You wouldn't have any headcanons about Clarisse and Chris Rodriguez, would you?
Thanks for sending an ask!!! I’m always happy to take requests, so I wrote some headcanons for you!! :) I hope you like them!
Clarisse is very overprotective of Chris
And by that I mean that if anyone mentions the fact that Chris was on Kronos’s side in a way that blames him, or brings it up against him, she will not be happy
Chris feels constantly guilty for the fact he went over to Luke’s side initially, and he’s told Clarisse that
Everyone’s quite surprised by their relationship? Like constantly?
When they first start going out everyone makes bets on how long they’re going to last
Everyone loses, because no one thought they’d be going so strong after all this time
They go to Phoenix together for university, and Clarisse hides it, but she’s super, super excited
She finally gets the chance to be normal and be with her boyfriend and it’s everything she wasn’t sure she’d get
Needless to say, Chris balances her in any social situation
He makes sure she’s not too aggressive, but she also makes sure he doesn’t remain too shy, because a lot of the time Chris isn’t great at introducing himself to new people
One of the things that surprises people the most is how unfazed Chris is whenever Clarisse gets angry or basically starts acting like a typical Ares kid, loud and brash
Chris doesn’t even react, but he’s also a match for Clarisse (that’s one of the reasons they work so well together)
Clarisse doesn’t like to share her insecurities, so she doesn’t tell anyone she hates the big house, hates going there now
It all stems from that time when Chris was insane, and she had to look after him in there… going to that room brings it all back
Chris never says anything, but he notices, and he’ll try and make sure they avoid the big house as much as possible
Every year, in the summer, comes the anniversary of Silena’s death. Clarisse always gets super moody and temperamental at these times, trying to deal with her emotions, and it’s only Chris who can calm her down
They have a spot in the woods where they kissed for the first time, some time after Dionysus cured Chris of his madness
It becomes their favourite spot, and the best thing about it is that no one knows about it (or at least, that’s what they think. Don’t tell them that one time Percy Jackson saw them holding hands there.)
Chris wants to become a better fighter, and Clarisse agrees to teach him
Chris actually becomes pretty good
Every so often when they’re placed on opposite teams for capture the flag, things become intense
They both want to win, and so they’ll try their hardest, just because, why not?
Clarisse usually comes out on top due to the fact that she’s got the might of the Ares cabin behind her
But one time Chris spends ages planning the ultimate strategy (he had Annabeth’s help, but don’t tell anyone), and trains for weeks
Sure enough, he wins, and he personally disarms her
He winks at her
“Don’t take it too personally,” he says. “I learnt from the best”
That’s the moment Clarisse realises how much she loves this idiot
Nico’s head was spinning, his stomach churning, a fact which must have shown on his face considering the apologetic look that crossed Jason’s features as he shrugged.
“Sorry, Nico. It’s just, almost everyone agrees it should be you.”
“But… why?” Nico had felt bad enough a few nights before when he not only suggested such a crime but actually agreed to help it along. But he hadn’t allowed himself to put much thought to it the past few days, and he somehow let himself believe that he might just be able to sleep at night, to look at himself in the mirror knowing he didn’t do anything. He should have known it was a childish way to think after what he’d already done.
Jason sighed. “Look, I know you’re new and it’s a bit overwhelming… but your age is the closest to the Prince’s out of all of us. We all agreed that would help you gain some trust and uncover some useful information.
Nico shook his head. To think that that morning had started out like any other. Nico allowed himself to fall silent as he walked through his morning again, trying to figure out how he had ended up in this situation; what he was doing standing there right then.
Nico groaned and shifted under his thin covers as the alarm clock blared obstreperously, relentless. No matter his efforts to block the sound with his pillow or attempting to burrow under his covers to hibernate for the approaching cold weather, the obnoxious sound still leaked through.
