mantle brothers


It’s not like we weren’t warned. Rumors had long swirled about the sound of former One Direction heartthrob Harry Styles’ upcoming solo career taking inspiration from ‘70s rock staples Queen and David Bowie, and Styles’ own fashion statements of recent years certainly telegraphed his interest in being considered part of the British rock continuum. But still, it can’t help but be a little shocking to hear Harry’s solo debut “Sign of the Times” for the first time, to hear that thudding piano intro give way to soaring guitar and dramatically sighing vocals. It’s strangely disconcerting in how familiar it all feels.

Throughout the song’s nearly six-minute run time, the memories of British rock history shoot off like fireworks – spanning from late-period Beatles to Bowie to Listen Without Prejudice-era George Michael to Suede to Robbie Williams and even early Coldplay. It doesn’t sound like a tribute to (or rip off of) any of these artists – it just sounds like someone who’s grown up studying at the feet of all these titans and now wants to try his hand at joining their ranks. And to Styles’ considerable credit, he basically succeeds: “Sign of the Times” is as lighter-waving, arm-swaying, random-mate-hugging a power ballad as they come, sounding – as many have pointed out on Twitter on this somewhat apocalyptic-seeming of Fridays – like the appropriate montage soundtrack for the end of the world.

But whatever IRL timeliness the song’s strength-in-weariness lyric delivers, musically, the song’s title comes off as pretty ironic. Fact is, “Sign of the Times” couldn’t sound much less like 2017; a pop era where rock music is viewed as increasingly archaic and even the biggest bands – no shade to LCD Soundsystem – seem to be trading in their guitars for turntables, or at least some enormous synths. To hear Harry’s big return keyed to a song built around Elton John piano and George Harrison guitar slides is pretty jarring: Ten years ago, the song would’ve felt somewhat safe, 20 years ago it would’ve felt downright pandering, 40 years ago it would’ve been Eric Carmen’s “All By Myself.” But right now, it feels practically subversive.

And you know what? The rock part of it isn’t even the most surprising thing. What’s really staggering about “Sign of the Times” is just how goddamn British it is. Look at the paths the other One Direction members have taken since the group went on indefinite hiatus: Louis is making EDM bangers with Steve Aoki, Zayn is trying to catch a ride on Drake’s luxury liner and Niall (Irish, not British) is making Mumford-via-“Hey There Delilah” folk-contemporary. Hell, look at 1D themselves: Their last few albums were heavily rock influenced, but took cues from Fleetwood Mac, Journey and Def Leppard – the latter a U.K. band, but one way more popular with American audiences – rather than anything proudly British.

Styles, meanwhile, practically sounds like he’s draping himself in the Union Jack and yelling “Yanks Go Home.” He’s created the perfect song for British rock fans who wish Glastonbury would go back to more traditional headliners, who wonder why 20 years after Be Here Now essentially ended the Britpop moment, nobody seems interested in picking up Oasis’ mantle. (The Gallagher brothers will probably hate it.) In the U.K. as in the U.S., the entire musical mainstream seems to be going global, and that’s mostly a good thing, which has led to some interesting and boundary-breaking music at pop’s center. But there’s something undeniably refreshing about a huge pop/rock song with this strong a sense of its home country’s musical history and identity – you just don’t hear much of that anymore, coming from anywhere.

It’ll be fascinating to follow what radio does with this song. It doesn’t sound like anything topping the charts on either side of the Atlantic, and it’s just about impossible to imagine American top 40 stations scheduling six minutes of this in between Chainsmokers and Bruno Mars jams. But less than a day into its lifespan, the song already seems to be striking a big enough chord – it rocketed to the top of the iTunes charts within hours of its middle-of-the-night U.S. release – that it might soon prove equally impossible to imagine the biggest stations ignoring it entirely. If this really is the film soundtrack to the end days, then cue the Don LaFontaine trailer voice: IN A WORLD where pop was ruled by trop-house and Ed Sheeran, ONE MAN dared to try to bring British rock back to the mainstream. Let’s sit back and see how this unfolds. - Billboard

A Big Brother Thing. // Zach Dempsey and Clay Jensen

This was requested by @nerdygirl1219 ! I hope you guys enjoy! Happy reading 💖

Zach x Reader

Warnings: Cursing and Death.


