walking rome

Favorite Place to Hang Out (PJO)


  • With Annabeth - Walking around New York City
  • With friends - usually where ever they want to go, but he’ll usually suggest a really good pizza place a few blocks from where he lives
  • With family - at home with popcorn and blankets, watching movies


  • With Percy - If they’re in New York she usually likes to go to the Met but also really likes the pizza place a few minutes away from where Percy lives
  • With friends - anywhere they can walk around a lot, she usually likes to see new places to get ideas for architecture
  • With family - she enjoys watching movies with everyone but she really looks forward to museum trips with her dad


  • With Juniper - They can’t really leave the woods together but he brings her lots of little things from wherever he goes around the world and tells her as much as he can about the different places
  • With family/friends - Usually somewhere surrounded by nature, but he does love the pizza place by Percy


  • With Piper - on a roof, somewhere they can see the stars
  • With friends - usually open to different options, he likes to visit New Rome as much as he can though
  • With family - The first few times he gets together with Thalia they go to places from their childhood. After a while they decide to move to seeing different natural landmarks around the world


  • With Jason - Somewhere they can see the stars or at the beach
  • With friends - She tried to teach Jason to surf but he always ended up getting hit with the worst waves (they figured it something to do with Zeus and Poseidon’s rivalry) but Percy ends up being really good at it (since it’s a water related sport) so sometimes everyone will take group trips to the beach
  • With family - Piper and her dad always try to go to Grandpa Tom’s house at least once a year and tell stories about their favorite memories with him


  • With Frank - She really likes going to amusement parks and fairs with him
  • With friends - She’s usually open to wherever they want to go, though she’s really fascinated with Time Square when they’re on the east coast
  • With Nico - They usually like to go places they remember from childhood and joke around with people saying things like, “This place sure has changed from my day.”


  • With Hazel - He really likes just walking around New Rome together
  • With friends - He’s not really picky about where they hang out but he really enjoys the Met if they’re by New York City
  • With family - He feels more connected with his grandma when he celebrates his culture. He feels connected with his mom when he works with Reyna as Praetor and when he uses his shape shifting ability.


  • With Will - Curled up together playing video games or watching five movies in a row in Will’s attempt to catch him up on everything he’s missed (Will also gets really excited when he realized Nico doesn’t know Darth Vader is Luke’s father while watching Star Wars)
  • With friends - Anywhere warm and sunny, Jason especially insists on getting him some kind of food
  • With family - Visiting places from childhood with Hazel


  • With Nico - Playing videogames and watching movies
  • With friends - most of the time they have to stay around CHB but Will really enjoys the strawberry fields. He’s not sure if it’s how colorful they are, how good it smells, or just the fact that it’s always sunny there
  • With family - His mom’s a really good singer and enjoys doing karaoke. Will is a horrible singer but still enjoys it.


  • With Calypso - Traveling
  • With friends - He keeps trying to convince them all to go back to Rome to get more fonzies (Piper then reminds him he’s the one with the flying metal dragon) He really enjoys Piper’s ideas to go to the beach most of the time though.
  • With family - Any time he hears or smells machinery he’s reminded of his mom

tsunderecamore  asked:

Hey! I love your drawings (even though I'm a little sad some otps won't be happening cause of the age difference) and I was wondering if maybe you can have Rome walk into Romano and Italy finger painting with left over pasta sauce all over the walls?

(I’m sorry about your otps, but I can’t make everyone happy ^^” (Going to be fully honest, I hate this drawing it’s so ugly… loved the idea though!))

