ‘final fight’?”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Rachael asked, slightly taken back. “I would’ve thought blazing pain—”

“The blazing pain part is over and done with,” Percy dismissed with a wave of his hand. “The nuke,” he explained when he saw Rachael’s blank face.

Her face transformed from confused to scared—face paling at his words. “Nuke?”

“The government wanted to nuke us, but Tony ended up putting it through the portal. All’s fine now. Blazing pain avoided.”

Annabeth nodded slowly. “That…makes sense. But what I don’t get is the final fight part. This is your guys’ first fight together.”

“But it does say ‘must end in blazing pain’,” Rachael interjected. “That’s what worries me. The fates wouldn’t put in the word must unless it was unavoidable.”

“They must have been wrong, Rachael. That part is over with. Even Wise girl agrees.”

Rachael sighed tiredly. “I don’t know. Usually, after the events of the prophecy, the lines become clearer. But they aren’t now. Which may mean…” She trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence. But the implication hung in the air.

Percy cleared his throat, breaking the silent tension. “I, for one, think that there’s nothing left. We’ve got to be overthinking this. I mean, Loki’s back on Asgard, and the Chitauri aren’t coming back anytime soon.”

“But I don’t feel that it’s done,” Rachael said, her voice filled with worry. “There are still too many unsolved variables. If I didn’t know better, I’d say this sounds like a Great Prophecy.”

Both Annabeth and Percy sat up straighter at the mention of a Great Prophecy. They shared a glance, remembering what the last two had entailed. Percy looked back over at Rachael; brows furrowed together. “You really think? So soon after?”

“Well, one was given not even a day after the other had been completed,” Rachael recalled. “So yeah. Totally possible.”

That made some sense to Percy, given the last time, but he was sure it was over with already. He frowned as Annabeth grumbled. Looking over at her and her tense posture, he thought the situation over in his head. On one hand, if this really was a Great Prophecy, then they needed to be prepared. They would most likely need to give up college and jobs to prepare for whatever would come. But on the other hand…

The son of Poseidon knew that Annabeth would be disappointed on giving up her goal of becoming an architect to fight. Besides, the whole situation was a huge ‘if’. If the prophecy wasn’t over, if this was a Great Prophecy. Did he really want to jeopardize Annabeth’s happiness for a small, unlikely chance?

“It’s probably nothing to fret over,” Percy said. “I saw we call it a day. It’s about to get late anyway. Didn’t you want to get cleaned up before dinner?” He asked Annabeth, distracting her from the prophecy.

Rachael tried to protest. “I really think that—”

“No, he’s right,” Annabeth said, pushing herself up. “I say that it’s over and done with. That’s two against one.”

“I really think my vote should count twice as I’m the Oracle, but whatever,” Rachael muttered, irritation creeping into her voice. As she stood up, she added, “I’ll keep looking into it, just in case.”

Percy nodded as he and Annabeth started to make their way out of the cave. “Just in case.” The demigod hoped that she wouldn’t find anything. He hoped that he had made the right call.

\~*~/

Percy stood on the beach, starting out at the water. The waves crashed gently at his feet and the breeze blew his hair into his face. He didn’t bother to fix it. Instead, he stood there mulling over his earlier conversation with Annabeth and Rachael.

Even as he denied it, he couldn’t help but muse over the thought of another Great Prophecy. Wasn’t two in his lifetime enough? That by itself already sounded like a stretch. The idea of a third seemed laughable. Did the Fates really hate him that much to put him in the center of another Great Prophecy? What had he ever done to them?

Percy cleared his thoughts, stalling the oncoming headache. He knew that if he continued to stand there and analyze everything too deeply, his head would start pounding. In an attempt to clear his head, he took a couple of deep breaths and focused on his surroundings.

It felt nice for a July evening. In just three days, it would be the fourth, and he knew that the Hephaestus cabin would pull out all the stops, especially when Leo was the one in charge of the firework display. Just thinking about it made Percy excited. It felt as if it had been forever since he had celebrated July 4th at Camp.

He was so deep in his head; he didn’t notice the figure behind him until they spoke. “Nice weather for some fishing, wouldn’t you say?”

The demigod whirled around. Poseidon stood behind him in his usual garb, Hawaiian shirt, Bermuda shorts, sandals, and his lucky Neptune fishing hat. In his hand, he held his trident, waves of power radiating from it. He moved his eyes from the sea to Percy, smiling at him. “Hi, son.”

Percy stared at his father as the god walked closer to the edge of the water, his trident transforming into a fishing rod. Poseidon cast out his line. The line soared impossibly far out (a little godly magic) before plunking into the water. Next to Percy, another fishing rod appeared. Percy grabbed it and cast it out, his line much closer to shore. They stood there for a while, soaking in the peace.

Eventually, Percy turned to Poseidon. “Dad, what are you doing here?”

“Can’t say hi to my son?” Poseidon asked as he checked his line for a tug. When Percy raised his eyebrow at the god, Poseidon shrugged. “Figured I’d see how you’ve been doing,” he admitted. “Especially after your little adventure with that group. The Avengers, right?”

Percy nodded. “That’s what we’re calling it. And… I’m fine.” He dropped his fishing rod and turned to face his dad. “Did you know about the Norse gods? The Chitauri?”

“We’ve known about the Norse since they were first created. Of course, it’s been a while since they’ve come to Earth, but, nevertheless. And with the Chitauri, not specifically. There are whole other worlds out there, Percy. Even I don’t know most of them, or even how many there are.”

“And why did you never bother to share this information with anyone?”

“It was never relevant. Until now, that is.” Poseidon stroked his beard, shifting his eyes away from the sea to his son. “Your uncle is in a sour mood. Apparently, Loki coming to Earth and waging war broke a treaty between Odin and Zeus. But as the Norse are in space and Zeus has no way of getting in contact, there’s nothing he can really do. I don’t care much for politics. I’ll be spending the next couple months in my palace just so I don’t have to listen to his grumbling and pitiful whining.”

Percy smiled a little. Catching Percy’s smile, Poseidon turned his attention back to his line, a twinkle in his eye. All of a sudden, the line became taught. “Oh, think I got something.” With a small flick of the wrist, the fishing rod started wheeling in the prize. Percy could see the start of a gigantic sea serpent-looking monster. Poseidon only grinned at the monster. “This will do nicely. Amphitrite has been nagging me lately about her new diet, wanting to try new things. Hopefully, this will do the trick.”

The demigod figured his father would just disappear, but the god turned back to Percy. “I need you to remember, son, that no matter what happens in the future, I will always be proud of you. The coming times will be difficult, but I know you will prevail. With the reveal of the Norse, mortals will start to pry into other pantheons. The truth will come out at some point or another, I know it. Zeus is too confident that no one will ever discover the truth, but with the re-introduction of Thor… just know that many people might not be happy. Maybe even some of the gods.”

Percy nodded. When he had shown up in New York, in the midst of battle, he had known there was a chance of the demigods being exposed. And even though he had talked to Fury, and even though the media believed he was a mutant, it seemed like that would come true.

Poseidon clapped Percy on the back. “I’m sorry.” Was all he said before dissolving into the sea breeze, his fishing rod and dinner disappearing along with him. On the beach, a small sand dollar rested just where Poseidon had been standing, with Percy standing there alone.

Annabeth found him half an hour later still staring at the sand dollar. With only a glance at his face, she could guess what had happened. “Your dad?”

“Yeah,” Percy confirmed. He bent down to pick up the sand dollar, turning it over in his hands. It looked remarkably similar to the one Poseidon had given to him on his fifteenth birthday. With a sigh, he stood up and pocketed the sand dollar. “He wanted to talk.”

“About what?”

“A lot. But he said he was proud of me.” Percy took Annabeth’s hand and pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her. She melted into the hug. “He also mentioned how the mortals are going to find out about us, sooner or later.”

Annabeth hummed. “When you first told me, I thought that might happen and just prepared myself for the worst.”

“I still think we have a while. People still doubt that Thor really is the same one from mythology.”

“But there are others out there, Percy. Others that might prod or poke just a little too closely and stumble across something they might not like.”

“We’ll deal with it when it comes. Together.” In the distance, the familiar sound of the conch shell blowing could be heard, calling the campers together for dinner. “Come on,” Percy tugged Annabeth towards the Pavilion. “I’m starving.”

Annabeth laughed. “You’re always starving.”

“Which is exactly why we should go eat. Come on, last one there’s a rotten minotaur!” Percy shouted before taking off. Annabeth followed, laughing and yelling as she chased after him.

\~*~/

A couple of days later, the two sat on the beach, staring up at the sky as bright explosions lit up the night sky above them. They watched as some of the usual fireworks were shown (the camp, George Washington crossing the Delaware River, and the more recent but continuous one of Camp Jupiter).

Percy’s face lit up as bright as the sky when he saw the one of the Avengers, all doing a fighting pose as the firework-Chitauri raced towards them on either side. It was exciting to watch as Percy’s firework-self destroyed some of the aliens, the fireworks exploding even brighter when a Chitauri died.