Your POV •

I stared into my locker decided on what binder I needed. I looked on my locker door and sighed. There it was. The polaroid picture of Hannah and I. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I met her at Kat’s going away party and ever since then we stuck like glue. I wish I could’ve been there to save her.

I was snapped away from my thoughts when a pair of familiar arms snaked around my waist.

“Hey Dempsey.” I smiled. He placed a small his on my neck.

“You alright babe?” He questioned. His question was soon answered when he looked at my locker door and sighed. “I miss her too…she’s in a better place now.” He sighed and I nodded.

“Yeah… yeah sure.” I said slamming my locker door shut.

“I gotta get to Spanish. But i’ll meet you up for lunch okay.” I said. He removed his arms from around my waist and kissed my forehead.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked again. And I nodded walking to my Spanish class with Hannah on my mind.


It was now lunch time and Zach and I were sitting with the rest of his friends. My mood went up from earlier and I was pretty happy.

Clay slammed his tray on the table, resulting in all of us looking at him crazy. Everybody glared at him except for me.

“Hey Clay-doh” I smiled but he wasn’t smiling back.

“I was wondering if we could eat together today. I have some things to tell you.” He nodded, glaring over at Zach.

“Uh yeah sure Clay.” I said grabbing my bag. I turned to Zach to kiss him on the cheek and say good bye but Clay pulled me away before I could do so. We both looked at each other and frowned.

Normally, I would curse Clay out for pulling a dick move like that. But I knew that he needed me more than anybody else. The tapes were really taking a toll on his mind.

We sat a couple tables down from Zach and them. I glanced over at Zach and he nodded then got back to eating.

I sat across from Clay and nudged his shoulder softly. “So what’s up with you lately Clay?” I said taking a sip of my pink lemonade.

“Nothing, all of your friends hate me- you know what? Speaking of friends, how are you and Zach doing?” The way he said Zach’s name really bothered me. Something about the way it rolled off his tongue, so full of hate.

"We are actually doing really well. I care about him a lot. He’s really helping me cope with Hannah’s death.” I gulped, tapping on my bottle.

"How ironic.” He sighed, poking at his mashed potatoes.

"How is it iron-” I was interrupted by the bell.

“Well (Y/N), That’s my cue. See you later wouldn’t want to be late to class.” He chimed then left me sitting alone.


I met Zach at his car after school. “Hey babe, since we didn’t eat with each other today you wanna have a little date at Monet’s?” I smiled. He nodded then grinned.

“Hop in.”

We both got in the car and made our way to the cafe.

As I got out the car and walked to the entrance I saw a familiar bike leaned against the wall.

Zach and I walked in the cafe. “I’ll go order, how about you find us a seat?” Zach asked and I agreed.

I found us a cute little seat in the corner of the cafe and waited until he got back with our drinks.

Zach came back and we both started talking about how our days were as we held hands across the table.

“And then Justin laughed so hard that gatorade shot out of his fucking nose” Zach laughed and I joined along. “Seems like I missed a lot not sitting with you guys today.” I sighed. And he nodded.

“Well-” Zach was interrupted.

“Hey guys! Crazy seeing you here.” Clay exclaimed.

I shook my head. “How crazy could it be Clay? We come here at least three times a week.” I stated.

Clay pulled up a chair and joined our table made for two.

“So what’s up guys?” Clay said resting his hands on his face.

Zach and I looked at each other and shook our heads. “Nothing.” We both sighed. “Clay can I talk to you for a quick second?” I didn’t let him reply before I pulled him outside.

“Yes dearly beloved sister?” He smiled as if he was clueless.“

"Don’t ‘dearly beloved sister’ me. Are you trying to keep me away from Zach?” I questioned with my hands placed on my hips. “Not at all. Why would you think that?” He said innocently.

“You’ve been tagging along on all our dates for two weeks and pulling me away from him to ask me silly ass questions. Sometimes it feels like you only want to hang out with me to keep me away from him.” I said with a frown and he finally understood how disappointed I was.

Clay sighed. “I guess, I just don’t want him to hurt you so I tried to chase him away.” He said looking down.