- Reyna and Annabeth bond over their love of hot chocolate and hot-messes-of-friends who are trying (and failing) to run the demigod camps
- Reyna doesn’t like Annabeth that much when they first meet
- She can’t understand how anyone so smart would date that sweet, kind-hearted doofus child named Percy Jackson
- She eventually grows to love Annabeth’s sense of humour and smile and witty intelligence
- Annabeth doesn’t understand why Jason never dated Reyna (she’s super strong, crazy smart, beautiful, kind, stubborn)
- Doesn’t understand until she hears Jason’s stories of trying to set Reyna up with a couple of girls in the legion
- For which, he says, he got smacked in the back of the head
- “how was I supposed to know she didn’t want me to set her up with a cute girl after she told she was gay? I’m her best friend, that’s my JOB.”
- Annabeth is a little surprised, but then she notices Reyna staring at Calypso’s butt and getting a little discombobulated whenever a really cute girl talks to her
- Annabeth finds herself flirting with Reyna just to mess with her
- Reyna is slightly offended but also not because a cute girl is flirting with her
- Percy has changed a lot since their trip through Tartarus
- Annabeth and Percy slowly drift apart after the war with Gaea
- They start fighting a lot and they can’t figure out what’s wrong
- They’re not really sure why, but they end up going their separate ways
- Reyna is the first person Annabeth goes to after the breakup
- She holds Annabeth as she cries, wraps her up in a blanket, makes her some hot chocolate, and calls Hazel and Piper over for a girls’ night
- They don’t ask questions, they just bring takeout and feel good movies over to Reyna’s quarters and they all cuddle together on the couch and watch movies
- Annabeth is squished closest to Reyna and she falls asleep with her head in Reyna’s lap
- Piper and Hazel take over Reyna’s bed (Reyna doesn’t ask any questions)
- Reyna doesn’t have the strength to wake Annabeth up, so she ends up falling asleep with her hand tangled in Annabeth’s hair
- She wakes up early with Annabeth curled around her and snoring softly, so she goes back to sleep
- Piper and Hazel wake them up while whispering and giggling and just being super attached to each other (Reyna finds it so cute it’s gross)
- Annabeth slowly removes herself from Reyna and apologizes for grabbing on so tight
- Reyna doesn’t mind one bit, but she just tells Annabeth “it’s fine, I totally understand. If you need anything, just let me know”
- And Piper gives Reyna a knowing smirk but Anabeth just smiles shyly and thanks her
- Reyna and Annabeth start spending a lot of time with each other over the next few weeks
- Reyna tells herself it’s only because Annabeth needs a friend, but she lets Annabeth cuddle with her whenever she needs to
- Annabeth is so thankful for Reyna and for some reason she’s started to notice a weird tingling feeling in her stomach whenever she sees Reyna??? and she doesn’t know why
- Annabeth finds herself really really looking forward to their movie nights and hot chocolate dates and walks through New Rome
- They don’t fall asleep on the couch anymore, now they have the frame of mind to lay down on the bed when they start to fall asleep during the movie
- Annabeth and Reyna both wonder to themselves if this is how normal best friends act, if normal best friends cuddle and fall asleep together in bed
- They both decide that it has to be normal, there’s nothing weird about it
- One day Annabeth grabs Reyna’s hand and pulls her along to make her walk faster so they can get to Leo’s party faster and the contact makes Reyna’s stomach flip
- When they finally get to the party, Reyna interlaces their fingers and looks at Annabeth to make sure it’s okay and Annabeth just smiles really big and runs her thumb over Reyna’s hand and everything’s just right
- A few weeks pass and they don’t really discuss it or mean to but their relationship gets a lot more touchy
- They’re not afraid to grab each other’s hand or to hug each other randomly and they no longer question if it’s weird to cuddle with your best friend
- Neither of them know exactly what their relationship is
- Reyna wants the relationship to be more than just friends, but she doesn’t want Annabeth to think she was just using her the whole time
- And Annabeth is so fucking in love with Reyna it’s not even funny and when she realizes it she tells herself that she really needs to tell Reyna before she does anything stupid and scare Reyna off because it’s possible that Reyna has no romantic feelings for her whatsoever and she doesn’t want to overstep her bounds
- Reyna plans to ask just what in the world their relationship actually is one night during movie night
- Which is also the same night Annabeth was planning on asking Reyna out on a date