Groaning in annoyance once again, he gave in and dragged himself out of his bed and across the room, smacking the button, and the alarm quieted abruptly. He sighed quietly and let his arms go limp, wishing he could flop back into bed - but knowing he would fall asleep again if he did - and flicked on the light. After getting dressed and splashing his face with cold water in an attempt to wake up, he shuffled down the stairs and into the kitchen.
He glanced fleetingly at his little sister sitting at the table, staring mutely in front of her with vacant and slightly puffy-looking eyes, taking minuscule bites out of her bagel and chewing carefully. Hazel hadn’t been looking so hot for the past couple mornings after she was told about Nico’s decision. Whereas normally she would be awake and punctual in the mornings, recently, she didn’t bother getting dressed until twenty minutes before she had to leave, and left her hair up in the messy ponytail she slept in.
Hazel didn’t even look up at Nico as he entered, but he knew that she was aware of his presence. It didn’t take a genius to perceive that she was still upset. Not saying anything, Nico moved around the kitchen and made himself a small breakfast. Hazel cleared her throat.
“I’m not going to say that you should reconsider,” she started, her voice quiet and hoarse from lack of use - she hadn’t spoken barely anything to Nico in over 48 hours, “because I know you’re not going to listen to reason. And I know arguing will only make you more adamant about doing it. So if you’re so set on this,” she paused and met his eyes, “I really hope you know what you’re doing.”
Nico shook his head to rid himself of her tired voice. It had been following him all day, which was most likely her intention in saying what she did in the first place. Nico sighed and rubbed at a knot in his neck.
“So… what do I have to do?”
Jason cracked a small, seemingly proud smile, then draped his arm around Nico’s shoulders as he maneuvered him move through the abandoned dance academy. They pushed through the double doors into the studio, and Nico averted his eyes from his reflection in the mirrors on the opposite wall.
Lifting his eyes again, he noticed two more members of their gang standing in the center of the room, the girl from the meeting on Thursday - Clarisse - and another girl with dark hair and clothes, arms crossed. Clarisse had her brown hair pulled back into a low ponytail, the shorter locks of her hair - near the front - held back with the same blood-red bandana she had on at the meeting. Her dark-colored shirt was cut off at the sleeves and shortened so it barely came to the hem of her camo pants. She regarded Nico with hostility as he and Jason entered the room and faced them.
Jason clapped a hand on Nico’s back. “Alrighty. So, meet your tutors.” He told him, gesturing to the other two. “Myself included, of course.”
Nico raised a brow. “Tutors?”
“Well, you wouldn’t want us sending you into the castle blind, now would you? You have no idea how to go about… well, any part of this assignment, but that’s why we’re here - to teach you.”
As if on cue - like they actually practiced this, the three of them shared knowing glances. Nico’s brows furrowed as he regarded them, trying to decipher their silent language. Something about those looks made Nico feel like he should be worried.
“Why am I doing this, again?” Nico grumbled under his breath as he readjusted the book balanced on his head. “I feel ridiculous.”
“You look ridiculous,” Jason assured him, laughing. “But, most people in the palace do, so you’ll fit right in.” Nico groaned as the book slid off his head for the fourth time and landed on the wooden floor with a loud bang.
“Okay seriously, Grace. Why do I have to do this?”
“Oh, you don’t,” the boy replied nonchalantly as he pushed himself off the wall and stood in front of Nico, barely able to contain his amused smile. Nico’s eyebrows came together.
“Then why did you tell me to do it?”
“Honestly, I just wanted to see if you actually would.” Jason burst into laughter as Nico growled in annoyance and punched his arm. Hard.
A loud and screeching clang echoed through the room as the swords came together once again. “You’re off balance,” Clarisse grumbled under her breath as she attacked again, Nico blocking her strike and trying to keep from stumbling under her strength. “Keep your body centered, knees bent and shoulder-width apart.” She parried Nico’s weapon and brought her own down on his shoulder. Nico didn’t have time to bring his sword back up from his previous attack to block the odd angle, and the metal clawed angrily at his sleeve.