Finally, when the show was done, courtesy of Leo McSchizzle, Bad Boy Supreme, (Or so the fireworks proclaimed), most of the campers trudged to bed. Percy and Annabeth stayed on the beach; the daughter of Athena curled into Percy’s side. Percy’s eyes gazed at the bright stars. Somewhere out there in the vast emptiness of space, were Thor and his brother. The demigod hoped they were starting to patch things up. He really didn’t need Loki coming back to Earth to try and destroy it again the next time he and Thor had a little squabble.

Beside him, Annabeth yawned. Percy shifted his gaze to look down at her. “I think we better get to bed before the patrol harpies catch us. Want me to walk you to your cabin?”

Annabeth nodded tiredly. “Yes please.”

The two slowly stood up, their legs tired and heavy. They walked hand-in-hand together towards the cabins, both slightly leaning on each other. When they reached cabin six, Percy gave Annabeth a goodnight kiss before watching her head into her cabin. After the door closed, Percy trudged to his own cabin, cabin three. He didn’t bother changing into pajamas, barely managing to get his shoes off before he collapsed onto his bed.

Percy fell asleep with a smile on his face, dreaming of him and Annabeth laying under the stars together.

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Cheerleader/Soccer player PART 5

Ok so I wrote this series years ago (i think like 4 yrs lmao) and I had a very uncharacteristic urge to finish several stuff I have lingering about..

and this was one of them…IDK If anyone is still interested in reading? Lol or even remember? Or maybe you’re new here bc of riptide but lmao surprise I wrote this cringe drabble that turned into a 5 part fic :)

I am like...70% embarrassed by this fic bc i hate mostly every previous part. it was hard to continue bc I had to get over my crippling distaste for sudden POV changes. maybe someday when I’m not too caught up in my own procrastination I’ll go back and rewrite and flesh out this mess and post it on AO3, but for now this’ll have to do.

to the person constantly harassing me to finish it YOU KNOW WHAT ANNIE I FUCKING IFNALLY DID IT OKAY. MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS HAPPY NEW YEAR YOU ASS! @cherylsbosom

also apologies for any typos

PART 5

“Alright, status report girls.”

“I thought we were dropping the fancy lingo?”

“Yeah it’s kinda confusing to keep up with.”

“Status report,” Ally Brooke repeats, sharply eyeing the girls on her bed.

She had invited Dinah and Normani after school to continue discussing a potential plan B.

But from the looks of it, Ally’s got the distinct impression that that’s the last thing on their minds. If their giggling over Dinah’s phone was any obvious indication.

Ally clears her throat pointedly. When that has no effect, Ally stomps her foot. “Girls!”

Dinah drops her phone and Normani’s laughter immediately tapers off.

“We have to focus here. Lives are at stake,” Ally says, as she flips open to the newest empty page in her notepad.

Normani gives her a look of disbelief. Ally almost flushes at the expression, because, okay, maybe she is still getting a bit carried away with this Operation Camren thing.

But she had convinced herself that Camila and Lauren were both too stubborn to realize the obvious. This was all for the sake of love.

And Ally was a firm believer in doing things for the sake of love.

Her eyes glance down at the notepad in time to realize she had already spelled out the mortifying title. She hastily scribbles it out before the girls can see. Normani’s expression turns into an annoyed eye roll.

Fortunately she doesn’t comment, much to the Ally’s relief.

“Mila’s not doing so well,” Dinah says, finally returning her complete attention on the topic at hand. “She’s been ditching soccer practice lately and she never wants to leave her room whenever I try to invite her to go out.”

Ally figured as much. It’s been almost a month since that awful incident at the party, an incident that Camila has been very close lipped about.

Ally had lost count of the number of times she tried to get the girl to open up. Inevitably, each time had always ended in a very indignant frown and an annoyed: “Just drop it Ally, everything is fine, okay?”

Ally wouldn’t press after that. But it was clear that everything most definitely was not okay.

“Lauren is bitchier than usual and I don’t think it has anything to do with the freshman cheerleaders fucking up the pyramid formation,” Normani admits after a while.

Ally sighs at this. She’d been aware of the head cheerleader’s mood swings, witnessing a firsthand account of it yesterday when Lauren completely chewed out a freshman for missing a step in the routine. An honest mistake that really didn’t deserve such a harsh scolding.

Ally had tried to calm Lauren down at the time, but she was having none of it. Instead, Lauren had chosen to stomp off and cut practice short.

Normally, this wouldn’t exactly worry Ally. It wasn’t anything new for Lauren to throw tantrums when things weren’t going her way. But for the tantrums to be so closely followed by a complete emotional 180 was something to be concerned about. And recently Ally had caught Lauren in a state of severe melancholy.

It was a draining experience hanging out with the girls only to have Lauren bringing the atmosphere down with the frequent amount of times she would frown sadly. Or respond sadly. Or even just breathe sadly. Ally had lost count of the sudden urges to shake Lauren and demand what was wrong.

But then, Ally would catch Lauren staring at Camila.

And she had decided that perhaps leaving them alone really was the best option.

Ally plops down at the edge of the bed, defeated.

“And I really thought this was all going to work out.”

“Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be,” Normani offers, as she inspects her nails. “Even though their horoscopes say they’re totally compatible.”

Ally doesn’t question how Normani even knows Camila’s birthday.

Another month passes. Another month of the same strained atmosphere. Ally is sure the rest of the cheerleaders have picked up on their leader’s flip flopped mood swings. The girls on the squad learned to leave a wide span between themselves and Lauren.

The soccer team wasn’t faring much better. Ally had noticed Camila’s performance out on the field had suffered drastically to the point that she’d been sitting out on the bench more often than not.

It was a dreary month for all of them, despite the rapidly approaching homecoming game. Something that she, Lauren, and Normani had excitedly talked about at the beginning of the school year was a topic that had been seemingly forgotten.

Yet the school didn’t share the same sentiment. Everywhere, people were buzzing with pregame excitement weeks before. Hallways were adorned with bright posters and decorations. The school’s PA always made sure to add a final comment reminding students to buy their tickets. Many conversations between classes were heard predicting the outcome of the game.

Today isn’t any different, Ally thinks as she pushes past a group of guys on the football team hyping the other up. She rolls her eyes. The action makes her stop before the cafeteria. She wasn’t like this. Usually she’d join in on the hype. Relish in it.

This whole Lauren and Camila is seriously putting a damper in my mental well being too.

She sighs, pushing through the double doors leading to the cafeteria, feeling a wave of despair at the thought.

The cafeteria is loud and rowdy. More than usual, Ally notices. Her eyes flit over to the source of the noise to find a growing throng of students near the far end of the room.

The shouts and jeers echo across the cafeteria walls, mixing into a cacophonous mess. Ally can’t exactly discern what is being said or cheered. But from the school spirit that’s been thrust in her face recently she thinks she has a pretty good guess.

For a moment, Ally panics that this was a planned lunch event she forgot about, or in one of Lauren’s irrational moods, she’d decided to have an impromptu pep rally to punish the squad.

Ally quickly rifles through her bag, pulling out her weekly planner. After flipping to the latest date, relief spreads through her chest.

No. No scheduled event.

More students gravitate towards the crowd. Ally pushes through several people, in the opposite direction, until she finds Normani.

“What’s going on?” Ally questions, sidling up beside the girl. Normani simply shakes her head.

“I don’t know.”

Ally opens her mouth but Normani quickly cuts in.

“And no, I don’t want to know.”

Ally pouts at her indifference.

The both of them make their way to their usual table. And when Lauren joins them a few moments later, she makes no indication that she’s noticed the unusual overly eager students.

Well that rules out an impromptu pep rally.

Lauren takes a seat. Ally immediately feels a wave of sympathy upon seeing her friend. She takes in Lauren’s miserable frown, the distressed knit of her eyebrows and downcast eyes.

This was probably worse than the random angry outbursts the past month. Seeing Lauren so dejected always managed to pull at her heartstrings.

“Hey girl,” Ally greets, moving to take the seat across from her. Lauren barely lifts up her gaze as she tosses her food with the fork in her other hand.

“Hey,” she answers, casting her eyes down upon the untouched food again.

“You want some of my fruit salad?” Normani probes.” My mom put in some mangos, I know you like them.”

Lauren doesn’t even flinch at the uncharacteristically nice gesture.

“Maybe later.”

Ally and Normani exchange a look. This behavior had seemed to be going further and further into a downward spiral as the weeks progressed. Ally was almost tempted to go through with her intervention.

Look how your meddling turned out.

Maybe Normani was right. Maybe it would be just best to leave them alone.

Ally sighs, before pulling out her own lunch.

The crowd continues to go on strong. The jeers and sneers reverberate throughout the lunchroom even more so than before.

Ally begins to notice that the majority of students are starting to swarm the crowd. Her eyes glance around the people trying to determine the situation. That’s when she realizes something that makes her stomach drop.

“I think that’s the soccer team’s table,” Ally says. The tone of her voice grabs both girls’ attention. She watches as Lauren’s eyes dart towards the crowd and the similar conclusion comes to her. Her expression instantly sparks to life.

Lauren is out of her seat before Ally has time to register anything. She doesn’t even have time to tell her to wait because in the next second Lauren is shoving people out of the way and disappearing among the mass of students.