- So they’re both super hella awkward that night and can’t figure out why the other person is acting so weird
- Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano, Praetor of Camp Jupiter and Daughter of the war goddess Bellona actually gets nervous and trips over her words and spills popcorn and Annabeth can’t help but laugh at this beautiful and adorable dork in front of her
- Annabeth Chase, Daughter of the Wisdom goddess Athena herself, can’t quite gather up the courage to say anything before the movie starts
- Reyna doesn’t pay any attention at all to the movie and when Annabeth asks her a question about it she doesn’t even know what was said or what’s going on
- Annabeth waves a hand in front of her face “Reyna? Are you okay? You look a little si-”
“I love you.” Reyna blurts out before she can stop herself
- Annabeth is taken aback and isn’t really sure what to say and Reyna is freaked out by her silence and then proceeds to disentangle herself from Annabeth and tries to get up from the couch all while apologizing profusely and saying that of course she misread the signs and that she’ll go back to her own place and that Annabeth never has to see her again
- But then Annabeth smiles and grabs ahold of Reyna’s hand and pulls her back to the couch, intertwining their fingers
- They’re both silent for a few moments as Reyna tries to avoid looking anywhere but directly at Annabeth and she’s expecting to hear that Annabeth loves her too, that she always has, but only as a friend
- When she finally looks at Annabeth she sees Annabeth staring at her lips
- And suddenly Reyna is excited and extremely confused
- Annabeth opens her mouth to reply with “I love you t-” but before she can finish Reyna’s mouth is on hers and it’s basically the best thing ever
- She really likes grabbing at Reyna’s flannel and Reyna really likes grabbing at Annabeth’s hoodie and it’s a lot to take in all at once
- They eventually need air and when they break apart they realize that Reyna somehow ended up straddling Annabeth’s hips and that Reyna’s flannel shirt is gone and Annabeth’s hand is on Reyna’s stomach
- Reyna rests her forehead on Annabeth’s and whispers “I love you so much”
- Annabeth whispers “I love you too” in between gentle kisses and while running her hand over Reyna’s abs
- For some reason Piper shows up at Annabeth’s door the next morning, banging on it incessantly before unlocking it herself and following a trail of clothes to Annabeth’s bedroom to find Annabeth and Reyna peacefully sleeping in the bed, curled around each other and very much clothes-less
- Piper clears her throat and scares the absolute shit out of both women in the bed
- Annabeth almost falls out of the bed
- Then she proceeds to yell at Piper for five minutes while Piper laughs and Reyna sits back and just smiles at her girlfriend and best friend
- After allowing just enough verbal abuse towards Piper, Reyna snakes an arm around Annabeth’s stomach and peppers kisses across her shoulders, trying to calm her down
- Annabeth is startled and not amused “Rey! Piper is RIGHT THERE” and when Reyna just pulls her back towards the mattress to hug her close Annabeth tries to glare at Piper but she’s having a hard time and instead just manages to get out the words “Go away now and don’t tell anyone and we’ll forget this happened”
- Piper giggles and says “Bye love birds”
- When they finally make it out of bed and into the public to eat lunch, Hazel winks at Reyna and high fives Annabeth, Jason shouts “IT’S ABOUT TIME” from across the pavilion, Leo shouts something inappropriate and Piper and Hazel have to hold back Annabeth and Reyna so they don’t attack him, Calypso smacks Leo and then congratulates them, and everyone goes to see Frank for some reason and it looks like money is changing hands, but Reyna decides not to ask what’s going on
- They’re just really cute together
- They steal each other’s clothes and cuddle a lot and they love to watch movies together and drink hot chocolate and kiss a whole bunch
- Annabeth knows judo and Reyna asks her to teach her some
- It becomes one off their favourite couple activities
- A few years later, Reyna retires and decides to go to college in New Rome
- The retirement ceremony is really beautiful and Piper and Annabeth and Leo all cry while Hazel hugs them all and playfully rolls her eyes at Reyna
- Reyna is happy to pass the job on to Frank, she knows he’ll be fantastic at it
- Frank is really happy and definitely the captain of the Reynabeth ship
- Piper insists that she’s the captain, and they argues so Leo and Reyna suggest they just co-captain the ship
- They finally agree to it
- Annabeth is the one to propose to Reyna
- She does it at none other than the coffee shop where they love to have hot chocolate dates
- Of course Reyna says yes and there’s lots of hugging and cheering and kissing