Panting and feeling a small trickle of warm blood start to slip down his right shoulder, Nico paused and took a step back, staying on alert. He had learned not to let his guard down - even when Clarisse called for a break. He had been warned that she liked to strike when and where her opponent least expected it.
Clarisse relaxed and straightened, scowling. “Alright, maybe that sword isn’t the right size. Hold on.” She turned and walked over to the assortment of weapons of all shapes and sizes that she had leaning against the wall. Nico had been afraid to ask where he had gotten so many, and what use she could possibly have for them. After picking one out, Clarisse waited a moment while Nico set his current sword aside and she tossed him the new one. This one was slightly longer but made of a lighter metal, sharpened razor-thin at the point. He spun it in his hands a few times to get a feel for the new weight and adjusted his grip.
Bringing his hands into a ready position, he nodded and Clarisse attacked yet again, while Nico was on defense. She had explained before they started that he needed to be comfortable protecting himself in case his cover was blown. But he also needed to work on offense if he was going to best the castle guards. She had shown him a few go-to attacks and blocks, along with useful evasive maneuvers. But there wasn’t much need for more instruction as Nico caught on quickly.
They had mostly just been going one-on-one for the past hour, Nico staying silent and focused on moving his hands and feet, trying to ignore the pain in his arms as Clarisse barked orders at him, critiqued his stance and other things of the sort. Once Clarisse had accepted his comfort with a full-length sword, she tossed him a dagger.
Nico looked at her quizzically. “Uh, why?” He asked, not feeling it necessary to elaborate.
“You can’t waltz into the palace with a sword on your hip, now can you? That thing will be easier to hide, but you have to be quick with it. Now - don’t let me kill you.” And with that, she lunged forward and they started again from square one.
His last tutor was another girl, who introduced herself as Thalia Grace - Jason’s sister, apparently. At the mention of this, Nico sent Jason a bewildered glance, which turned into a glare. How had he not known Jason had a sister? He would have to yell at him for never passing on such information later.
Her clothes were just as dark as Nico’s, a small fact that he wasn’t sure why he’d taken such immediate notice of. Her raven hair was a few inches short of her shoulders, uneven and sticking out in places, almost as if she had tried to cut it herself. She had long, side-swept bangs which were dyed electric blue, and bright blue eyes.
When it was her turn to ‘teach’ Nico whatever she had planned, she simply stood a few feet in front of him, her arms crossed over her gray tank-top. Then she slowly circled him, her black leather jacket tied around her waist and brushing against her jeans with every step. Nico tensed. What the heck was happening?
“You got fast fingers?” She asked, out of nowhere.
“Uh… I don’t know?” Nico glanced at Jason and Clarisse, standing across the room and simply watching.
“Ever steal before?”
Nico glared at her. “What does this got to do with anything? What am I stealing from the palace?”
“Anything you need to,” Thalia replied. “You never know what could be of value to us. What the Prince is wearing on coronation day. A golden watch that the King never takes off. A freaking napkin he wiped his face with. Anything could prove useful, so you need to learn how to tell those things apart.” She circled around him once more before coming to stand in front of him again. “But, judging by how quickly you learned with Clarisse, maybe this won’t be a complete waste of time.”
For the next half hour or so, Thalia laid out random objects and Nico did his best to pick out the ones that seemed to fit the definition of ‘useful’ in each new scenario Thalia gave him. Then, once she was satisfied with his eye, she had him start figuring out ways to get them. He once had to figure out how to climb a bare wall of the studio to get a piece of paper caught in the air vent near the ceiling.
Next, once Thalia explained that the best way to pickpocket was to distract the victim, Nico had to practice walk by’s and swipe her phone, her wallet, a paper, from Thalia’s back pocket. She would then gauge how well he did; if she thought she would notice had she been an oblivious bystander, and had him do it again.