I shook my head. “And you do realize that you would hurt me in the process right.” I scolded. “I didn’t realize that until now. I know what he’s capable of and I don’t want him to hurt you.” He admitted.

“I admit what he did to Hannah wasn’t nice at all, but he’s a teenager and he’s gonna make dumb decisions, we all do it. It even took me awhile to forgive what he did but he’s honestly such a sweet person. You just have to give him a chance Clay-doh. Sit in there with us and talk to him. You’ll see that he doesn’t mean any harm.”

“Thanks for the offer but I think you guys should spend some time alone after all i’ve done the last weeks. But i’ll definitely sit and talk with him one day if he’s as nice as you promote him to be.” He smiled then grabbed his bike.

I smiled back. “Thanks Clay. I love you.” I said as he rode off. I walked back into Monet’s and kissed Zach on the cheek then sat down.

“Is everything ok between you two?” He questioned and I nodded.

“It’s a big brother thing. I smiled.


I feel like I could’ve done way better on this but that how I feel about everything I write lmao. On the other hand I hope you guys enjoyed reading this. It was supposed to be up yesterday but I had extreme writers block and I restarted the story about three times. Have a nice day 💖 Thanks for reading! Gif isn’t mine!

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Reggie Mantle x Reader: Big Brother


A Reggie x reader were the reader is Reggie’s little sister and she follows him around everywhere and idolizes him and wants to be him and Reggie being a good big brother please?


A/N: I think this was my shortest imagine, but I hope I lived up to the requestor’s vision. I had a fun time writing this one. I am beyond thrilled on your guy’s feedback on my other imagines. It means a lot.  Reggie need more screen time I swear my heart is breaking for him.

Words: 775

Summary: Readers first day in Riverdale High and Reggie her big brother helps her calm her nerves.

Spoilers: Reggie being the little bean that he is.

Warnings: N/A

It was the start of your freshmen year at Riverdale High. The excitement and nerves controlled your body. What made your day better was knowing that your big brother Reggie would always be there for you. He was the popular one and people didn’t mess you because they knew he would tear them to shreds if they did. Although that also brought problems in the dating compartment since Reggie saw you as his baby sister and for him no one was good enough for you and you’d always be too young.

Reggie was looking forward to having you around more. During the summer he told you all the Intel you needed to know for surviving high school. He told you to find a club, that way he could walk you home and you wouldn’t be alone. He was your protector and you were beyond blessed by his presence especially since your parents were always working.

“(Y/N) you ready?” Reggie called as he knocked on your door.

“Be down in a minute” you replied as you grabbed your bag and sprayed some perfume on yourself and made your way out of your room to meet Reggie sitting on a chair on your front porch as you locked your house.

“Had to look good for my first day” you spoke and Reggie gave you a as you called it ‘the dad look.’

“You have no one to look good for, but yourself” Reggie claimed “Do I have to push away some suitors?” he questioned.

“Reggie, I am growing up you know. I know I will always be your baby sis, but-” you were cut off by Reggie.

“But nothing, no one is ever going to be good enough” He chimed in and you dropped that topic.

“Nervous” you sighed.

“You have nothing to be nervous for (Y/N/N), I’m going to be there” he pulled you in for a small hug.

“Reg this is high school, it’s a jungle. Plus you’re Mr. Cool. The quarterback. You’re at the top of the food chain” you worried.

“Don’t worry I’ll share my food” he chuckled and you nudged him on the shoulder.

“Just be yourself, that’s the one I prefer” he comforted “Plus everyone knows not mess with you, you’re my girl and you are untouchable” he continued with a smile and you smiled back.

“Remember when I smaller and all I did was follow you around” you smiled as you kept on the conversation.

“Yea what a stalker” he mocked and you giggled “I remember you wanted to part of the football team to spend more time with me” he chimed in.

“You persuaded your coach to let me in so I could try it out” you described.

“Yeah I told all the players to go easy on you, and still you managed to ruin every single play and you cried because the players were running your way” he gushed.

“You made it look so easy and cool. I had no idea how violent it could be.” You chuckled.

“Anyway I decided that not everything you did was as amazing as you made it look” you confessed as you both laughed at the old memory.

“Well I have to make everything look good, I have to inspire my best supporter” Reggie explained.