Romee Strijd walks the runway at the Pronovias Show during Barcelona Bridal Fashion Week 2017 on April 28, 2017 in Barcelona, Spain

Heart Comps. 3: Darkness Fuels Jealousy

A/N: IT’S BAAACCCKKKK. Heart Complications 3 is here! Now I’m warning you more, this is going to get violent, dark, abusive. We’re gonna see how bad the Demon side of Finn is, and we’re gonna see that he’s got interesting powers in the next chapters. This? It’s just a prelude. There’s no smut in this one, just general freakish things. AND YES I know that Finn would never be this way, however, this is my fic and this is how I feel the Demon King would act.

Characters: Reader Inserted

Word Count: 2,590

Triggers: Stalking, Anxiety, Threats

Type: Non-smutty.

Tags: @neeadinghugs @deseraysmiththings @panic-angel3314 @ambrosegirlforever @queen-twerks-a-lot @baeckyshorsewomen @mishaandtears


What happens when Finn gets jealous? He loses control of who he is.


Originally posted by baleesi

Waking up in an empty hotel room used to be fine for you. You loved your independence. You thrived in your aloneness. After that night with Seth? Not so much. I guess it’s a good thing you’ve had a 6 day weekend in the beautiful city you reside in.

You remember waking up to a couple of passive aggressive texts from Finn from the last few days. He wasn’t happy that Seth was first, and that he didn’t understand why you didn’t come to him. You know he’s called the Demon King for a reason, you just didn’t know that the Demon would be slowly coming out in jealousy fits.

You wake up to the light hitting your face. Your eyes, barely holding open as you fully come to. That’s when it hits you. Sunday. Tomorrow is Raw. I haven’t packed. Plane leaves at 8pm.

You check your phone for the time, when you notice the text message light blinking. You’ve fully avoided your gang of misfits all six days, which apparently has worried them.

Because your phone has 25 text messages and almost 40 missed calls. You roll your eyes and begin to scroll through.

You click Romans box first, the text messages pull a smile on your face.

Rome: Are you alive?

Rome: We haven’t heard from you in days.

Rome: Come on call me back.

Rome: I’ll send the goddamn cops, woman.

Rome: I’ll Liam Neeson you.

You send back, “yeah, I’m alive, just needed a break”, before clicking Jeffs box next.

Jeffro: I get that you need space but you gotta check in man.

Jeffro: Finn has been asking us if we’ve heard from you.

Jeffro: I think he likes you.

Jeffro: I don’t blame him but for real answer your phone!

Jeffro: Just got off the phone with Finn, again. He’s worried about you. Call him.

You hit the reply box, “I’ll call him after I wake up a bit more, I needed a break”. You enter Dean’s texts.

Dean: If you’re not either dead or dying when I see you, I’ll make sure you’re one of those options.

Dean: Getting us all freaked out that you’re dead. Dick.

You laugh hard, “back at you, douche”, clicking reply. Next is Seth.

Seth: Did I do something wrong? I haven’t heard from you since that night. Call me back.

You text Seth, “no, nothing you did, I just needed to be alone, sorry to worry you. See you at RAW?”

And the dreaded 12 text messages from Finn. The lump in your throat forms, more scared than sad.

Finn: Are you okay? Call me back.

Finn: Look, you need to tell me if you’re alive. Answer.

Finn: I’m getting really, really upset that you’re avoiding me.

Finn: Do you hate me or something?

Finn: I can’t get ahold of Seth either. You two having fun?

Finn: I still don’t understand why you’re into him. It’s weird.

Finn: But clearly he’s won you over so I’ll just leave you be.

Finn: You know I hate it when you don’t talk to me.

Finn: (Y/N)..

You don’t even read the rest. You just start clicking away. “I’m alright. I’ve been AT MY HOUSE for the past six days. I wanted some alone time, because ever since I slept with Seth, you all have been fighting for my attention. YOU MORE THAN ANYONE. If I want to sleep with any of you, I’ll make sure to let you know”.

You hit send and get out of bed, not even comprehending why he’s so upset. It’s unlike Finn so much, so it scares you. You’re not dating, you can sleep with who you want. You mentally shrug and pull your hair into a ponytail before looking through your dresser for clothes to bring on the new States tour. You don’t even know where to start, but what you do know… is that you’re bringing a lot of lingerie.


You slowly make your way around the Talking Stick Resort Arena in Phoenix, AZ, catching Romans eye from down the hall. He stops his conversation mid sentence to charge at you. You brace yourself for floor impact, dropping your bags, but you’re lifted off the floor in a big spin hug.

“Rome, you’re crushing me”.

Ohp”, he says as he sets you down gently, “I forgot that you’re tiny”. You hit his bicep playfully as he grabs your bags. That’s when he looks at you almost sympathetically. You roll your eyes.

“What now, Rome”, you ask before gazing into his blue eyes. His mouth twists, like he’s contemplating even telling you, that’s when a deep sigh leaves his body.

