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The first time Annabeth Chase meets Percy Jackson is much more anticlimactic than she imagined.

It’s not that Annabeth spent a lot of time actively thinking about someone she’s never met, but being a student at Pine Senior High School means that an active education in the ongoings of Percy Jackson’s life is inevitable. Annabeth is aware that something similar happens on the other side of town, with her name instead. That’s the nature of the rivalry between the only two high schools in Olympus; every sports team and club is pitted against their sister school of Jupiter. Akin to the rivalry between Poseidon and Athena, this one between the Spartans and Gladiators was born of hormonal adolescent egos and mutual loathing.

Annabeth has experienced being caught in the crosshairs of the ill-fated rivalry more times than she can count. Being one of Pine’s star athletes guarantees that her high school uses her as ammunition and bragging grounds every chance she gets. While she has as much- if not more- school spirit as the next girl, she has no desire to participate in the cutthroat barbs and practical jokes that the majority of the student body takes so much joy in. She makes it a point to attend all major school meets and games against Jupiter, if not for her interest in the sports themselves then for her fascination of how the rivalry makes her already arrogant and hypermasculine peers even more conceited and stupid. It’s at these basketball games, swim meets, and track meets that she glimpses him at first. She always sits at the very top of the bleachers with Reyna (except during track season where she has her own events to worry about, thank you very much) so that they can make fun of all of the posturing and go over schoolwork together.  Annabeth can admit that he’s an incredible athlete; right up there with people like Frank Zhang and Jason Grace. She knows that he’s the only junior in Olympus that has a faster mile than her, but she’s never had a desire to seek him out after a track meet or her occasional volleyball games she spots him at. They simply existed on different worlds.

It sometimes seems like both of them were riding different trains on parallel tracks- fated to glimpse the other occasionally, but never to meet. That’s partially why she is so surprised when she spots him at Chiron’s Stop and Shop- very much on the Pine section of town. Chiron’s has always been one of her favorite places. It’s owner was an old family friend who taught her how to deal with her dyslexia when she was younger. He’s always been a mentor and father figure to her, and she picks up shifts at the store on weekends. It’s not that people from Jupiter aren’t allowed on this side of town, but they aren’t exactly expected. Percy Jackson with his shock of black hair and sea green eyes is utterly recognizable- not to mention that he’s wearing a purple hoodie with the words JHS Gladiators emblazoned on the front. It’s like painting a target on your back while simultaneously walking into a war zone. She considers walking away, but he spots her first.

“Hey! You’re Annabeth, right?” he calls out just as she was about to begin her retreat. “You do soccer and track and stuff at Pine.” The way he’s rocking back and forth on his heels reminds her entirely of Leo, and she wonders if he had ADHD too. It’s certainly a big part of why Annabeth’s so involved in sports- it’s nearly impossible to get rid of the restlessness she always feels. She’s suddenly aware of the fact that she hasn’t brushed her hair all day, or bothered to conceal the circles under her eyes

“Soccer and track and stuff. That’s me.” she answers “and you’re Jupiter’s swimming god.” He’s a couple inches taller than her, and even more tan, like he spent all his free time at a beach instead of a tiny town in Virginia.

“So that’s what they call me on this side of the creek, huh?” he questions. “You know, people say that you’re the best forward that the town has seen in years.”

“So what, pray tell, is one of Westbury’s revered athletes doing on this side of town?” Annabeth prods “You know, if any other student had noticed you you’d have been immediately sentenced to death by overzealous high schoolers.”

Percy lets loose a quiet laugh at this, and she can’t help the sliver of satisfaction that snakes through her body. He looks oddly embarrassed, and the sheer normalcy of his accompanying flush goes against all her prior expectations of this boy. She takes in the way he bites down on his lip as he unfurls his right wrist to reveal a small cellophane package filled with… dolphins?

“You… risked your well being in order to buy candy dolphins?” Annabeth can’t help the astonishment in her voice. Percy looks deeply offended

“They’re gummy sharks.” He protested “and they’re my lifeblood. Seriously, Annabeth, gummy sharks are the food of the gods.” he continues, “my cousin, Nico is supposed to supply me with them, since this is the only place in town which sells them, but he’s on some stupid date which means I have to do everything myself as per usual.”

By the time he’s finished with his tirade, his eyebrows are knitted together in concentration and his hands are still moving to finish his latest dramatic gesture.