After a few hours, Nico was feeling slightly confident in his newly learned skill of pickpocketing. But Thalia still had ideas. The rest of the gang slowly started filing in through the doors, then stood around the room, striking up conversations among one another like everything was normal.
“Alright,” Thalia said, catching Nico’s attention again. “Someone in this room has something valuable. Your mission - should you choose to accept it - is to find it, and take it without them or anyone else noticing. Try not to get caught, because I gave full permission for these guys to practice some self-defense.”
Nico glared at her. “Was that really necessary?”
She nodded. “Of course. Now go.”
Unfortunately, it did not turn out as well as Nico had hoped. He looked too sketchy as he weaved through the crowd, glancing around obviously at people’s pockets and bags. When he finally decided to try to take something - which wasn’t even the right item - he had been caught and punched in the jaw. He glared at the guy standing over him, who shrugged and smiled apologetically before telling him he’d have to be more careful in the palace.
Nico went home that day exhausted and frustrated. He was fine with all the other things he needed to know. Jason’s job was supposed to be teaching him manners, but he had only taken the job because he knew he wouldn’t have needed to do anything. Nico was very courteous when he wanted to be. And after three hours of practicing, Nico had become very good at maneuvering his knife. The only thing he didn’t snag right way was thievery when it wasn’t the occasional ingredient from supermarkets.
He pushed through his front door, his arms sore and his mind going blank, and looked up to see Hazel on the couch, watching TV with her homework on her lap. Frank, her friend from school, was on the couch next to her, an identical textbook balanced on his palm. When they heard the door close, Hazel muted the sound and set aside her geometry notebook. “Hey, Neeks.” She tentatively. Nico could tell by her tone of voice that she was still slightly mad, which only made her uncomfortable with him.
Catching onto the tension in the room, Frank excused himself and promised Hazel they could study another time. Throwing Nico a small smile, he left and began his walk home.
Nico sighed and slumped down on the bar stool at the end of the island in the kitchen. Hazel came over and sat across from him, her eyes resting on the dagger in his hands.
“I’m guessing that’s for the mission,” She offered quietly, saying it more as a statement than a question. Nico nodded absentmindedly and began that finger game their dad had shown him, pressing his palm against the counter and spreading his fingers as far as they would go. He tapped the tip of the knife to the right of his left thumb, then in between the next two fingers, back to the first spot, and so on.
Hazel watched him for a few moments as Nico’s mind slowly began to reel. He knew why he had this knife, he knew what it was made for. He knew why it was so sharp, what it should do to someone’s skin. But for whatever reason, he couldn’t think of doing anything with it other than tapping it on the counter, narrowly missing his fingers as he tried to go faster, his anxiety building.
How was he supposed to do this? One day of simple training and he was exhausted, only one day closer to having to fulfill his task and he was already terrified, dread knotting his stomach.
Gently, Hazel reached out and caught the knife just before he drove it into his index finger. He let out a breath and let her take it from his hand. “Nico… I told you that I’m not okay with this… but it doesn’t seem like you are either.” She furrowed her brows. “Do you really want to do this? Out of spite? For revenge?”
Nico grit his teeth. “I want to do this for the money. I want to do this to keep us both alive.”
Suddenly, Hazel was on her feet, the knife clattering to the counter. “And what do you think is gonna happen if your cover is blown? If you end up… if they…” Her voice cracked. “What am I gonna do if I lose you, too? I can’t do this by myself, Nico.”
Nico sighed and got to his feet as well, moving across the island and bringing his sister into a tight hug. “You’re not losing me. I’ll make sure of it. I’m coming back; I’ll be fine.”
Nico nodded against the top of her head. “Promise.”
Jason honked the horn. “Will you hurry up?” He called from the driver’s seat. Nico sent an annoyed glare. He turned back to Hazel.
She wiped a stray tear from her face and sniffed. She opened her mouth, but closed it and threw herself onto him, squeezing his shoulders. “If you get yourself killed, I will bring you back and kill you again myself.” Nico chuckled and rubbed her back.