“Come on,” Ally blurts out, tugging Normani up from her seat to chase after her.

Their process is a lot less effortless than Lauren who had people parting like the red sea after her aggressive pushes.

It’s probably because of the hastily muttered excuse me’s that fall from Ally’s lips. Eventually Normani becomes so frustrated that she just hollers a very loud MOVE.

The students finally part, allowing them to push through until they reach the table…. only to realize that they’re too late.

Ally feels her blood turn cold when she sees her friends.

Slowly, her senses come into focus. And she realizes, dizzily, that cheering she heard earlier were actually people chanting FIGHT.

Dinah and one of the freshmen on the cheer squad are in an intense hair pulling scuffle, while Lauren is on the floor trying to aim a punch on another beneath her, who Ally suddenly recognizes as the girl Lauren chewed out at practice what felt like forever ago.

Ally lunges forward trying to pull Lauren up from the girl, as Normani attempts to pry apart the two other girls beside them.

She manages to get Lauren to her feet, not without a ridiculous amount of struggle. Because then Lauren keeps attempting to hit the girl on the floor. The victim of Lauren’s assault isn’t making things any easier for her either, as she continuously claws at them until Ally gets caught in the fray.

Ally feels her hair being yanked in an awkward angle painfully.

God, if she wasn’t a pacifist she swears she would –

“Stop! Stop! Stop this immediately what on earth are all of you – girls STOP IT!”

The sound of the principal makes them all spring apart from each other.

The six girls are huffing and red faced, attempting to catch their breaths.

Ally’s hand instantly comes to gingerly rub her sore scalp, before scowling at the culprit for the hair pulling. The freshman’s eye is already swelling, and Ally tries to quell the silly surge of pride towards Lauren for getting her good.

She glances at Lauren, sighing in relief that her friend looks unscathed for the most part. Her eyes then come to Dinah and Normani. Dinah is pouting as she tries to fix her mussed hair and Normani is pressing her fingers to her bottom lip in search of blood.

Ally sighs again, and that’s when she remembers the last girl. She searches in a frenzy for Camila, praying she wasn’t a part of this. But then she sees the soccer player, gaping wordlessly at them …completely covered in food.

The principal turns his attention towards them all.

“You seven. My office. Now.”

A month’s worth of scraping gum off the cafeteria tables seems a lot better than a potential suspension. Ally will take what she can get, she decides as they all disperse from the principal’s office.

The two offending freshmen pull Lauren aside to beg for forgiveness. Though from Lauren’s stony expression, Ally figures Lauren is already planning to kick them off the team. But then is momentarily shocked when Lauren accepts their apology stiffly, followed by a malicious threat to stay in line.

(Later on, Ally would find out the girls’ had decided to go after Camila in a misguided attempt lighten up their captain’s somber mood).

“Did you see that girl’s eye? You got her so good, Laurenzo. I’m kind of proud,” Dinah compliments, after the two girls slink away. Lauren’s lips tilt into a small smile.

“Yeah but you practically pulled out her entire weave. That’s impressive,” Lauren responds, a smile finally breaking out.

Not that Ally condones fighting, because, like, she so doesn’t, but it’s nice seeing them get along. Albeit for the wrong reasons. But there’s something so amazing seeing Dinah nudging Lauren in that friendly manner. As if they’d known each other their entire lives.

“You both are ridiculous,” Normani snaps. “I literally just got my nails done yesterday and this happened.” She lifts her hand up to show off a broken middle fingernail. They both laugh and after a while Normani cracks a grin. “But okay, yeah it was kind of bad ass.”

“Kind of? Did you see the other girls?” Dinah demands.

“I don’t really understand how you’re all so happy. We got a month’s detention because you guys can’t communicate like normal people.” Camila’s voice pierces through the lighthearted atmosphere. Ally almost forgets her presence because she had been so silent during their walk through the hallway.

She watches as Camila pulls out a spaghetti noodle from her hair and flicks it to the floor.

“We were defending you,” Lauren mumbles after a while.

“I didn’t ask you to,” Camila snaps. “I was handling it.”

“Clearly,” Lauren mumbles sarcastically.

“You know what?” Camila whirls around. “I don’t need your sarcasm. And I don’t need your stupid sympathy, okay? Today wouldn’t have even happened if you weren’t such a bitch.”

Lauren visibly recoils.

“Mila,” Ally begins but the soccer player shoots her a glare.

“No, don’t do that-“

“It wasn’t my fault,” Lauren begins hotly.

“Like you didn’t plan to have them dump the entire squad’s lunch on me. I have spaghetti noodles in places there shouldn’t be!” Camila snaps.

“Mila, she didn’t know that those girls were going to do that to you. You really think she would send those cheerleaders after you?” Dinah questions.

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

It’s the statement that does it. That plunges the atmosphere completely into a subzero level. That makes Lauren look completely heartbroken. That actually breaks Ally’s heart.

It’s another week of radio silence between the two. Another week of Ally and Normani (and now on occasion Dinah), watching Lauren sigh dejectedly into her food during lunch. Sometimes she’d cast a few sad looks over to the soccer team’s table. And the girls would look upon her sympathetically.

Lauren didn’t know which was worse.

The pity or being ignored. While one was infuriating as hell, the other just…hurt.

This morning in particular was brutal. She had run into Camila in the hallway, accidentally knocking her duffel bag from her shoulder. When she tried to reach down to grab it, Camila scrambled to pick it up herself and hurried away head bowed. The exchange – or lack of one – left Lauren feeling like she was a ghost.

“Would you just talk to her?” Normani groans exasperatedly after Lauren recounts the events to the three of them in Ally’s room after school.

“She practically hates my guts.” Lauren mutters into her pillow.

“Look, as much as I love kicking you especially when you’re down I don’t think I can take any more of your moping. It’s actually starting to depress me,” Normani sighs, sitting down beside Lauren on the bed. “And I doubt she hates you.”

“Yeah, it’s impossible for Mila to hate anything,” Dinah chimes in from her spot on the floor.

“Except me.”

“She’s just really upset right now, Lauren,” Ally supplies. “And rightfully so. You really did a number on her. What the heck did you even say to her at the party?”

At this, Lauren feels her face redden with shame.

She had toyed with the idea of telling them, but she feared that they would hate her more than she hated herself. And she wasn’t ready for any more negativity.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Lauren mumbles. “It was…it was really bad. And I feel really shitty for it too.”

“Then tell her that,” Normani snaps.

That’s easier said than being done, Lauren thinks. She makes a small grunt that earns an eye roll from her friend.

Ally comes to sit next to her and places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Lauren, we’ve all seen the way you look at her.”

Lauren freezes at this. It’s the first time they all sort of acknowledge the big pink elephant of the room that is her more than platonic feelings for the soccer player. And she almost expects mockery or insults. But when she glances up to find them all staring at her supportively, she feels a deep seated worry slowly dissipate.

“And we’re all more than positive she feels the same way,” Ally continues, saying just the right thing to settle her confused doubt.

“Really?”

“Girl, of course she does,” Dinah adds in. “She looks at you like you put the pineapples on her pizza.”

“That’s disgusting, Dinah,” Normani retorts with a fake gag.

“Well where else are you supposed to put pineapples?”

“Um, not on a pizza.”

“It’s called Hawaiian pizza.”

“All that should be on my pizza is pepperoni and cheese,” Normani argues stubbornly.

“How can you not like pineapples on pizza? Who doesn’t like pineapples on pizza?” Dinah demands turning to look at them incredulously.

“I like Canadian bacon,” Ally says unhelpfully.

Lauren tunes the rest of the conversation after the two decide to settle the matter by ordering pizza. Her thoughts stray to the soccer player. And a pang of guilt hits her.

When the pizza arrives twenty minutes later, Normani demands (through a mouth full of Hawaiian pizza) that Lauren take her self-pitying ass next door and grovel for forgiveness.

Dinah agrees, and Ally rephrases that advice in a more encouraging manner. The thumbs up did little for her self esteem as they all but threw her out of Ally’s room and confiscated her phone lest she try to uber it back home.

And that’s really how she finds herself on Camila Cabello’s doorstep, desperately trying to think of ways to get out of knocking.

It’s stupid. This is dumb. There’s no way – absolutely no way Camila would even want to see her. The past week, the soccer player has been pointedly avoiding her.

No, that was an understatement. Lauren was getting the cold shoulder. That blatant icy treatment that left her feeling even worse than before the stupid cafeteria incident.

The last thing Camila had said to her was still plaguing her mind. Camila had insulted her, offended every nerve that could possibly be offended and yet Lauren knew she deserved it. Dinah may have been right – it wasn’t possible for Camila to hate anyone. But reducing Camila to the type of person who could be so incredibly harsh to another person just made the situation all the more worse.

Camila hated her. It wasn’t even something to debate.

Lauren hesitates ringing the doorbell. Her fingertips ghost across the button, brushing the smooth surface uncertainly.

A hundred and one things filter through her head and they all revolve around the girl somewhere behind the door.

She doesn’t get a chance to summon up much courage because in the next second the door is flying open and the Camila Cabello is standing before her.