“Nico Di Angelo?” she questions “He’s your cousin?” Thanks to her longstanding friendship with Will, Annabeth cannot go 24 hours without hearing him ramble on and on about the gorgeous brunette with the gorgeous dark eyes that- oh god annabeth they make me want to melt he’s so out of my league. It took Will an entire semester of pining from a distance before he finally made a move and Annabeth has spent the entirety of the last two weeks helping Will plan an overly complex date meant to woo his pants off, in his own words.

“You know him?” Percy questions

“Indirectly. My friend Will has spent so much time talking about his enormous crush that I probably know more about your cousin than I do myself. Will’s probably setting off heart shaped fireworks as we speak.”

“Ah. So he’s the blond haired casanova that Nico hasn’t been able to shut up about for the past few months. It’s gotten quite concerning, really.”

Their conversation continues and she finds herself enjoying his personality more than she’s willing to admit. She tells him about her visions of becoming an architect, her soccer team, her qualms and praises of the most recent star wars installment… and before she knows it, her phone chimes with a text from Piper asking why in the name of all that is holy, has it taken her over two hours to buy a jar of salsa. She quickly excuses herself from the conversation, and grabs a couple extra jars of queso just to appease Piper.  

She mulls over the conversation as she make her way around the block to Piper’s house. It’s odd, how instantly comfortable she was with him. It took her weeks before she had felt that close to any of her other friends. It’s not until she is comfortably nestled between Piper and Reyna, deep into the Goblet of Fire, that she notices the small pale yellow post it on the side of the salsa jar. Scrawled (almost illegibly, she notes) are 10 digits, signed PJ. Piper instantly leans over and lets out a low whistle, her chestnut colored braids brushing Annabeth’s face.

“Damn, Chase has game!” Annabeth squints at her and swats at her hair. This catches Reyna’s interest and she turns away from the screen.

“Who’s PJ?” she asks as she shoots her a smirk. She knows that they’re trying to be nonchalant about it, but the glimmer in Piper’s eyes tells her otherwise. She hasn’t done anything remotely romantic since her historic crush on Luke in middle school which resulted in one date freshmen year before he moved away. Piper has been begging her to go on a date ever since.

“Percy Jackson.” She mutters, making sure to fixate her eyes on Victor Krum. The effect of her words is no less than she predicted. Piper squeals and drops her Tostitos and Reyna raises both eyebrows, instead of just one.

“Like, Jupiter’s Percy Jackson? Thalia’s cousin? If so, congratulations- he’s like seven different levels of fine.” Piper proclaims  “I prefer blonds, though.” Reyna glances back at the number and frowns.

“I hate people from Jupiter. They’re like mini-Kardashians. No offense Piper.” Piper tugs thoughtfully at her braid. It was true that students that went to Jupiter were generally more wealthy than the ones at Pine with the exception of the Mcleans, but it didn’t seem like Percy was airheaded or conceited.

“So! Are you going to- CEDRIC NO!” Piper shrieks and covers her eyes with her hands. Annabeth mentally thanks Voldemort for the distraction as Reyna shoots her a meaningful look. She glances back down at the post-it note in her hand and smiles, thinking about what Piper was about to ask. Maybe she would.

AN: so this is the first thing I’ve written ever?? and I threw it together pretty quickly and I would beyond grateful for any criticism and ideas and hopefully I’ll be able to build on this and improve it to a point where it’ll be acceptable. I’m serious. I will personally buy you the moon if you give me writing advice go ahead and PLEASE tear this apart.

Good Grief ≡ Sam Wilson ≡ Part 1/?

bGet prepared for an emotional rollercoaster. This is going to be a drabble ish series for @whothehellisbella Summer Music Challenge. The song of my choice is Good Grief by Bastille.

Series Summary: The Reader and Sam’s love story
Chapter Summary: The first time they meet

Warnings: I don’t think there are any? Fireworks?

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Place de la Bastille. Au sommet de la colonne de Juillet trône le Génie de la Liberté. At the top of the July column stands the Genie of Liberty. 