“Supporter. You downgraded me from #1 fan to supporter” you sarcastically pointed out.

“I’m just glad I have the best little sister ever and that she is my #1 fan” he praised.

You both stopped as you reached the doors that belonged to Riverdale High, you didn’t think you were this nervous, but you couldn’t get yourself to go in.

“Hey it’s going to be okay. I told you I will always be here” Reggie informed.

You stood there silent as Reggie spoke up again.

“Hey, what’s that nickname you gave me?” he mentioned as you break out of your spell and smile.

“Mantle the Magnificent” you muttered under your breath.

“What now? I didn’t quite hear that?” he insists.

“Mantle the Magnificent” you cheered.

“I am soo Magnificent that I will be here for anything you need. Okay you are going to be great.” He replied “Or do I need to carry you in there?” he smirked

“You wouldn’t” you challenged.

“Try me baby sis” he challenged back as he motioned to get ready about to carry you.

“No” you squealed “I’ll go in” you confirmed seconds later.

You both made your way into school and Reggie walked you around to all your classes and showed you around. He truly was your hero and you couldn’t be any happier that he was your Mantle the Magnificent.

Tag: @sgarrett49

the parent trap pt10 // archie andrews

The Parent Trap (10/12)

Words: 1.8k

Summary-Archie and (Y/N) separate, splitting their twin daughters between them. what happens when ten years later, the pair seem to be reunited in a twist of fate at summer camp?

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(Y/N) rolled her eyes at Archie as he once again let out a frustrated groan. She looked up at the red haired man, trying to note the differences from when she last saw him. She remembered the fear that shone in his eyes as she said goodbye to her daughter. She remembered the way his eyesbrows were furrowed and how he kept his tears back. She remembered it so clearly. She remembered how much she wanted him to beg her to stay and not leave. She remembered the pain she felt when she left her daughter and boyfriend behind. Even though, Archie Andrews was distressed at the sight of her, he knew that groaning wasn’t going to get them anywhere.

“Why did you leave?” he asked her, sitting down with his back against the doors. “God, I can’t even remember the reason why you left.”

“The twins,” (Y/N) spoke with all intentions on changing the topic, however she was interrupted by Archie snapping up from his previous position and making his way towards her.

“Don’t you dare change the subject.” He grumbled “You d-don’t get to do this to me, (Y/N)! You don’t get to change the subject this time.”

“Archie,” she sighed “I really don’t want to argue. Look, it was ten years ago and you’ve clearly moved on, so let’s not dwell on the past.”

Archie looked at her, his eyes begging for her to do something, to say something else. She was in no way right. He had moved on but it wasn’t so clear to him anymore, not when she was there a mere metre away from him. “No, please, let’s dwell on the past. Tell me why you had to hurt me so bad, (Y/N), because I deserve closure.”

“I left because you really hurt me, Archie, not only that you physically hurt my brother. Archie, we were arguing constantly. I didn’t want the twins to grow up in an unhappy environment.”

“Unhappy? If you think the environment Amelia spent her first nine years in a happy environment, you must really be mad.” He let out a deep sigh as he saw her bow her head slightly, afraid that he might just see the tears in her eyes. “You know, (Y/N), just because you took the arguing out of the equation, it doesn’t mean the environment became this happy place with sunshines and rainbows. I don’t blame you for leaving. God. I blame myself.”

“It was a joint thing, Arch. No one was to blame, really.” she smiled “Let’s not argue, for the sake of Aria and Amelia.”

“They know?” He asked, looking at her as she moved over to sit next to him. “They know about each other?”

(Y/N) nodded, grinning as she looked him in the eye “You did such a terrific job with raising Amelia.”

“What do you mean?” His tone sounded confused and childlike, reminding her of all the times she had spent with him throughout her childhood and teen-hood alike.

“Arch, they found each other at camp and switched on us. I’ve had Amelia for all this time. She’s such a wonderful girl. You’ve done a better job than I ever would’ve.”

“Wait, so I-I’ve had Aria all this time?” Archie asked, his eyes glimmering “Why didn’t I see it earlier?”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him, nodding her head slightly urging him to tell her what he wanted to say. She didn’t want to interfere with him, in case she would disrupt his train of thoughts. “There was this one time, I caught Lillian, you remember her, right? Well, I caught her crying whilst she was looking at Amel-Aria. I didn’t think anything of it, I just thought Lil was proud of her.”