She doesn’t look as surprised as Lauren feels, which is more than a little disheartening, but she tries not to let it faze her. Instead, she straightens up, almost to the point of rigidity.

Relax Lauren. Jesus. Okay. Here we go-

“What are you doing here?” Camila asks just as Lauren begins to form the apology that was burning to in the back of her throat ever since she Camila ran out of her bedroom crying.

Lauren hesitates, suddenly feeling the little flicker of confidence she fabricated fade away. Camila looks all around unimpressed with her display and this only serves to turn her nerves into jelly. Abort, Lauren. Abort.

NO. You will fucking stay and say your peace or so help me god you dumb shit.

“I asked you a question,” Camila snaps. It seems strange, so completely out of character seeing her so angry. There’s a venom that wasn’t there before in her voice, in her sharp expression that leaves Lauren wishing she had come better prepared for this.

A stab of guilt pricks at her chest as she realizes the only person who made this happen was herself.

Lauren swallows thickly, fiddling with the bracelet on her wrist. The attempt to occupy herself with something besides Camila’s steely gaze is pitiful. But then again, she is a coward. She’s not even sure she can look the girl in the eye anymore.

“Look, if you’re not gonna say anything you might as well just –“

“-I’m sorry!” Lauren blurts out. The desperation of the outcry overwhelms her. She’s not going anywhere until she makes Camila listen – to everything. Because she knows deep down this is her only chance. Her only shot at fixing anything that she’s so despicably good at fucking up.

Camila’s glare softens slightly. It’s very miniscule but it gives Lauren the hope she needs.

“I’m sorry, Camila,” she says again, internally quivering at the name that rolls so effortlessly off her tongue. It comes out so naturally, almost as if it had always sort of had its own place in her voice. As if she was supposed to say it over and over again. Which, admittedly she would do…in the privacy of her room…in the dead of night…where literally no one would be able to hear.

(Of course she would deny ever doing that if anyone asked her).

But it’s the first time she’s ever called Camila by her name. Well the first time non insultingly. And it’s something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the both of them. Lauren feels her face flush suddenly, and Camila’s eyebrows rise.

“Camila,” she pauses, feeling the nervous little buzz building in her stomach at the name. “I didn’t – look, about what happened at the party – I didn’t mean it.”

Camila’s eyes narrow and the walls are back up again.

“It sure didn’t sound like it. Just because you defended me last week, which I didn’t even freaking ask you to do by the way, doesn’t mean I’m going to be welcoming you into my life with open arms,” Camila says. “You humiliated me.”

“I know.”

“No. I don’t think you do, Lauren. It hurt. Like a lot, okay?” Camila blurts out. “I’m not even sure I can forgive you.”

Lauren feels that little glimmer of hope crash dive. This isn’t going as planned. Oh what did she know? There weren’t any plans or any go-to instructions for this kind of situation. How were you even supposed to convince the girl that you’ve been stupidly in love with for four years that you want her?

She flushes at the thought and the familiar wave of denial bubbles up in the pit of her stomach. She can barely even admit that fact inside her own head. How could she possibly even begin to explain it to Camila?

The girl practically thinks she hates her, which she doesn’t. Oh god, she doesn’t even hate her at all.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me, Camila,” Lauren begins, feeling her voice tremble. “I really don’t. I just – I just wanted to explain.”

Camila stares at her expectantly.

“I didn’t know what people were going to think if they found out,” Lauren mutters and Camila rolls her eyes.

“That’s not enough.”

“I was scared.”

“That’s still not enough.”

“Camila, please.”

She sees the girl’s expression soften again, the aggression slowly crumbling away. It gives her the courage she needs, the motivation to bring down her own stupid barrier preventing her from being vulnerable.

And this time, when Camila speaks her anger has soundly melted. “Don’t be scared.”

It’s just a small request, not even louder than a whisper but Lauren can hear it. The conviction behind the three words. The ounce of moral support beneath them. The figurative hesitant arms being slowly opened for her to walk into and it’s enough.

Lauren takes a deep breath, her heart pounding. She swallows thickly and tries to calm the rapid beating.

“I really didn’t mean what I said to you at the party,” she begins

Lauren almost anticipates Camila to make another sarcastic comment, but she simply stares at her so she continues.

“I didn’t mean it when I told you that there wasn’t anything that would happen between us. I didn’t believe it in the slightest because…I wanted something to happen,” she admits in a rush. “And all that stuff about you being no one was just about the shittiest thing I’ve ever said and I feel terrible. It’s not true at all, Camila. Not even a little bit. I was just – I wanted to hurt you because I was the one feeling like the loser. I’m a shitty person know I am.”

“You’re not a shitty person Lauren,” Camila sighs wearily. The admittance makes her hesitate. Makes her stop and stare at Camila keenly, feeling her chest ache suddenly.

Even in her anger, Camila will still defend her. Lauren isn’t even sure if this should please or upset her.

“I am though. And it’s not even about the night of the party. I know I’ve put you through hell for like years. I’ve just been such an idiot about all of this because I was just so fucking scared of what it all meant.” She stops and runs a nervous hand through her hair. “Because I’ve never felt this way, like ever about anyone and I knew, deep down that you had the power to hurt me in the worst way. And I just, like I just refused to give you that power so I thought that if I hurt you first…” Lauren trails off, shaking her head. The shame that’s kept her up all night for weeks manages to creep back up.

She averts her gaze, feeling the all too familiar burning stinging building. The last thing she wanted to do was cry in front of Camila.

“It’s stupid I know,” Lauren mumbles. “It makes no sense – that logic. I’m an idiot and I don’t want to be that person anymore. I don’t want to be that person who gets scared over every fucking little thing, or the person who cares more about her popularity than the things that really matter. I just don’t care about that stuff anymore. Camila, I don’t care. I don’t even – I can’t even properly articulate how fucking sorry I am. For everything. For making your feelings seem like they don’t matter because they do, Camila. They matter so much to me. And…I’m done belittling my own feelings as well because…because they matter too.”

She feels Camila’s eyes burning into the side of her face, almost as if prompting her to turn and face her. But she’s afraid of what she’ll see. Disgust? Anger?

She doesn’t expect the softness. She doesn’t expect the understanding. She doesn’t expect the feel of her fingertips brushing against her. In comfort. Acceptance.

Camila’s warm hands come to grip hers, undoing her tight fist. She feels a palm press into hers and it feels so incredibly intimate that Lauren is almost tempted to pull away. The sudden fear springs up again. The fear of being hurt.

But when she looks up at Camila’s face again, the fear melts.

“What do you feel?” Camila asks gently.

She poses the question that went unanswered in that stuffy room during the party. She’s opening the door of vulnerable opportunity. She’s allowing Lauren a second chance. One that she knows she doesn’t deserve.

A gentle squeeze of their hands prompts Lauren to speak again.

“I feel…” Lauren’s voice dies, as a lump forms in her throat. It’s stupid to get this emotional, she thinks. But god it’s been such a long time since she’s felt anything remotely similar to this. “I feel a lot,” she finishes lamely.

Camila tilts her head. For a second, Lauren feels that she’s going to laugh at her dumb attempt at opening up. But Camila is patient, something that Lauren is beginning to feel grateful for. She’s nothing like Lauren.

“I think you should know, that I…” Lauren trails off uncertainly. She stammers on the spot for a moment. It takes another gentle squeeze for Lauren to calm her nerves. “I think you're the most irritatingly adorable person I've met. I get butterflies every time I'm even in the same room as you, or even when you just look at me because you make me so nervous. And you make me doubt everything and it pisses me off but at the same time I love it because it’s you.” She pauses, releasing a shaky breath. "You’re just – like – I don’t even think you realize how extraordinary you are Camila.”

Lauren averts her eyes. Blearily glowering down at her shoes. Shifting weight between each foot. But Camila’s hand is still in hers. Intertwined. Giving Lauren just enough courage to continue.

“And I know it’s stupid because I’ve been such a bitch to you all of these years. I know it probably doesn’t mean much to you, saying all of this now. I just,” Lauren pauses, searching for the proper words. Her pounding heart isn’t exactly making it any easier. Camila staring at her so intensely isn’t making it any easier either. “I just wanted your attention. And I didn't care if it was negative attention.”

Lauren lets out a shuddering breath. The hand in hers loosens, and Lauren quickly tightens it, keeping their fingers firmly interlocked.

“I wanted your eyes on me. I wanted you to know me. That’s what I’ve always ever wanted, Camila."

The homecoming game falls on a chilly Friday night in October. The winds send a biting chill as the sun falls into its daily descent. The bright lights of the stadium highlights the puffs of breaths exhaled from excited students as they find their seats on the bleachers.

The football teams congregate on either side of the field, huddling for their plays. The cheerleaders form a tight group on the track, coming closer for warmth behind their short, pleated skirts, awaiting their captain’s presence.

The frosty air extends past the field, curling and slithering beneath the cracks of the school’s double doors, spreading through the empty hallways. Even faintly permeating within the small confines of the girl’s locker room. Where the conveniently absent head cheerleader has dragged a more than willing soccer player away from the loud crowded football field.

