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storm the gods - Chapter 1 - DecemberCamie - Hunter X Hunter [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 1 title:  I have too many questions and places to go

Chapter 1 word count:  1088


Gon is fourteen years old when Aunt Mito tells him he’s the son of sea and man.

It’s finally here, yay! :D this is the first chapter out of five for my pjo/demigod au fic! I started and wrote most of this back in May so it’s been on the back burner for a while now.

Big thank you to @softkillua who beta’d this thing a while ago, you’re the best Kaz <3

Oh, also, the plan is to update this fic once a week! The first chapter is kind of short but I hope you enjoy reading anyway ^^ Next week’s chapter will be longer, I promise!

Gon is fourteen years old when Aunt Mito tells him he’s the son of sea and man.

He’s surprised, but then he’s not. It shouldn’t make sense, but it does. Because how else could he can talk to fish and stay underwater for hours on end, finding pearls and tiny seashells for Aunt Mito to string into jewelry and wind-chimes and scatter around their little house by the sea?

“You said Ging died,” is all he says and Aunt Mito shakes her head.

“He’s not dead,” she says quietly, a hidden heartbreak in her words. “But he’s not here, either. And that’s all that matters.”

“Where is he, then?” Gon asks next.

“Far from here. I don’t know where, exactly. But I remember him speaking about a camp in America…you’ll find others like you there, like your father. They can help prepare you for what’s out there.”

Gon stays silent at that. Ging is as much a demigod as Gon, but everything Gon knows about him ends there.

Aunt Mito stands, leaves their dining room to enter the kitchen. Gon hears the draws opening and closing, smells the fresh salt air rolling in from the open window down the hall. His adoptive mother returns with a wooden box and a sad, sad look in her honey-brown eyes.

“Here,” she says and holds the box out to him. “You should see this before you go.”

Camp Half-Blood is miles and days and dreams away from Whale Island and Gon ages a month and four days before he finally sets his eyes on the first wooden cabins off in the distance. He crosses the Camp’s border less than twenty-four hours after turning fifteen years old.

“My name is Gon,” he tells the first teens who find him- they’re a few years older than he is, with multicolored beads around their necks and calloused, sunburned hands.

He searches their faces for any touch of resemblance, a shared nose or a scattering of freckles, but finds none.

“My name is Gon Freecss,” he tells the dark-haired centaur with wiry glasses after the teens leave him. “Ging Freecss is my dad.”

The centaur- who’s introduced to him as Mister Wing- raises an eyebrow. “I have not heard that name in many years.”

Gon sits up a little bit straighter. “Do you know where he is?”

The centaur shakes his head and disappointment crashes over Gon like a wave.

“And your other parent?” Mister Wing asks in return. “Of which god or goddess are you descended from?”

Gon’s never been good with names. He forgot the title of his godly parent only heartbeats after Aunt Mito made him repeat it back to her.

“The sea,” he says instead because that resonates more with him than anything else.

The centaur’s eyebrows jump up even higher.

Poseidon’s Cabin is as large as it is empty.

Gon hates the way his footsteps echo as he walks down the wooden floor, but he loves the big windows facing the sea.

He’s never been to Long Island before, where Camp-Half Blood sits upon a tall hill overlooking the water. But it’s still an island, surrounded by the ocean on all four sides, just Gon’s home. Like Whale Island.

And Gon is happy with that, if nothing else.

There’s whispers wherever Gon goes- in the dining area, in the armory, in the stable. They follow Gon like his shadow and it’s weird for him to be in a place where no one knows his name.

He meets two older teens his first full day in the camp and they become his guide and close friends in the span of hours.

Kurapika has windswept blond hair and grey eyes that burn scarlet and bright, ruby red. Leorio wears glasses he doesn’t need and can’t shoot an arrow straight to save his life, but he wants to be a doctor so it’s not his life he’s worried about.

“What do you want to do here, Gon?” Kurapika asks kindly and Gon doesn’t even think before blurting out:

“I want to find my dad! But…I need to train first. Aunt Mito said that monsters would hurt me if I don’t grow strong.”

“Aunt Mito?” Leorio repeats, questioning.

“She’s my mom!”

Leorio and Kurapika share confused looks over the tips of Gon’s spikes but don’t press further.

“Your mother is right about one thing-” Kurapika says and aims with his bow. When he lets go, the arrow flies through the air and buries itself deep into the target’s center.

Gon gasps in awe and Leorio glowers, grumbling under his breath about how ‘it’s the last time he’ll ever practice weaponry with the son of Athena-’

Kurapika gives Gon a small smile and hands over the bow.

“-you’ll need to practice if you’re ever going to become strong enough to find your father.”

There’s lots of strange things in Camp Half-Blood, things Gon’s never seen before, things that make him think he’s still back on Whale Island, fast asleep and dreaming.

A drink that can heal any injury, but can kill you if you have too much.

A real-life dragon that guards the Camp borders.

Nymphs and satyrs and creatures that come right out of the legends Aunt Mito used to read to Gon as a child.

And then there’s the shadow with hair made of stars and electric-blue eyes.

“Hey, Leorio-” Gon nudges the gangly teen who’s currently spitting fire at a scowling Kurapika, “-who’s that, over there?”

“Huh?! Who’re you-” Leorio follows Gon’s finger to the pale boy sitting alone three tables away and falls quiet. The boy’s not doing much, just pushing his food around his plate and keeping his distance from everyone and everything around him. But Leorio’s sudden silence implies there’s something more to this than what Gon can immediately see.

“Leorio?” Gon asks. “What’s wrong? You don’t know him?”