“Oh God, I miss Lillian, she was the only one in the Andrews household who kept me sane.” (Y/N) commented, earning a playful nudge from Archie. “So, I’m guessing we’ll be in here together for while. Catch me up with things.”

Aria and Amelia sat on the cushioned seats, waiting for both their parents to come downstairs. Betty, Jughead, Kevin, Lillian and Veronica were all nearby, waiting in anticipation, much like the twins. Despite the size of the hotel, the seven of them knew that it was just a matter of time until Archie discovered he was under the same roof as his ex-girlfriend. However, it was unknown to them that it had already happened and in the most cliché fashion.

Archie and (Y/N) sat facing one another, their stomachs aching from laughter.

“Oh god, remember that terrible 1963 film you absolutely loved?”

“Loved? I still love that film.”

Archie grinned at (Y/N), seeing her eyes light up from the mention of the film she loved so dearly. “It was the worst thing I had to sit through.” Archie commented, causing (Y/N) to throw a mint at him.

“No, you’re mad. The film is amazing.”

“You only found out about it in our ninth grade literature class. I genuinely told myself I was going to break up with your nerdy ass after you made me watch it the week after.”

“What stopped you, eh?” she raised an eyebrow at him, causing him to grin once more. He couldn’t remember the last time they were like this, without the arguing and without the stress of being parents.

“The Mantle brothers adored you and they were terrifying.”

“Ollie and Reggie. How are they? Oh my god, Tom must be so big now.”

“He’s developed a little crush on Amelia. It’s adorable.”

(Y/N) gasped as Archie continued to catch her up on the Mantles. She had missed so much in her home town. Betty and Veronica never caught her up in this much depth. She beamed as Archie began to talk about the places she used to love.

“Do you think they’re fucking?” Veronica asked, causing Betty to punch her arm.

“Ronnie, the twins are literally eleven.”

“And? Their parents are nowhere to be seen. Only evidence they’re still alive is Miranda acting as if she knows exactly where he is.”

(Y/N) pushed herself up as the lights came on. It seemed as if they two of them had been stuck in the small space forever, although it had only been roughly two hours. “So, what’s going to happen now? We can’t separate the twins now.”

“I guess, I’ll have them for six months and you have them for the other six.”

“How will that work with them being in school?” (Y/N) frowned “We can’t exactly make them move half way through the school year.”

“I could probably move back to Riverdale, get Aria and I a house, maybe ask Jug to move back with us.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that, you have your shop and your grandparents would be absolutely gutted if you left them once again.”

Aria sighed, she had been waiting for her mum to arrive since twelve in the afternoon and it was nearing six in the evening. Whilst everyone had gone back to their rooms, she stayed sat in the lobby waiting for her mother to finally arrive. In the corner of her eye, she spotted them. Her mother and father sat at the bar, discussing like old friends would. Nothing about them seemed romantic and Aria disliked it. She wanted her parents back together. God knows, what the girl would do to make it happen? Her mother threw her head back in laughter, whilst her father took a sip of his drink, his eyes crinkled up from his smile.

Aria wanted nothing more than to run over there and shout at her mother for skipping their breakfast plans to spend her entire day with a man who was no longer hung up on her, but she noticed the way her mother gave him quick glances when he looked away, almost as if she was afraid for Archie to catch her looking. Aria may have been young but she recognised it then. The look of defeat on her mother’s face as she accepted that the path she had chosen was unrequited love. They didn’t seem to have a romantic vibe because it was a one way thing and nothing broke Aria’s heart more. Nothing could ever make her frown in a childlike manner as the thought of her father not returning her mother’s love for him to her.

(Y/N) looked away from Archie and saw her daughter looking over at them with a small frown on her face. She nodded her head over, inviting her to join them, but Aria shook her head before walking towards the elevators.

“Is Archie still alive?” Lillian asked the trio who were all sat in (Y/N) and Aria’s hotel room. “Wait, is (Y/N) still alive? The pair of ‘em seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.”

“Room service and Netflix whilst we wait for our ever so loving (Y/N) to reappear?” Veronica raised her eyebrow at the group in front of her. “By the way, Amelia is covering for Archie and told Miranda, he was out buying her something special.”