Lauren presses Camila up against the locker. She feels Camila squirm beneath her weight and she gets a thrill out of it. Her lips brush against Camila’s forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her chin, finally resting upon her mouth. Lauren moves them slow and sensually, closing and parting her lips in a delicious rhythm she has become quite familiar with.

Lauren parts her lips again, taking in the Camila’s bottom lip. Her teeth close around them, almost playfully. It would be playful if Lauren’s hands aren’t currently trying to cop a feel beneath the girl’s shirt.

Camila pulls away breathlessly. Her pants beat enticingly against Lauren’s lips, tempting her to close the gap again. But Camila is resilient, even angling her body away slightly.

“Did the girls give you a hard time?” Camila asks, her hands loosening their tight grip in her hair.

“No, it’s not halftime yet.”

Camila nods and leans back against the locker again.

“Do you think they suspect anything?”

“Please. The girls are still betting on Ally’s dumb Operation Camren plan,” Lauren scoffs. Camila laughs. Lauren feels Camila’s fingers play with the ends of her hair, twirling a few strands.

The uneven pace from the kissing has melted, warming Lauren up inside, as if she had her own personal Camila sweater. The thought almost makes her cringe. When did she turn into such a sap?

“You know, without Ally’s dumb plan this probably wouldn’t have happened,” Camila murmurs.

Lauren wants to disagree. She wants to protest and go through her detailed argument of how very much it would have happened anyway. How they were inevitable from the very beginning. It was only a matter of time because they were made for each other.

But it’s stupid and makes her sound like a weenie, even in her head.

Lauren is a lot of things. But she is most definitely not a weenie.

“Should we thank her?”

“Hmm, probably not,” Camila says, glancing down at Lauren’s lips. “I think she’ll be disappointed that she couldn’t plan our first date.”

There’s always the wedding.

For a horrifying second, Lauren almost says that out loud. It takes her a moment to recover from her almost blunder. She secretly thanks the big man upstairs for gracing her with the ability to keep her mouth shut.

(She makes a mental note to go with Ally to church more often).

“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Lauren finally responds, eyes roaming across Camila’s face. Her flushed expression. Her red, bruised lips, tousled hand blown out eyes. Lauren feels a quiver of happiness and something not quite as innocent fluttering below her waist. Her nails dance around her skin lightly. Camila shivers beneath her touch.

“Are you cold?” Lauren asks in a soft voice.

Camila glances up at her from beneath her eyelashes and Lauren swears she feels her heart stop.

“A little,” Camila murmurs. Lauren doesn’t hesitate in shrugging off her lettermen and draping it over Camila’s shoulders. “Wait, no I was kidding kind of. You can’t give me this you’re gonna get cold and plus everyone is going to see-“

“I’m not gonna need it during the routine,” Lauren reassures in that same soft tone. “And you’re my girlfriend now. Let everyone see.”

Oh god, did that really come out of my mouth? That stupid cheesey dumb good for nothing line that’ll probably make Camz totally cringe. that’s it I’m becoming a Satanist –

But then she looks at Camila and she’s is staring right back at her with an expression Lauren can’t quite put her finger on. But it easily becomes one of her favorites.

She doesn’t get a chance to speak because Camila is pulling her face down for another long, deep kiss. Their lips move at a heated pace. Lauren can feel the message conveyed in the very contours of Camila’s mouth.

I love you.

It’s not time yet. It’s too soon.

But eventually.

Ally bundles up in her letterman, standing next to Normani on the track field. The noise of chatter from the onlookers on the bleachers is a comforting sound, setting in her cold body pleasantly. Her eyes glance towards the football field, watching her boyfriend Troy in his gear, stretching by the bench, before running out into the field to replace another player. It’s the last game of the season and the excitement is tangible.

“Any sign of Lauren? The quarter is about to end. We already be preparing for the routine,” Normani complains.

As if on cue, the head cheerleader runs on to the field hurriedly, looking much too flushed for this cold weather.

“Hey,” Lauren greets, unevenly, making Ally and Normani exchange a furtive look. Lauren catches this. “What?”

“You’re all red,” Ally supplies, rather sheepishly because thinking of Lauren doing whatever she was doing (or who she was doing, rather), isn’t something she wants to picture.

“And you’re …flustered.” Normani smirks.

“Where’s your jacket?” Ally adds.

Finally Lauren snaps. “What is with the third degree? Jesus, I’m here aren’t I? You know what just get into formation.”

Both Ally and Normani resist the urge to laugh at the blushing girl.

Ally doesn’t have the heart to tease her further. Instead, she follows Lauren’s lead, falling into place with the rest of the cheerleaders.

However, as the routine progresses, Ally can’t help but notice something –someone – emerging from the very same double doors their head cheerleader had burst from just moments ago. Out comes a very flustered, but very happy soccer player, wearing a very familiar letterman jacket. And if Ally hadn’t noticed Lauren’s obvious shivering, the fact that Jauregui was engraved across the back in gold letters was telling enough.

Ally watches as Camila practically skips up towards the bleachers to sit beside Dinah, looking absurdly pleased with herself. The sight brings a silly grin to Ally’s face.

She glances over to Lauren who is too busy staring down at her shoes. But Ally notices the distinct pink tinge to her cheeks.

Her attention shifts to Normani and sees that she, too, notices Camila’s sudden wardrobe change. Normani smirks. But both remained tightlipped.

Once halftime is over, Ally watches as Lauren scurries back through the double doors leading to the locker rooms. She doesn’t even wait to have a quick debriefing of their routine, which Ally finds almost irresponsible. Well, she’ll talk to her about that later. It’s not like she doesn’t know what’s got Lauren all flouncy. Or who.

As if to further demonstrate this, Dinah approaches Ally and Normani down from the bleachers with a smug expression on her face.

“I see Laurenzo isn’t with you.”

Normani glances over Dinah’s shoulder.

“Neither is Camila,” Normani states, a matching smirk growing on her face.

They all sort of giggle at their observation.

Camila and Lauren were not discreet at all. Whatever secret they think they had was about as subtle as a neon sign. A blinking one. With dancing interchangeable lights. And fireworks lighting up in the background.

If all of the times Ally’s caught Lauren waiting by Camila’s locker weren’t an obvious indication. It’s probably the hickeys she’s absently seen as Lauren tries to hastily change into her uniform for practice. Or the nights she’s caught Lauren wearing what looked like one of Camila’s jerseys during sleepovers. Or the flowers Camila swears were from her father the days leading up to the game, (even though Ally distinctly remembers her father never buying flowers because of his allergies).

Not that she confronted them about it. At least not directly.

A little teasing maybe. Something that both of her snickering friends could agree with and had wholeheartedly participated in.

But no. No. She’s definitely learned her lesson about meddling…at least until that potential future wedding she’s begun making plans for comes into play.

Which, in that case, Operation Camren 2.0 is definitely a go.

A/N: happy 2018 !

#hwuc fics #wow i can't believe this happened #i still blame you #annie #camren

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pjo musical: the rundown

so i went to see the lightning thief with @angelicomma yesterday and um. oKAY GUYS GALS AND NONBINARY PALS LEMME TELL U ABOUT THIS MOTHER!FUCKIN! SHOW!!!! because it was SO GOOD this is just like. the short list of what i loved about it because oh my god

prepare for the longest post ever

the set was such an aesthetic? it was all very metallic like there was scaffolding and greek columns with graffiti on them? it was very chb and very nyc and overall a Blessing

every time they needed to show a different location they’d do it with the lights so like there were these lights lining the scaffolding that would change color ?? in the underworld they’d flash red, yellow and orange and were made to look like fire and near the ocean theyd be blue and if they were talking about trees itd be green and! if they wanted u to focus on a certain part of the scaffolding it’d be a different light color than any of the other parts which was rad af

the overhead lights were used really well too like when percy was singing about being the son of poseidon or when there was water the lights would be blue and when they were in the forest theyd be green

there is an entire song about how they hate new jersey and how they refuse to die in the garden state. know this

the show was very low budget like oh my god it was great

they didnt make some of their own props so sally walked in once with a trader joe’s bag and also the most important bag in the world (containing the master bolt) was a fucking jansport

their representation of water was just to attach toilet paper rolls to leaf blowers and turn the overhead lights blue like what even

they covered the first 4 rows in toilet paper at one point

also they fuckin deca-casted everyone except for percy (chris mccarrell, the light of my life actually he was so good)

jonathan raviv played chiron, auntie em, random chb girl in a bike helmet and braids (?), random tractor guy (?), a bus driver, a train conductor, hades, and poseidon and im probably missing someone. he had very distinctive characters for all of them not to mention horse puns

“the gods are kind of dicks”

medusa’s eyes were just light up swim goggles

sarah beth pfeifer, who probably has the best comic timing ive seen ever, played clarisse, katie gardner, a fucking squirrel?, mrs. dodds, lotus casino girl, random camper assistant to mr. d, and thalia

*chases annabeth down a flight of stairs with a sword while screaming*

“for their sixteenth birthdays my friends all got cars. I got a fern and a mason jar!”