She let go and gave a weak smile. Nico turned to Percy and gave him a fist bump. “Be safe - wherever you’re going.” A twinge of guilt struck Nico. He still felt bad that Percy was kept in the dark, but they couldn’t risk anyone else knowing. Instead, Nico gave a small nod and a wave to the rest of the gang then clambered into the passenger seat of Jason’s car.
Nico glanced back out the window. He shook his head. “No.”
I feel very strongly about the headcanon that Clarisse has a reputation for tossing EVERY SINGLE newly formed young couple into the camp lake after their first kiss. It’s almost a camp tradition; after you have your first kiss with your beau, you will both find yourselves in that lake before the sun goes down
It’s for this reason alone that it takes Will and Nico months to have their first kiss, even after they start dating
I graduated, hurray! And because of that this chapter is late, forgive me! But things are being set in motion at this point of the end of Day 1 in the infirmary, officially. I hope you all enjoy what’s in store (and as always my advice is, reread that dream if you don’t quite remember it, all details are important)! Also, yes, I am very invested in bi!Will Solace, and as such, that does play some importance. Just a head’s up. And yes, remember, this is a slight canon divergent AU, so, things go a little differently in this fic then in canon. But just slightly.
“Hi Will, how are you doing, it’s nice to see you too. Oh, thank you Clarisse for asking I really appreciate it,” Will said as he leaned against the desk with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Don’t be a bitch, Solace,” Clarisse told him with a roll of her eyes.
“And deny myself all this fun? How could I?” Will reminded her before sighing. “Yes, Clarisse, Ellis isn’t dying, and I haven’t killed him though he has tempted me constantly. Can I get you anything else with that order? Fries and a shake?”
(Sorry I feel like a stalker for sending you so much asks) Do you have any headcanons for Clarisse/Annabeth brotp, please??
no worries! you’re always welcome :)
when I think of these two, I never imagine them being like best friends but I just imagine them knowing way more about each other than they want to admit just by virtue of the fact that they’ve known each other for so long. Like they’r good friends to each other but don’t wanna admit it cause they have an image to protect lol
some Ares kids are trying to plan what they’re gonna get Clarisse for her birthday and they’re like “oh what if we get her like build-a-bear and make it a little spear?” and Annabeth overhears and is like “She hates teddy bears. Stoll prank when we were 11.” and then she just shakes her head, like surprised at herself for sharing that and then looks at them with a glare, “Do not bring that up to her or I will kill you after she does.”
Clarisse is ordering pizzas for a cabin counselors meeting and is sure to get one of the combo pizzas without mushrooms and when one of her siblings is like “do you not like mushrooms?” and she’s like “Annabeth hates them.” and then she realizes she was being considerate??? so she tries to recover, “And I don’t want her whining the whole meeting about having to pick the mushrooms off her pizza.”
Annabeth confronts anyone she catches whispering about how Chris is a crazy traitor
when Percy is missing Clarisse helps lead search parties and makes sure her cabin stays in check so as to not cause any unneeded drama around camp
one night, after the war, they both happen to sneak out and go to the training arena at the same time. It becomes a silent tradition between them and works as a good catharsis for each of them. Whenever anyone asks about the bruises and slightly swollen lips they inevitably give each other they both give the same response, “You should see the other girl.”