Aria walked into the room, out of breath, almost as if she had climbed up the stairs and ran around the corridors. Her face red and his breathing hard. “Mum,” she said in between her breaths “Dad, bar.”

“Ri, you okay?” Betty asked, springing up from the bed, making the rest of the group chuckle.

“No worries auntie Betty, I’m getting my breath back now.”

“What’s wrong? You sound like you’ve just ran a marathon?” Amelia asked, practically rushing over to her twin sister.

“Mum didn’t turn up for breakfast because she been with dad.”

“So they’ve seen each other? Is that why no-one can get in contact with either of them?”

“Aria! It’s time to leave!” (Y/N) shouted as she stood in the corridor, facing Archie. His eyes never coming off her.

“I’ll send Aria back in time for your wedding, I can promise you that, Archie Andrews.”

“Actually, the wedding’s off.” he frowned.

Aria and Amelia stood listening behind the door, giving each other a high-five as their father confirmed their suspicions. Although, Aria was sure her father no longer loved her mother, Amelia had spent every last breath convincing her otherwise. Behind them, Jughead, Veronica and Lillian let out a squeal, whilst Betty shook her head in shock.

Archie took (Y/N)’s silence as his cue to continue. “She hated Amel, no, Aria. God, I’ll never get used to that.” he chuckled slightly as (Y/N) nodded her head in agreement. “I couldn’t marry her. Not like that. I should’ve ended it before it got to this point.”

“What made you change your mind?” (Y/N) raised her eyebrow, looking at him with a playful look on her face.

“You. You did.”


An heir and a spare: second sons who take their elder brother’s place

“One day you will be a good lord for Winterfell, I think.”

“No I won’t.” Bran knew he would never be a lord, no more than he could be a knight. “Robb’s to marry some Frey girl, you told me so yourself, and the Walders say the same. He’ll have sons, and they’ll be the lords of Winterfell after him, not me.”

“It may be so, Bran,” Ser Rodrik said, “but I was wed three times and my wives gave me daughters. Now only Beth remains to me. My brother Martyn fathered four strong sons, yet only Jory lived to be a man. When he was slain, Martyn’s line died with him. When we speak of the morrow nothing is ever certain.

Little Sister

A/N: Hello, everyone! This is a late bday gift for my great friend Rachel! I’m sorry it took me this long, doll, but here it is! Lots of love and well wishes! I hope you like it!

Logan had loved the idea of a little brother. When they told him Annabeth was pregnant again, he’d been adorably excited. The reality of his constantly crying and attention needing baby brother, on the other hand, didn’t thrill him as much. He was usually a happy, well behaved child, but Nate’s birth brought upon some epic jealousy crisis.  It had taken both Percy and Annabeth sitting him down and very seriously explaining to him that Nathan got more attention because he was very little and he couldn’t do anything by himself yet. Some additional sucking up about how Logan was such a big boy already and could help mommy and daddy with the baby did the trick. From that moment on, Logan had donned the big brother mantle with pride.

They thought Nathan would go just about the same way when Annabeth was pregnant with Charlie. A bit resistant to the idea at first, but soon get used to it and join them in their excitement.

Boy, were they wrong.

Logan was six when Charlotte was born, and he thought having a little sister was the coolest thing ever – mostly because he figured being a girl, she would want different toys and things, so he wouldn’t have to share his stuff like he’d had to with Nathan. He already had gotten used to not being the baby of the house anymore, so Charlie wasn’t a threat in his book. She’d be just another kid in the house he could play with. Now, Nate…

Nathan hated Charlie. From the moment he heard the news of the pregnancy, he had resented the new baby. While Logan spent the nine months around Annabeth, bugging her with questions about the baby and asking her if his little sister was kicking yet, and if he could feel it, Nathan was usually plopped down a few feet away, resolutely playing with his toys and making a point to ignore mommy and baby. He occasionally sent betrayed glares at his big brother, like he was honestly shocked Logan wasn’t as mad at the addition to the family as him. It would have been funny if it hadn’t been so worrying.