“ARROWS ARE MADE WITH WOOD. I REFUSE TO PARTICIPATE IN AN ACTIVITY THAT CONDONES VIOLENCE AGAINST OUR ARBOR BRETHREN!”

they had the most roles and they were GREAT

george salazar was such a wonderful grover and mr d oh man

mr d’s whole gag was he’d kick a chair when he got pissed which was hysterical bc the camper assistant would start pouting every time and he also wanted to turn percy into a dolphin

“grover, are you ever going to wear pants again?” “NOPE!”

his solo song was about thalia and how he couldnt save her talk about EMOTIONAL he cried

dam jokes

“we might have more drachmas if you didnt spend them on those DAM SNACKS” “HEY! IT WAS THE HOOVER DAM”

let me talk about. carrie compere for like multiple hot seconds bc GODDAMN GIRL CAN SANG

she was such a good sally. can she be my mom. she sang a song abt percy being special and wonderful and i got a lil teary

“you saved my life, percy. It’s time i learned how to live it.” cryin g

her silena was really funny? like very whiny but very funny.

“every time i bring a boy home, my mom’s there in her nightie [...] she steals my mascara and all my dates!”

she also played sort of charon? underworld guide in this awesome gold dress (she looked SO GOOD) who smacked grover’s goat ass (?????)

“you know, bringing people to the underworld isn’t my only job. I also have a band. wanna hear a demo?” “not really?” “sorry, i can’t hear you over this SWEET ASS RIFF”

“We got everyone! we got kurt kobain, we got beethoven. any requests?” “um, do you have josh groban?” “we will.”

JAMES! HAYDEN ! RODRIGUEZ! was sO GOOD AS LUKE

THERE WAS A GOOD KID REPRISE AND I WAS SHOOKEN

“being a good kid gets you nowhere at all” bruh

they couldn’t have a scorpion onstage so luke just. fucking stabs percy in the back???

He was also a really funny ares and gabe!!

ok and my gal KRISTIN STOKES

fun fact abt me and kristin stokes ..... so we were walking in the same direction after stage door and so me and @angelicomma just walked with her....to the train.... she gave us dessert recs...... and talked about the show (she’s so salty about how rangey her big solo is but trust me she was so good on that song) and also waitress with us.... it was the best experience of all time she is so nice and cool and was wearing jurassic park leggings how rad is she oh my god

her annabeth? was awesome? she was witty and tough and aggressive and i was ABOUT IT

she called out sexism all the damn time

“annabeth, i get it. do you know how many schools i’ve been kicked out of?” “yeah, percy, but when boys mess up they get a second chance.”

“hey, annabeth, who’s your dad?” “he’s a history professor.” “i thought everyone’s dad was-” “a god? that’s my mom. sexist.”

longest yeah boi ever

the moment where she betrayed luke at the end??? YES GIRL

chris mccarrell was such a perfect percy i am elated

“Tartarus? LIKE THE FISH SAUCE???!!!?!?!”

*swings riptide like a lightsaber while making lightsaber noises*

*packages medusa’s head* “To Mount Olympus. Signed, Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase.” “the gods will think we’re impertinent!” “*winning smile* we are impertinent.”

*pouts* “i know how to hold a sword! like this!” annabeth corrects him and he swings it “oh wow actually that’s a lot easier”

in good kid he was like? running around the stage and climbing the scaffolding and shit? and i cried??? the no mom line was the WORST i wanted to actually scream and his voice is so pretty

and he was so shook by his own powers oh man

he was just. so good at the twelve year old thing it was fantastic he was all fidgety and Dramatic (tm) god bless

he loves sally so much!!! all the demigods were salty af abt their parents and he was just quietly singing like “my mom loves hugs and scary movies” and i just. screamed quietly

there were rlly cute percabeth moments too.

percy’s knocked tf out the first time annabeth meets him (she infiltrates his dream a lil) and he sings a lil song abt how she’s beautiful and stuff and he wakes up and she’s all “YOU DROOL IN YOUR SLEEP” shook

she shows up at capture the flag (percy hasnt officially met her yet) and he points at her and was just “gasps YOURE MY DREAM GIRL!” and annabeth side-eyes him hardcore and he goes “UM. THE GIRL. FROM MY DREAM.”

“the god is my mom. sexist.” “NO NO I LOVE GIRLS!” annabeth is shook yet again and percy panics and is like “I MEAN UM THEYRE VERY NICE”

percy gets serious side eye from luke

it’s great

when percy gets stabbed they almost kiss and then grover RUNS ONSTAGE “HEY! here’s your ambrosia percy” goddamn it was DRAMATIC

im definitely missing shit but oh boy it was so so good

i’d kill a man for that soundtrack

if you have the chance (and the money) it’s just. such an Experience and everything i could have ever dreamed of. the cast is great (and theyre all so freakin NICE s/o to kristin especially).

i’d highly recommend it!!! A+ 1000/10

#pjo musical #the lightning thief #the lightning thief musical #tlt musical #pjo #supremememeteme #annaveth #percyyoulittleshit #long post //#maya says stuff #angelicomma #it was AMAZING ahhhhh #BELIEVE IT OR NOT IM LEAVING THINGS OUT #yall reblog this. appreciate the fruits of my labor

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Frenemies? Part 3 (Remus x Reader

Soo… it has been about 2 or so months since I posted the first two parts. I’m sorry that I have not gotten part 3 up soon enough, but I just never had the motivation and I was very busy with homework and school stuff. This semester is literally ending this next Friday so summer will be arriving and I will be able to write more often. YAY!!!! Now onto the story! I literally had to reread both parts because it has been so long. Before I wrote this I didn’t know what angst was and now I do so I guess this short series of parts was angst? I honestly don’t know

Part 1 Part 2

You were laying in your bed staring at the ceiling for a little while. You figured that you kind of need to be productive so you started on your homework. You worked on that and by dinner you had finished about three quarters of your assignments. You did not stop there though and finished the rest. As you put your books and finished homework away, Lily came marching in.

“Hey… Remus told me that you were in here… Do you want to tell me why you didn’t come to dinner and why you would have Remus tell me where you were?” She questioned sitting on her bed, facing you. You didn’t answer until you were done putting your stuff away.

“I found out who Riptide is. I ran into him when he was leaving the classroom…” You started to tell her while fidgeting with your hands a bit.

“And? Who is he? Is he cute?” She started to throw the questions at you left and right and you had to interrupt her to be able to answer any of the questions.

“One question at a time Lils.” You declared holding your hands up to stop her. She nodded quickly and motioned for you to continue with her hands.

“Okay first who is it?” She asked eagerly. Boy, was she in for a surprise.

“It’s Remus…” You sighed and shifted your gaze to the ground. Lily audibly gasped.

“You’re joking!” She exclaimed in disbelief. When you said nothing else she bit her lip. “Just to be clear, is this a bad thing?”

“Lily I poured my heart and soul into him. He knows everything about me! How could that be a good thing?” You declared and flopped back onto your bed.

“Well if you’ve told me everything about your conversations, you always told him how your day was and how upset you felt after a bad one with those boys constantly messing with you. Maybe he’ll realize how he and his friends have hurt you and they’ll stop!” She suggested hopping up and sitting on the side of your bed, next to you.

“Maybe… Or he now knows my worst fears and what distresses me the most and it’ll get worse.” You groaned just at the thought of it.

Lily rolled her eyes. “So what was his reply to your note today?” She asked curiously.

“Well he said that we could meet, like a blind date. At the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmead no less. To think I was going to agree to it! And then when he confessed that he was Riptide he said he was sorry for everything and that he just got carried away with James and Sirius’ pranks! Can you believe that?” You let out a breath and looked up at the red head.

“Well yeah, he now knows how he has been affecting you. You two got a long great over the notes… Why can’t you just try to be friends with him?” She suggested and you sighed.

“I don’t know Lily…” You started and stopped when you saw the look she was giving you. You shrugged at her with a small pout.

“Fine you can move at your own pace Miss Pouty.” Lily conceded and stood up. “Want to work on the homework?” She asked to which you laughed.

“Sorry Lily, but I already finished it all. I can watch you do it though.” You offered smiling. She laughed and nodded.

“Of course, you would come up here with your heart broken and finish all of your homework.” She teased getting her homework out.

“My heart wasn’t broken Lily. I was just a bit upset.” You countered pointing at her to which she raised her eyebrows to.

“Sure y/n, sure…” She smiled and sat on her bed.

Soon it was the Friday before the first Hogsmead trip and you were on your way to the Gryffindor common room. The Marauders had stopped bugging you, but you were being cautious. It was strange and you were starting to think that they had actually stopped because you and Remus had learned that you were writing notes to the other. Either that or they were planning a large prank on you. You were hoping for the first one.

You were alone because Lily had to talk to one of your professors. You offered to go with her, but she was quick to deny. You had been shocked. She never declined before and so you weren’t sure what was up.

You reached the fat lady’s portrait and told her the password: flabberworm. Once it swung open, you entered and you would have gone to sit on the couch by the fire place to wait for Lily if it wasn’t that the Marauders were seated there. You made your way to the staircase to the girls’ dorms when a familiar male’s voice called out to you.