Wanted to draw something to say “thank you” to @themrock for the awesome fan art he made this evening! It’s his bounty hunter
character, Clariss, not too pleased with the generous offer of candy
she’s received from the local milk bar owner…
her daughter turns out to be more like her late godmother than her mom in terms of interests so Clarisse has to adjust
she dusts off all the information she retained about makeup and hair from her spending countless hours listening to her best friend ramble
she dresses up for every tea party and buys the sparkliest headbands she can find when she’s out at the store
she learns that a lot of kids need physical affection and while that has never been her favorite, she will always do what she needs to to grant her daughter’s wishes
when her daughter is 8 she comes to Clarisse to tell her how a boy pulled her hair on the playground, “Betty said that’s what boys do when they like you”
Clarisse has to stop herself from tracking the boy down and killing him herself but she looks down at her beautiful little girl and she feels the godly blood burn in her veins, “Anyone who puts their hands on you deserves to have those hands broken, do you understand me?”
the next week Clarisse is called to the principals office– it seems her daughter gave her classmate a black eye when he pushed her down– Clarisse took her out for ice cream to celebrate her first suspension
her and her daughter share one passion in particular: boxing
every Saturday afternoon the two can be found sparring at Hedge’s Gym
Clarisse has to learn to be an advice giver instead of an advice getter and she thinks she does alright
her best advice giving is always done while boxing
as her daughter gets older their boxing time gets scarcer and scarcer, making it all the more special
she raises her daughter to see the beauty in thick thighs and the kind of curves that don’t classify as sexy to the general population; she teaches her that having an ego is an act of radical self love that will get you through the worst of days; she teaches her that scars and stretch marks are the equivalent of tiger stripes: they prove to people the fierceness of your roar
but there is one piece of advice that comes before them all:
Have you seen the Princess Diaries 2? Because a Star Wars crossover thing would be PERFECT because hello Princess Leia and Princess Mia are both feisty and don't take crap from anybody and Han would be Chris Pine's character that's mischievously trying steal the crown and at first they hate each other and argue constantly but they end up falling in love and man oh man you're so good at these things I just needed to tell you
HAVE I SEEN PRINCESS DIARIES TWO?
BOY. BOY OH BOY. HAVE I SEEN PRINCESS DIARIES TWO.
THAT MOVIE IS A CINEMATIC MASTERPIECE. I’VE BEEN ON LOVE WITH IT SINCE I WAS TWELVE. NICK DEVEREAUX WAS MY TRUE LOVE FOR LIKE A WHOLE THREE MONTHS.
(THAT IS A FLAT OUT LIE HE’S STILL MY TRUE LOVE.)
And holy heckles was the message at the end an AMAZING THING TO TELL LITTLE GIRLS.
But anyway AHEM so and AU. WELL WELL WELL. YOU’VE CALLED THE RIGHT GARBAGE CAN, MY FRIEND.
First order of business: I hereby declare that, since we fancasted Senator Bel Iblis as John Rhys Davies (because a) why not and b) INDY JOKES I am weak), then Senator Bel Iblis is immediately dubbed Nick’s Uncle. I mean. Han’s uncle? Uh. SO ANYWAY. WE CAN SAY that Bel Iblis adopts Han (once again, bless that possibility), but only from a certain pov. After the empire is beaten, Han, who left to pay jabba off and miraculously survived, tuna into Bel Iblis, who wants to get even with Mon Mothma. Sums of money are offered? Maybe? But no one tells him that Leia is part of the deal. at any rate, things progress from there. We need to give everyone else positions, obviously, before we proceed:
Therkin Horm is representative of those stinky old white dudes in parliament who try to marry Leia (Mia) off. Bail can easily take the position of Mia’s father. MON MOTHMA CAN BE QUEEN CLARISSE??? Yes please. And Luke is OBVIOUSLY Lily duuuh, and um WHO IS JOE? Maybe General Rieekan? Except I kind of want it to be Wes Janson, because I am obscure shipper trash. JOE IS YET TO BE DECIDED. Anyway threepio and artoo are Brigitte and Brigitta the maids, Leia’s mom can be … Um. Obi-wan? YEP, sounds good. So Obi-Wan is in the position of Mia’s mom, even though I’m sure obi-wan isn’t having any babies anytime soon.
Princess Amelia Minnionet Thermoplis Renaldi is Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan.
Nick Devereaux is Han Solo.
And. If we work some beautiful magic and cherry pick characters while simultaneously stuffing books in trashcans.