“Gon,” Kurapika says in a hushed tone. “It’s better if you don’t ask about him.”

“But, why? He’s not doing anything wro-”


Kurapika’s voice is hard, unyielding. His gaze warns Gon not to pry so Gon swallows his words before they have the chance to crawl out of his mouth.

Leorio and Kurapika are back at it a few seconds later, spatting out insults and jibes like it’s a contest and they’ll be cursed for all of eternity if they lose. Gon picks at his lamb and spends the rest of the meal sneaking glances at the isolated moonbeam of a boy just a few meters away.


Originally posted by eavensmusings

Pairing: Scott Summers x reader
Fandom: Marvel (X-Men)
Warnings: [N/A]

You were new to the school. You had just discovered your powers a couple months ago and just like that your parents dropped you off that this school for mutants.

It wasn’t that bad here though.
You were surrounded by others like you. It was nice.

Today was a particularly nice day so you decided why not go for a walk outside. Students rode there bikes and others played soccer. It almost seemed normal.

At that moment you passed a group of guys who were being a bit rough with each other. One bumped into another boy whose ruby red lensed glasses fell off his face.

The boy seemed to panic as he quickly squeezed his eyes shut.

“Very funny guys now help me find them” the boy said getting on his knees and he started to feel around on the ground for his shades.

One of the boys snickered and kicked the boys glasses away making it harder for him to retrieve them.

You glared at the group of boys as the laughed and walked away leaving the helpless boy alone. You were very tempted to use your powers on them.

You examined the boy for a moment as he scrambled to look for his glasses. He looked about your age and you remembered seeing him around once or twice.

The reason this boy really stuck out to you wasn’t just because he was very handsome but also the fact he was always wearing sun glasses indoors. It was a bit unusual.

You decided to go help him out so you walked over and picked up his glasses.

“We’re are my shades” the boy mumbled to himself still feeling around on the grass.

“Ah I got them” you said and the boy looked up at you with his eyes still squeezed shut.

He stood up shakily and you handed him the glasses.
“Thanks” the boy said attempting to put his glasses back on his face but he ended up poking himself in the eye by accident.

He cursed putting a hand over his eye and dropping his glasses again.

“Er why don’t you just open your eyes?” You asked picking them up for him again.

“I ah can’t… I have er laser eyes and I’ll probably put a hole in you if I do that” the boy said gulping.

“Oh sorry” you frowned “I didn’t know”.

“It’s fine but could you help me out”.

“Yeah of course”.

You moved the boys hand out of the way then gently placed his glasses upon his face.

“Thanks” the boy said a small grin spreading across his face. Suddenly he seemed to become rather surprised.
“Woah so that’s what you look like”.

You blinked “but I thought…”.

“I can see with my shades on” the boy explained “the glasses keep my eyes in check so I don’t destroy anything when I open them”.

“That’s pretty cool” you said letting out a soft laugh as you examined his face.

“You think?” The boy raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah well not the fact you can’t see but the idea of the glasses… And the laser eyes aren’t half bad either”.

The boy shrugged smirking “meh I guess it’s pretty impressive”.
You laughed again causing the boys smirk to grow wider.
“I’m Scott by the way” he introduced holding out his hand so you could shake it.

“[Y/N]” you smiled shaking it “nice to meet you Scott”.

anonymous asked:

Could I request a scenario for Matthew x reader on a snowy day? Have a great day btw!

Thank you very much, you have a great (late) day as well!

The wind was biting cold and seemed to go right through your shivering body. Layers of clothing did little to prevent the little snowflakes finding their way under your coat, your shawl, your boots. “I’m really sorry about this Y/n. The weatherman predicted sunshine today.” Your loving boyfriend Canada stood next to you, his glove-covered hand in yours, his eyes apologizing with their sheer intensity alone. His cheeks and nose were ruby red, his glasses fogged as his hot breath hit the lenses. Despite the cold weather and you currently freezing your ass off, you couldn’t be mad at him. “It’s alright Mattie…let’s just get home.” A smile grazed your features as you watched the handsome Canadian light up. He was always so insecure about everything he did, it made you a bit sad if you were honest. He had no reason to be insecure. He was kind, gentle, forth-coming and overall just the sweetest person you could ever hope to meet. A rush of love soared through you as you stood on your tippy-toes, pressing a soft kiss against his wet cheek. Startled he turned toward you. His lavender eyes glistened as a confused grin made its way on his sweet lips. Eyeing them you chuckled before grabbing his hand a little tighter. “What’s on your mind, Y/n?” You simply laughed and dragged him behind you as you started to jogg toward the house the two of you were sharing. Pushing open the cold metal opening, a crieking sound came from the fence. Ice cracked as your fingertips numbed. Blowing on to them you watched Canada close the gate. “Let’s get inside. I’ll make you some cocoa.”

Lit candles filled the air with a warm spicy feeling as you kneeled in front of the balcony. Little snowflakes touched the cold glass, saying hello for a short moment before melting under your fingertips. “What are you doing on the floor, honey?” Confused, Canada looked toward your figure, curled up next to the comfy sofa. Putting the hot mugs on the nearby table, he pushed his glasses up, walked over and bend down. “Why don’t you come to the couch?” “Why don’t you sit down?”, came your soft reply, moving one hand up to cup his warm cheek. Smiling, your boyfriend indulged you. Pulling you inbetween his legs and wrapping his strong arms around you. Leaning into his warmth you sighed heavily. Breathing in his sweet, musky scent, rubbing his arms, your eyes started to close. Watching the little ice crystals dance outside your house, you felt utterly at peace.