Percy and Annabeth tried including him like they did Logan, telling him what size the baby would be (“She’s a little peanut, Nate! Isn’t that cute?”), bringing him along on nursery shopping (“Do you think your little sister would like little ducklings, sweetie?”) and asking him if he wanted to feel his little sister kick (“No.”) When they asked him what he’d like her name to be, he’d suggested “Ugly Jackson”. They’d tried every trick in the book to figure out what was the problem, short of calling a psychologist. They gave him just as much attention and just as much love as ever, so it was really a mystery why he’d be so reluctant to welcome the new baby.

They thought maybe it would get better when she was born, that maybe he’d see how cute and tiny she was and follow Logan’s example of being the proud and protective big brother, but it didn’t happen. He seemed to resent her even more. Every time Charlie cried, he burst into tears too; whenever one of their friends came over to see the littlest Jackson, he’d start an embarrassing temper tantrum; if Logan as much as got near Charlie, he’d stand up from wherever he was and rush to his brother’s side, sticking to him and not letting go. It was getting out of hand.

They’d talked to him innumerous times about being nicer to his baby sister, and while it did get better with time, he never really seemed to like Charlie much. As she grew bigger and started crawling, she’d crawl his way and he’d stand up and go play somewhere else. When she started walking, he’d literally run away from her if she came closer. While Logan was teaching her that her Barbies could be the heroines to his action figures, and patiently standing her tea parties, Nate was always glaring at them on the other end of the couch. The older they got, the harder they bickered, and soon enough the hair pulling and biting started. Nate had once gone to school with purple teeth marks on his cheek from where Charlie had bitten him, and Charlie had needed five stitches from the time he pushed her from the swings face first into the sand of the playground. Logan did his best to intervene and send them both to opposite sides of the house when they got too bad, but he was a child too, and at times he was so fed up with his siblings, he’d lock himself up in his room and let them kill each other.

It wasn’t always so bad. They had their moments of peaceful co-existence. When they wanted to cause mischief there was no family feud that could stop the Jackson kids. Percy had once found Charlie standing on Nathan’s shoulders to try and reach the cookie jar on top of the kitchen counter, and they usually teamed up to make Annabeth’s mother’s day gifts. There was no more unified front than the three of them when they’d demanded to go to Disneyland on the holidays, and there wasn’t a peep when they all sat down to watch The Lion King. But still, the general rule was, if Nathan and Charlie could find any reason to fight, they would.

Until Charlie was about six.

Logan had been caught up in the latest flu season, so Percy had dropped him off at Sally’s for the afternoon. Nate and Charlie had been lucky enough to not catch it, and thus, didn’t get to miss class. Logan, being the oldest, usually picked them up from the school’s playground after their classes were out, and waited with them at the front for their parent’s cars. Since he was home sick that day, Annabeth had left Charlie and Nathan at school with express instructions to wait for them in the playground, not talk to strangers and not to follow strange people anywhere. She left Nate in charge due to his second oldest status, and rushed them both to their classrooms.

The school day went on with little excitements, the high point of Nathan’s day had been winning the spelling bee game of the week. He’d ran out of the classroom with his little friends, very much part of the mass of screaming children glad to be free of the days classes. Remembering his mom’s order, he’d looked around searching for Charlie, but she wasn’t anywhere. He felt immediately annoyed. Leave it to Charlotte to not do what mom had told her to. He’d spotted some of her stupid little friends giggling near the swings, so he knew she wasn’t still in class. He dismissed his friends playing invitations with a disgusted sigh, telling them he had to find his sister, and set off to do so.

The playground’s slide was a built like a castle tower, plastic walls imitating stone, a large archway in either side hiding the stairs that led to the top of the slide. And that’s where he found Charlie minutes later, hiding inside the tower’s walls, huddled on the ground, hugging her knees and sobbing profusely. Nate felt the urge to roll his eyes. Charlie was always crying about something or other, it was so annoying. He kicked her sneakers lightly to call her attention, and when she looked up, there was a flash of fear in her eyes before she registered it was him.

That strangely bothered Nate. Charlie was a firecracker, they had rolled around the floor pulling each other’s hair and she never once looked afraid of him. She wasn’t even afraid of Ursula, and Nathan admitted to himself that even he was a little afraid of the Little Mermaid’s witch. But Charlie wasn’t scared of anything.