“Y/l/n , come sit… We would like to talk with you!” Sirius called out when Remus wouldn’t.

You turn to look at them and cross your arms. “Why, Black?” You ask narrowing your eyes at him.

“Relax... Remus here just wants to ask you somethi- ow Remus why did you kick me?” He asked turning to the other boy who rolled his eyes.

You walked over and sat next to Remus, facing him. “Alright Lupin, let’s hear it.” You nodded to him.

He sighed and glanced at Sirius who gave him a thumbs up. “I was wondering if we could go to Hogsmead together?” You glanced around the room before your eyes landed on Remus again.

“As a date?” You asked utterly confused.

“No no no.” He said quickly shaking his head. “Just as friends. I know we originally were anonymously friends so I would like to take that friendship from the notes and to person to person instead.” He nodded as if agreeing with himself.

You mulled it over and bit your lip before shrugging. “Sure. Why not? How bad can it be?” You decided and stood up.

“Now you don’t have to be alone at Hogsmead Y/n! You have a date too!” James exclaimed looking up at you. You rolled your eyes and gave a flick to his forehead before going to the staircase and heading up to your dorm.

That’s it guys. This is the end unless you guys want a part 4 with the trip to Hogsmead. Let me know and thanks for reading!

Tags: @awkward--jay

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The 2017 I’ds of March!

The concept is this – for the Ides of March, I tell you things that I’d have done in certain comics!!

But don’t worry, I’m not talking about simple 20/20 hindsight things like pick a famous bad storyline and just say, “I wouldn’t have done that” or “You know that cool character? I wouldn’t have killed him/her.”

No, I mean more like tweaks and nudges, stuff like that. Not major changes.

You can check out past years’ I’ds to see what I’m talking about, or just read on!

RELATED: The 2016 I’ds of March!

I’d give Emma Frost her own “X-Men” title

When Brian Michael Bendis launched “Uncanny X-Men” a few years back, following “Avengers vs. X-Men,” it seemed like a novel approach to the “X-Men,” where he was taking the idea of mutants being hated and feared and actually putting that into effect. Here was a team of X-Men that was legitimately hated and feared. That angle, though, did not last particularly long. However, after the events of “Inhumans vs. X-Men,” it would be hard-pressed to see Emma Frost get redeemed any time soon, while with Cyclops it was rather easy to have him get redemption. With Emma Frost debuting a new team of X-Men with her during the upcoming “Secret Empire” crossover, I’d like to see this team of X-Men in an ongoing series to see what it’s like when not only are you legitimately hunted and feared, but that there is a very good reason for them to BE hunted and feared.

I’d bring Silver St. Cloud back into the “Batman” titles

Of all of Batman’s various love interests, my favorite has always been Silver St. Cloud, from Steve Englehart, Marshall Rogers and Terry Austin’s “Detective Comics” run (although Walter Simonson was actually the first artist to draw Silver St. Cloud, which people often forget). When last we saw her, she wasn’t in particularly good shape, so I’d like to see her show up again in the pages of either “Batman” or “Detective Comics,” if only so that we could put “The Widening Gyre” out of continuity.

I’d have Jim Starlin write (and, if possible, draw) an Adam Warlock ongoing series

I suspect that Jim Starlin’s days of drawing a regular comic book series are probably beyond him, but he’s been working with Alan Davis for a while (on “The Infinity Entity” and now a “Guardians of the Galaxy” miniseries) and I think it would be interesting to see him tackle Adam Warlock on a regular basis again for the first time since he wrote “Warlock and the Infinity Watch,” which was a really fun ongoing series back in the 1990s. Starlin’s last crack at an ongoing series for Marvel was “Thanos,” which I thought got off to a good beginning before Starlin and Marvel parted ways.

RELATED: The 2015 I’ds of March!

I’d create a Stephen J. Cannell comic book universe

The late, great TV writer Stephen J. Cannell had a real knack for coming up with engaging, action-driven TV series that had a good deal of character and heart, as well. I think a number of his properties could adapt easily into comic books, and in fact, I think you could probably pretty easily create a sort of shared universe of Cannell-properties. “Riptide” and “The A-Team” could easily share a universe, as could “Wiseguy” and “21 Jump Street.” “Wiseguy,” in particular, seems tailor-made for a series of miniseries, with each miniseries being a different undercover operation. I’m a bit less sure of how “Rockford Files” would fit in with the rest of them, but I could still see Jim Rockford as working as a comic book character. Heck, I bet Rockford would translate to modern times pretty darn well, honestly.

I’d bring Pete Ross into the “Superman” books

With the current Superman dealing with his family-type stories, I think that working his childhood best friend into things would work quite well. Pete Ross was always a fascinating guy, in that he has heroic without being an active “punch the bad guy” type of hero and I think that’s the sort of sounding board that would be perfect for the current Superman as he debates his place on this world and how to deal with his super son. For a while there in the 1970s, Pete was one of the few DC characters who actually HAD a kid. Heck, maybe it would be nice to see Pete have a kid again, so Superman’s son would have someone normal to play with without worrying about his secret identity.

I’d have Tabitha Smith join the cast of “Weapon X”

Now, do note that I just like Tabitha Smith period, so if you had said to me, “Hey, Brian, should Tabitha Smith join this team book?” I would say yes, whatever book it is. “Uncanny Inhumans?” Sure. “Uncanny Avengers?” Sure. “Uncanny X-Men?” Sure.

However, I think she would be even more interesting on this specific book, as “Weapon X” is about an interesting mixture of heroes and anti-heroes trying to take down the newly reformed (and even more evil than normal) Weapon X. One of those characters is Sabretooth, and I would love to see him interact with Tabitha, as theirs was a complicated relationship in the mid-90s when she began to really care for him as a sort of father figure and he turned on her in a deadly way.

I’d let some licensed characters wield a Green Lantern ring

There have been a bunch of really fun crossovers between the characters from the Green Lantern Corps and some licensed characters, but for whatever reason, no licensed character ever seems to get to wear a Green Lantern ring. Is James T. Kirk seriously not worthy of wearing a Green Lantern ring? I mean, come on, that dude is ALL about overcoming fear! The crossovers have been quite free with letting characters wear Red Lantern rings, Yellow Lantern rings, etc. but not Green Lantern rings.

RELATED: The 2014 I’ds of March!

I’d have Silk join a superhero team

The Asian superhero team-up in “Totally Awesome Hulk” has been a lot of fun (one might even term it “totally awesome”), and it made me think that I’d really like to see Silk join a superhero team. She’s been around for a while now and I think she’d have some interesting interactions on whatever team she ended up on. There are, like, 564 different Avengers teams. Surely she would work on ONE of them, right?

I’d have Bronze Tiger join the Suicide Squad

It’s interesting that certain members of the Suicide Squad seem like “must have” members of the Squad, like Deadshot and Captain Boomerang, but I think Bronze Tiger belongs right there with those guys. The idea of a good man who had been brainwashed into doing some awful things and then deciding to redeem himself by doing good things alongside a bunch of bad guys? That’s a great hook and it is one that I think would work really well on an ongoing basis, so I’d love to see him rejoin the Squad.

I’d have Guy Gardner and Ice re-pursue their relationship

With Guy looking like he’ll be spending more time on Earth again, I’d love to see him and Ice look into their relationship again. It was such an interesting dynamic between the two. The brash Guy and the reserved Ice, each bringing out something good in the other (Guy learning to be less of a reckless jerk and Ice learning to open up more).

Okay, those are MY “I’ds” of March, so now you folks share YOUR I’ds in the comments section! Or on Twitter. Or on Facebook. Wherever you feel like, really.

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God!Percy fic chapter 2

Previous chapter: https://valdez-and-the-argo-crew.tumblr.com/post/190161565556/godpercy-fic-chapter-1

I woke up to the shimmering form of Annabeth standing at the foot of my bed.

“Di imortales!” I exclaimed, sitting up and pulling a shirt on.

“Rise and shine, Seaweed Brain.” She laughed. She looked more mature than I remember, although that might be because I still remember her as a 16 year old, rather than a 26 year old.

“A little warning would be great, you can’t just Iris message me out of nowhere when you know full well I’m trying to get my beauty sleep.” I pouted.

“Percy it’s like noon where you are, don’t you have like, camp duties to do?” She asked.

“Yeah probably but I haven’t slept in a hot minute, god stuff ya know? Anyways...” I shrugged. “Why are you calling?”

“I just wanted you to know that I’m on my way over, Grover and I left Camp Jupiter yesterday. Had to stop so my pegasus could rest, but we’ll be there probably late afternoon, maybe early evening.” She said.

“Alright cool!” I smiled wide. I hadn’t seen Annabeth in person since the winter solstice, so it was good to finally be seeing her.

The iris message vision started to flicker and fade slowly. It made me kinda sad because now that I’m talking to her, it made me realize just how much I miss her.

“I got to go, but I’ll see you then, Aquaman.” She laughed.

I rolled my eyes at the nickname. “Whatever you say Wise girl.”

She laughed and shook her head as the message faded to almost nothing. “Oh! By the way...you still drool when you sleep.”

With that, the Iris Message faded away completely and I was alone again, but this time with something to look foreword to.