“Finn… isn’t Finn right now”, he mumbles as you both begin walking to the locker rooms to get ready for the show, “you see, we’ve been around him long enough to tell the signs, but you..”, he pauses, “you’re new”.

A look of confusion plays on your face, trying to decipher his words.

“When Finn is mad.. or jealous.. or basically any type of negative emotion.. something else comes out.. someone else”.

“What do you mean by that? Why is it aimed towards me?”

“He’s got a thing for you, he has since he met you, and when you slept with Seth, his someone else started to begin to show through”, you both turn the corner, walking down a long, quiet hall, “and what you sent him today pushed him into dangerous territory, a place none of us have seen in quiet a while”.

Finn turns a corner, standing in front of the both of you, “speak of th’ devil, am I correct”? Your body detects the instant change of atmosphere as he stands in front of you, almost taller than usual. Roman keeps close to you, ready to jump at any given time.

Your lips let out a faint whisper, “hiya finn..”. The words from your lips make him lick his slowly, “she haven’t a clue, has she”?

As Roman and Finn stare each other down, Romans arm hovers in front of you protectively. You eye Finn up and down. He is taller. You begin looking harder at him, his silky white Irish skin you knew is almost as stark as fresh snow. The pitch black suit doesn’t help. Your eyes trail along his elongated body to his face. His lips that used to be a wet, pouty pink, have become dry, and three shades lighter. His normal bright blue eyes are an ashy gray, followed by a hint of smoldering red. You take a step back to assess this situation. His grin upon his face plays wider, taunting you to make any sort of statement, any sort of sudden move.

“I can hear your heart beating faster, ya should probably go”.

You begin to walk past both Roman and Finn. He grabs your arm tight.

“Don’t worry, little one”, his words like shards of glass against your face, he leans in close, “I don’t have a match tonight, even if you run, I’ll find you”. That’s when he whispers something into your ear, something you can’t decode, but the sound of it makes your ears ring louder than church bells. You pull away and notice the devilish grin form on his face, gulping down a swallow of air as you look into his shadowy eyes. He allows your arm its freedom as Roman follows you into the locker room. His face almost as white as the walls behind him.

“Sooo… yeah that whole Demon King Finn thing? Yeah, real.”

I can fucking see that, Rome”.

He starts laughing as you calm your breathing, but he slyly locks the door behind him. Roman saunters up to you, standing directly behind you.

“Sorry for protecting you”, he pulls you by the shoulder so you’re facing him, “I know you don’t need any but I felt.. dominant.. around you”. Your breathing stalls as your hand reaches up, placing it on his chest. You immediately know you want to feel this man inside you. You also immediately know who lurks out in the shadows.

“Rome, I want to, so fucking bad”, you pull your hand away from him, “but we’re gonna have to wait until this shit with the Demon King is over”. His assuring smile lets you know that’s alright.

“I just want to make it through this night unscathed, okay?”

He kisses the top of your head, letting his lips linger on your skin for a couple seconds longer, “I’m always going to keep you safe”. You breathe into his neck. Safe. It’s the one word you’ve needed to hear since you ended up in the warpath of a jealous demon. Your heart calms at the sentence, knowing you could be hurt as soon as you walk out the door.

“Rome”, your inquisitive voice protrudes with a nervous break, “you said Finn isn’t Finn, which is very understandable now, but if he’s not Finn, what do I call him”? You feel Roman take a nervous gulp.

“Bálor. He’s Bálor. Demon King from the depths of an unruly hell”, he steps away from you, “who is using Finns jealousy to bring himself out, which means”.. Roman stops himself and takes a step away from you, before placing his hands upon both your shoulders, “we’re gonna get out of this room, okay”?

“Roman, what? ‘Which means’ what”? You struggle to grab your bag but he throws it over his shoulder.

“Bad things. Follow”.

He takes your hand, peeking his head out from the door, making sure there’s nobody around. “I’m taking you to Seth and Jeff”, he mouths, just in case. He begins heading down the hallway, always looking to make sure you’re not in any danger.

“Why”, you mouth back.

“I have a match with Dean”, he replies, looking back at you, “they’ll be able to help if I’m not around”.

Roman finally bursts through the door with force, making both Seth and Jeff jump from their chairs around a smaller table. Seth throws his cards halfway across the room in shock as Roman locks the door.