Photo © A.G Photographe

The FAHC think themselves kings, call themselves rulers, act like they built the city, like they did anything but burn it to the ground. They are a blight upon Los Santos, they are a plague. There’s a darkness in them, one no one can ignore, a corruption that runs deep and irredeemable. It must have started somewhere, come from something, but outsiders can only wonder if it was born from the crew, spreading out across their domain or if it sunk into them from the city itself. Some are perceptive enough to blame the leader, to recognise the way he created this, the way he revels in the wickedness of his domain, but even they will never know the answer, never hear the true story of Ramsey’s decent.

Geoff grew up on the worst kind of stories of heaven and hell, of sin and punishment and purgatory. Where glory is sacrifice and pain, obedience and punishment. Where holy is the carrot you never quite reach, the stick that reminds you of your place. He grew up making sacrifice without reward, practicing obedience and still being punished, looking up for answers and hearing nothing but his own voice railing against broken promises.

Something has to give, and give it does; first patience, then forgiveness, then faith. Then glass bottles and abandoned houses, then Geoff’s knuckles, someone’s jaw. Someone’s skull. It’s not like Geoff was looking to be a killer, he didn’t mean to keep crushing the life out of people, but he couldn’t live in limbo forever and surely there was no greater test. Surely this was as bad as anyone could be, this of all things would blacken his soul, and still nothing struck him down. Still nothing stood in his way. And that was that, really. Because if you’re going to be bad you may as well be the worst. If you’re going to fall you might as well plummet. There’s apathy and then there’s anarchy, and when push comes to shove Geoff has never been an underachiever.

So he plummets, into the darkest corners of the city, into the bloodiest jobs and nastiest gangs, into the kind of sin that is never forgiven. The kind that no longer seeks forgiveness. Even when he takes a turn, cleans up his act and stops rolling around with the lowest of the low Geoff doesn’t look back. Doesn’t regret. He pulls himself together but he doesn’t pull himself out, doesn’t even try, just thinks bigger. Thinks about kingdoms, about empires, about the kind of power that inspires awe. That inspires fear and respect. Obedience.

Darkness, like misery, is always after company, always on the lookout for similar minds, for those who can be dragged in, dragged down. Geoff wasn’t exactly collecting angels, but an argument could be made that the members of the FAHC are worlds worse together than any were apart. That the monstrous parts of them came from somewhere. Came from someone. Maybe it was inevitable regardless, maybe not, Geoff doesn’t care either way; they’re his now and he’s never letting them go.

What he does let go of, somewhere along the line, are some of his sharper edges; splits who he has to be when he’s at work from who he is with his crew, packs the nasty ruthlessness of Ramsey away and brings back the more mellow aspects of Geoff. He learns to seperate fear from respect, recognises that there are greater things than obedience, that there are things worthy of sacrifice. Geoff stopped looking up for answers a long time ago, stopped waiting for something to come along and save him. Now he looks down at his own kingdom, dark and dirty but entirely his own, and maybe it will never be holy but it’s more salvation than he’d ever dreamed of.


yellow - coldplay // heal - tom odell // bones - lewis watson // cold skin - to kill a king // get home - bastille // rollercoaster - bleachers  // dog days are over - florence + the machine // wake me up when september ends - green day // bleeding out - imagine dragons // stolen dance - milky chance // hot venom - miniature tigers // sweater weather - the neighbourhood // your bones - of monsters and men // savannah - relient k // riptide - vance joy // robbers - the 1975 // thinking out loud - ed sheeran // falling in love at a coffee shop - landon pigg //


Bastille//Hogwarts AU   → Dan Smith

House: Hufflepuff

Wand: Willow, 11 1/2 inches, swishy, excellent for charms

Top classes: Charms and transfiguration

Notable achievements during Hogwarts: Prefect, Creator and head of the Music Club (04-06), produced a full-bodied Patronus at age 14 (a wolfhound), received Outstanding in all of his NEWTS

Notable achievements after graduation: Author of Muggles and The Magic World (now part of the Hogwarts curriculum) and Charms for The Musical Witch or Wizard, successful musician

Occupation: Musician, author

Due to the return of Voldemort, the infiltration of the Ministry, and the eventual battle at Hogwarts, Muggle born children who turned eleven in 1997 were accepted to Hogwarts one year late. Dan entered the magical world as a first year student at the age of twelve. He almost did not attend, but because of a home visit and the urging of Headmistress Mcgonagall, his parents gave in and allowed him to attend.