With a very dramatic sigh, I rolled out of bed and grabbed one of my many orange shirts and tugged it over my head. I looked in the mirror I hung over my bed, and noticed my hair was an absolute disaster.

I used my Very Impressive Godly Powers to fix it, since that took absolutely no effort. Theoretically I could look however I wanted, but I chose to look like regular me aging at a regular pace. So basically I look not a day over 25.

After I finish getting ready, I grab riptide off my night stand and I head out the door to the arena. Nothing like a little sword practice in the morning to get me amped up.

I dragged out a training dummy from the shed and start hacking away at it.

I practiced on the dummy until any mortal would’ve been exhausted, but of course I hadn’t broken a sweat. I capped riptide and put the dummy back just as the conch sounded for lunch.

I wasn’t hungry but I walked to the dining hall anyways, sitting at the head table next to Chiron. I grabbed a square of ambrosia and took a bite, washing it down with nectar. Being a god had its perks, like being able to have ambrosia without consequences.

“Afternoon, Percy,” Chiron smiled warmly.

I acknowledged his greeting with a nod as I had more ambrosia.

“Always the appetite,” Chiron chuckled as I finished.

“Hey, don’t judge me I can do what I want.” I laughed. I looked out to all the campers eating and talking at the tables. There were even more campers than yesterday, since more campers keep flooding in. Most of them were claimed right as they crossed past Thalia’s tree, but a few joined Jamie in the Hermes cabin.

Speaking of Jamie, I noticed he looked left out. He was picking at his lunch and hardly talking. I frowned and got up.

“I’ll be back,” I told Chiron, walking away from the head table and over to Jamie. He noticeably perked up when he saw me.

“Percy!” He smiled widely.

“Hey buddy,” I said, standing behind him. I looked at Jacob. “Is there room for me to sit?”

“There’s plenty of room.” He smiled and gestured for me to sit.

I squeezed in next to Jamie, who, once again clung to my arm. He stopped picking at his food and started eating.

I wondered why it was, that Jamie found so much comfort in me, that allowed him to open up. He kept shoveling food down his face, until he finally washed it down with the apple juice in his goblet.

Soon lunch was over. Afternoon activities began, but I went down to the ocean to think. I stepped into the water and walked until my head was all the way under.

As always, I felt calmer here. I felt safer and protected. Thanks dad.

I looked at the passing fish, talking to a few of them as they pass by. Fish aren’t usually very intelligent so it was mostly one sided.

I tread further into the water, the silt and sand in the water swirling around my arms and legs as I walked.

It was silent down here. The only sound was the gentle waves lapping above in a mesmerizing rhythm. The pull of the undertow dragged me farther out, and I obliged, following the current out to sea.

I held out my hands and willed my godly power to flow through my hands and to the water in front of me. I created air bubbles and manipulated the water, just having a bit of fun. I’d never really had a chance to do this before, even though I could’ve done exactly what I’m doing now countless times.

When Zeus told me I was going to be assigned to camp half blood for a while, he took away some of my powers, sort of like a parental control lock (or in this case, divine uncle lock). He said that if I was to be the first god campers interacted with, I shouldn’t have all my powers, because Zeus doesn’t trust me not to loose control. I can’t even tell which camper has which god as a parent, which is unfortunate, because I could’ve helped Jamie.

I focused back on the water, willing it to become a violent raging whirlpool for about a minute, before calming it down again.

What else could I do with my powers?

I didn’t have my own domain like my dad or any of the Big Gods, so as far as I could tell my powers were just my regular Son Of Poseidon powers...but I felt more powerful.

I walked farther into the water and created little ripples of water all around me. I was like Elsa, but less ice-princess-y and more lame-god-playing-around-underwater.

Just for laughs, I made a snowman out of sand, but it quickly fell apart. I laughed and sent a wave over where it had been to dispel the sand.

I created a few more waves just to see if I could. Each one was bigger than the next, though they always fell away before reaching the shore.

I felt free. I miss being able to harness the water while fighting some giant big bad evil person or monster. But quests are reserved for demigods. Maybe I’ll go off and slay some monsters for fun.

I willed a giant wave to form. The kind that knocks you under and spins you around and you’re left directionless with salt water in your nose and mouth. I wasn’t going to let the wave loose, I just wanted to see how big and dangerous I could make a wave.

But a dumb fish distracted me and caused me to let go of the wave, causing it to head directly for Camp Half Blood.

Crap.

That wave was like 10 feet tall and fast moving.

I propelled myself foreword in the water, trying to catch up with the wave. I could tell people at camp had already noticed it, and had started to take cover.

I broke through the wave and ran to the shore, yelling at a few stray campers to get out of my way. I finally got to a good enough distance away and turned around, my hands extended, willing the wave to break apart.

The wave wasn’t listening.

It barreled towards me and the few campers who weren’t smart enough to scram.

“STOP!” I yelled at the wave, using every ounce of power I had to break the wave.

Still nothing.

I started to panic. I’d created a tidal wave that was about to destroy part of camp.

I closed my eyes and braced for the wave to hit, but it never came. Instead came the last voice I’d expected to hear.

“You have an explanation for this?”

I opened my eyes and saw a middle aged guy in a Hawaiian shirt. My dad. He didn’t look happy.

I was about to start talking but Chiron walked over, arms crossed and disappointment evident. I feel like I’m back at a parent teacher conference.

“My bad?” I said with a weak laugh.

“Percy you sent a tidal wave at your camp.” My father scolded. “Why were you making tidal waves?”

“I was just bored.” I mumbled, looking down at the sand.

“My boy, when you’re bored, you make sand castles, you talk to the local fish, you don’t destroy your camp.” Poseidon said firmly.

“I know. I’m sorry.” I said, trying to look him in the eye.

I noticed a few campers starting to gather around, including Jamie.

“Perhaps we’d better take this to thenBig House,” Chiron suggested.

“I agree, though I can’t stay for long.” Poseidon nodded. Chiron and I walked to the Big House while Poseidon just teleported.

Inside, I sat on a couch, trying to take the glare of the god and centaur who were currently mad at me. It wasn’t easy.

“Tell us again what happened, Percy.” Chiron looked at me.

“I just wanted to have a little fun, and to see what I can do.” I explained.

“But you’re smart enough to know what you’re doing. Why the tidal wave?” Poseidon crossed his arms.

“I promise I never meant to send it towards camp. I was going to make the wave go away after I finished forming it but some little minnow distracted me.” I said.

“What I want to know is why you were making a wave that big.” Chiron looked at me for an answer.

I shrugged and sighed. “I miss the adrenaline of a fight, one where I can just call upon everything I have and take down a monster with my power and sword. I’ve just been here for 10 years with nothing to do.”

“But you happily agreed to train sword fighting,” Chiron said.

“And I love it, but it’s not enough. I want to just battle monsters...but all the quests go to the demigods.”

“Percy, you will have plenty of time in your life to experience fighting with all your strength. The next time a great prophecy is issued, I know we gods will have to get involved.” Poseidon said. “Be patient my son. And try to contain yourself, okay?”

“I know, I really am sorry.” I said sincerely.

A moment of uncomfortable silence passed between the three of us.

“Right, well I’d best be headed back to my kingdom. It was good to see both of you.” Poseidon smiled, going back to his usual warm demeanor.

“We can see you out,” Chiron said, opening the door for my dad and me.

To my surprise, someone was leaning against the porch railing, polishing her dagger absentmindedly. Just the sight of her made me completely forget about what had happened.

“Annabeth!” I smiled wide and ran forward to give her a hug. “Where’s Grover?”

“In the woods with Juniper. Talked about her the whole way back.” She laughed, and then noticed my dad behind me.

“Lord Poseidon...? What brings you here?” Annabeth asked, looking between him and Chiron. Great, my dad is going to humiliate me in front of my best friend.

“Oh nothing, there was just a mishap off the sound so I came here to assure everything was alright. Percy can tell you about it later.”

Annabeth raised an eyebrow, turning her head towards me. I felt myself go red so I looked away.

“Anyways, it’s good to see you seaweed brain.” Annabeth smiled.

“You too, Owl head,” I quipped back. “We were just gonna walk back to the shore. Come with?”

“I see no reason not to.” She shrugged. The four of us started walking back to the beach. We were almost there when Poseidon paused.

“While I’m here, I suppose there is one thing I need to do.” He said and turned to look at the crowd of campers that were following us. He pointed right at Jamie, and I knew what he was going to say in an instant. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.

Annabeth noticed too. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was looking between me, Jamie and Poseidon.

The jet black, windswept hair, the sea green eyes, the fierce expression and inquisitive smile, and even though my skin tone was slightly darker than his, we both had the same beach-y tan look...

“Jamie Reed,” Poseidon smiled and beckoned him forward. “It’s nice to meet you, my son.”

A collective gasp arose from the campers who had tethered around. Poseidon put his hand on Jamie’s shoulder and a sea green trident lit up above Jamie’s head. The little boy was awe struck.

Chiron stepped forward. “All hail Jamie Reed, brother to Percy, and Son of the ocean, the earth shaker; Poseidon”

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