Something had happened.

“Why are you crying?” he complained, still very much annoyed. He had to look all over the playground for her.

She rubbed her eyes with her sleeves and sniffed hard. “Nothing.”

He shrugged. “We have to wait for mom.”

She nodded and stood up, a wince scrunching her tiny features. Nathan’s eyes zeroed in automatically on her scraped knees. They weren’t bleeding anymore, but they had, he could see. His eyes narrowed. He grabbed her hands and turned them palm up, to see they were covered in scratches too.

“Why are you hurt?” he asked her.

She pouted, lower lip jutting out as her eyes filled with tears again. “Melissa was being mean to my friend. I told her to stop and she pushed me. It hurts!” she whined.

Something very strange happened then. Nathan had the weird, never before present, urge to punch that Melissa in the face for what she had done to Charlie. It took him by complete surprise. He was so used to their games of pushing and shoving and biting, they hurt each other all the time. But that was different. That was Charlie and him, that was when Charlie was annoying him, and stealing his toys and being a pain in the butt. She hadn’t done anything wrong. And this Melissa girl couldn’t just go around hurting his little sister.

He could push Charlie if she was being annoying. No one else could.

He grabbed Charlie by the wrist and started tugging her out of the tower.

“Who’s Melissa?” he asked her seriously.

“That… With the pigtails…” she pointed, mid-hiccups, at the tallest girl among a gaggle of other little girls, twisting her stupid pigtails and laughing.

“Stay here.” He instructed, letting go of Charlie and marching towards the other kids.

Melissa must have sensed him standing behind her, because she turned around with a ridiculous little pout, still twisting that stupid pigtail.

“Who are you?” she asked, nose twisting in that way girls in his class did sometimes, when they thought the boys were talking to them.

“I’m Charlie’s older brother.” He saw the moment she registered who Charlie was supposed to be, because she stopped smiling and took a step back.

“What do you want?” she asked, going for bravado, but sounding a bit like a whimper.

He took a step forward and tugged her pigtail hard. She squealed in pain and he let go.

“Next time you hurt my sister I’ll cut it off!” he threatened.

She, of course, ran away screaming for the teacher. He would probably get grounded. He didn’t stick around to find out. He grabbed Charlie’s wrist and ran in the opposite direction, direction, hiding under the slide tower with her in a vain attempt to escape their punishment. As they crouched inside the plastic bricks, listening intently for the sound of the teacher’s steps, Charlie turned to him with big sea green eyes misted with tears and gratefulness.

“Thank you, Nate! You’re the best big brother!”

“Well…” he huffed, suddenly feeling bashful at his display of brotherly protectiveness. “Don’t get used to it!”

She cleaned her tears on her sleeves and giggled happily, and for the first time since Nate could remember, he was glad to hear the sound. Charlie was mostly a pain in the butt, but no one was going to hurt his little sister in his watch.

Annabeth found them a few minutes later, hands in her waist and foot tapping angrily, Charlie’s teacher behind her with a matching unimpressed expression. They softened once they’d seen Charlie’s scrapes and their explanation, but he still got a stern chewing out from both adults of how violence isn’t the answer. Annabeth agreed to ground Nathan for his misdoings, but pointed out to the teacher that this wouldn’t have happened in the first place if Melissa hadn’t been going around pushing her classmates to the ground, and the woman compromised to call her parents too. They walked away with a warning and Nathan’s dessert suspended for the week.

 When they were in the car, though, Annabeth looked at Charlie in the rear view mirror and told her seriously.

“Next time she pushes you, Charlie, you give her a kick in the knees. She’ll never mess with you again.”

Charlie grinned. Nathan almost felt sorry for that Melissa girl. Charlie could kick like a karate champion. He felt a bit proud actually.

“Can I kick Nate if he pushes me?” she asked gleefully.

Or not. She was SO annoying!


AU : ❛ 敗者 【 ya ∙ ku ∙ za 】. ❜


There are no scars from a fight to mar him, to have left him at death’s door begging for mercy, and afterwards for revenge. Blood not sapped from him leaves his heritage still flowing through his veins. To the clan, Shimada Sōjirō’s comes to mean nothing once his eldest has taken up the mantle, with his brother  by his side.

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