Dan was a Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw hatstall, taking longer to place than any of his fellow first year students, and though he was proud of his house, he was friends with everyone and he didn’t care much for the separation of students. He walked a very delicate line between the magic and non-magic world from the moment he received his acceptance letter, smuggling in Muggle books, magazines, and records with the help of his Tawny owl. This eventually led to him establishing the Music Club, which helped unite students from all four houses with a common interest.

Dan’s exceptional talent for Charms proved helpful when he managed to sneak a half a dozen or so instruments from home and bewitch them to play. He would practice in his room throughout the night (much to the annoyance of his dorm mates), sing and perform at club meetings with the help of his Gryffindor friend Woody, and eventually, for small crowds at the Three Broomsticks. In his seventh year, he met the two Slytherin boys who would complete his quartet.

After graduating from Hogwarts, he continued performing, wrote articles for the Daily Prophet, and eventually released his award winning books. He is one of Hogwarts most well-known Hufflepuff students, alongside the likes of Cedric Diggory, Nymphadora Tonks, and Newt Scamander,

He’s currently traveling and performing with his band, whose music is enjoyed by both Muggles and Non-Muggles all over the world.

(2009dansmith will be posting two of these, and also thanks to vampiremondays for inspiring the idea)

Walking Out Into The Dark (1/5?)

Another spec fic for the S4 Finale! Where everyone gets their lives reversed. This was what initially came out when I started writing Pirate!Emma (Cutting Out A Different Path). It’s a bit rough but I kind of love the idea so I decided to share. My first (and only?) Dark!Emma fic. Captain Cobra and Naval!Killian. 2k ish words below. 

NOTE: This is not a companion to Pirate!Emma (that is coming later) this is it’s own story. 


It wasn’t Henry’s first trip through a portal but it was still a surprise when the swirling vortex abruptly ended and he felt himself falling through normal air. Amidst surprised shouts he landed hard on a coil of rope and wooden planks.

“Ugh!” He moaned as he tried to get his bearings.

“Captain!” came a shout from his left  

He turned toward the voice but before he could get a proper look at the person or where he had landed he was grabbed by his arms and pulled roughly to his feet. Vaguely he recognized the mast and sails of a ship before they spun him around. He had the sensation that he had been on this ship before but hadn’t the time to gather his thoughts. Then suddenly he was face to face with the Captain.

Henry’s mouth dropped open “Killian?”

The old Apprentice had told him that everyone would be very different in this new world the Author had created but Henry still couldn’t believe his eyes. The man looked so much like his mother’s pirate boyfriend and yet completely different. 

He stood tall in white trousers, high black boots and a starched blue jacket with gold trim. Instead of an open shirt and  generous amounts of chest hair his vest was buttoned up to his neck; a black scarf intricately tied round his throat. The beard and eyeliner were also gone lending a younger, naive look to his otherwise stern face.

“That’s Captain Jones to you boy. Have we met before?” Killian clasped his hands behind his back and looked critically at Henry’s jeans and sweater.

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yeah so last night was fantastic. the concert was fucking incredible and they were all so so so nice as usual and dan wrote down the lyrics i want for my tattoo so honestly i couldnt be happier. also when he hugged me he gAVE ME A KISS??? and he got so excited when i mentioned that i was at the gig in london where he cut his foot, what a guy! 


=> a three-part jack zimmermann playlist

perte // loss

i. knockin’ on heaven’s door antony and the johnsons | ii. unsteady x ambassadors | iii. all who remain beware of darkness | iv. you found me the fray | v. backyard of monsters and men | vi. mercury sleeping at last | vii. sound the bugle bryan adams | viii. hunger of monsters and men | ix. a sadness runs through him the hoosiers | x. ease cat grace

récupérer // recover

i. shallows daughter | ii. sister song perfume genius | iii. safe and sound sam tsui & kurt schneider | iv. youth daughter | v. beam me up p!nk | vi. witness (stripped) daughtry | vii. silhouettes sleeping at last | viii. east sleeping at last | ix. the great escape p!nk | x. oblivion bastille | xi. au revoir onerepublic | xii. to build a home the cinematic orchestra

espérance // hope

i. learning curve sleeping at last | ii. i’m still here johnny rzeznik | iii. crystal ball p!nk | iv. brother mighty oaks | v. love like this kodaline | vi. sun sleeping at last | vii. home gabrielle aplin | viii. shake it out florence & the machine | ix. marchin’ on onerepublic