I hate myself I feel HORRIBLE ANDREW IM SO SORRY I HAVE FAILED YOU FORGIVE ME MY SON.
But like he’d be Isolder if Isolder was a little less Adonis-like and a little more respectful of Leias decisions. But I mean Isolder was a pretty nice guy so I guess this could sort of work?
(Andrew FORGIVE ME).
AT ANY RATE. Due to an increasingly stressful situation with the Imperial Remnant, the New Republic can only survive if a head of state is declared. Unfortunately, Mon Mothma, who is currently holding the role, is getting old and needs to retire. And Leia Organa is next up for the role. Through Senator Mon Monthmas mentorship, Leia seems to be shaping up to be quite a lovely head of state to be.
One problem, though. Bel Iblis and Mothma had a falling out some years back, and now, he’s there, claiming that Leia can only be head if state if the whole republic, according to Alderaani law (which idk must be upheld out of respect? I don’t actually think alderaani law would be like this BUT FOR THE SAKE OF THE AU) must be married.
Meanwhile, his “nephew” Han is … Perfect for the role, apparently, though idk what kind of spice Bel Iblis is on because Han would be a shit awful politician.
But anyway. Mon is outraged, Leia completely blindsided, Therkin Horm is gross as usual, and an ultimatum if thirty days is set up.
Obviously, Isolder is discovered. HILARITY AND THE PLOT OF PD2 ENSUES.
Things to consider:
- did Han and Leia know each other from the rebellion? Were they acquaintances rather than friends? Did the events change, inexplicably, so that they never became close before? Or were they close, but then Han went off and did his thing with Jabba, leaving Leia high a and dry, WHICH GIVES IDEAL OPPORTUNITY FOR HER TO STAMP ON HIS FOOT YES YES
- can Mara be captain kip Kelly of the royal guard GOODBYE I TAKE MY LEAVE
- ummmm so the closet scene is required. So is Han wearing glasses. So is the whole falling into a fountain thing.
- but where does chewie come in? CAN CHEWIE BE THE HOUSEKEEPER WHO TELLS NICK TO USE THE DAMN BIKE IM CRYING
- additionally don’t forget to make 47382929 Indiana Jones jokes because JOHN RHYS DAVIES bye
- Isolders mom is not in this AU because who needs her HOWEVER Teneniel Djo can be Lady Alissa right
- “look away, Artoo, we’re not supposed to be here!”
- “no, you glob of grease, it is NOT romantic! We’re doomed! What if someone SAW them!”
- alSO LEIA SLAYING ALL OF THE TRASH GROSS DUDES WHO ARE TRYING TO MARRY HER OFF WITH CUTTING YET AMAZINGLY EMPOWERING SPEECHES
- ACTUALLY THIS IS LIKE SORT OF WHAT SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED IN COPL HAD LEIA ACTUALLY HAD HER CHARACTER INTACT
This is too much I’m slain Harrison Ford and Chris Pine playing the same guy FaREWELL
Chris and Clarisse, "You forgot to say the magic word."
She holds the spear to his throat, teasing at the flesh. His hands are up by his head, his confident smile wavers just enough to let her know how much control she has of the situation.
‘I win,’ she says, 'again.’
'Yeah, yeah. No can we take the sharp object away from my throat now please?’
Clarisse raises her eyebrows. 'You forgot to say the magic word.’
His eyes flash with the challenge and she allows a smug grin to transform her face before he jerks back and snatches the weapon out of her hands. Her palms scream as the wood splinters her skin and the end of the weapon she had previously been pointing at her boyfriend’s throat is buckling her knees and she is somehow flat on her back.
Chris appears over her, holding the point of the spear to her forehead.
Clarisse sighs. 'Okay, I yield. Now let me up.’
Chris grins - not the ghost of a smile she was used to seeing upon his first return, but a full, gleeful, unrestrained smile - 'You forgot to say the magic word,’ he says.