“Rome, the fuck man”?

You step from behind him, the expression on your face confirming their worst fears. Seth drops his anger, pulling you into a tight embrace. Jeff lowers his head, “she has, hasn’t she”? Roman nods, stripping his clothes off, ducking behind some lockers to get changed.

“Yeuhp, she has, and that’s not even the worst part”, he buckles his wrestling gear up as Dean comes staggering through the bathroom, “if that ain’t the worst part, what the hell is”?

Roman steps back to everyone, pulling his top over his head, “he’s so beyond a jealous rage that he relinquished his entire being over”, he clips his vest. He motions for Dean to follow him out, “so keep an eye on (Y/N), she’s gonna need it, especially with Bálors jedi mind tricks”. They leave, the door clicking locked behind them.

You dig through your marked outfit box, hoping to find something colorful to pep you up out of your funk. Oooh, lime green. You pull your outfit out and Seth looks up, “need me to help”, his smile beaming with his question. You mess up his hair, “I think I can dress myself”. You turn and disappear into the bathroom, Jeff and Seth both watching until you’re out of view.

It’s not very big, it never is, but the showers have great water pressure and the steam helps you relax. The hot water runs over your tired, drained body, hoping to find any bit of energy to get through your match. You step out, a towel loosely wrapped around your body. The shower door is locked shut, but it feels chilly, even with all the hot steam. You seem drowsy, hoping you’re dreaming as your towel falls off your body. You bend pick it up, but it gets kicked away from your hand. The bathroom lights begin to flicker a little.

You shoot straight back up and look directly into the mirror. Bálor. You turn around, but he isn’t here. Jedi mind tricks. You slowly face the mirror again, and this time he’s closer, reaching up and tugging a clump of your hair hard. You instinctively throw a punch into the wall, and everything stops, except for a soft laugh. You’ve never dressed faster in your life.

You step back into the locker room, and the four boys are there. Roman and Dean sweaty from their match. You look confused.

“How long was I in there for”?

“Almost an hour and fifteen minutes, they got back an hour ago”, Jeff replies, “are you alright”? You nod, lacing up your boots for your upcoming match. Dean perks up, “I suggest we all follow her to gorilla, so she doesn’t run into DemonDick”.

“He’s not a dick”, you lace your boots tighter, “he’s just.. not himself”. You hate when they talk about him. Finn is still your friend. He’s just not Finn. You stand up, heading towards the door.

“I can take care of myself, just stay here”, you assure them as each one looks at you, almost pleading to not go out alone, “I got this”. You smile.

You head out down the hallway to gorilla as you run chest first into him. You most certainly don’t got this.

You push him a little, “move”, your tone harsh. He catches your wrist, “now, now, look at ya”, his smoldering dead gray gaze slowly looks you from top to bottom, “such wonderful colors for someone apparently dark enough to dare piss me off”, the tone in his voice is gritty, “I should teach ya not to do that right here”.

Bálor slams you against the wall, hard enough to prove a point, watching the breath escape your lungs, “but I’m not one for foreplay”, he breathes out from his nose, the playful evil look turns to rage again, “I’ll see you later”. He removes his grip, sauntering away as if it never happened.

Your match with Sasha Banks went smoothly, you pick up a win just before Wrestlemania, where you’re supposed to team with Finn. You just hope Finn is Finn by then. The boys meet you in the gorilla, your stuff with them.

“We’re headed to the hotel, Finn has a room with us, we booked you a different one on the other side of the hotel, where maybe he can’t find you”. You thank them as you all head down the street towards the hotel, draped in a long jacket, you in the middle of four overprotective men.

Roman helps you to your room, the tiredness sinking in as you can barely see straight as you get to the door.

“You going to be okay?”, he asks, the genuine concern is refreshing after the day you’ve had. You breathe out almost in a defeated tone, “yeah, I think I will be”.

You watch his face twist a little, almost regretting letting you be alone in your room. He kisses the top of your head before handing you your bag.

“I know you’re worried about Finn, but you don’t have to be. Get some sleep, okay? You deserve it.”

Your innocent smile plays up, “I will Rome”.

“Call if you need help”, he says as he heads down to the elevator. You shove the key card in the slot and push open the door, closing it slowly. An instant chill runs from your lower back to your spine.

“I told you I’d see you later”.

just my fave disjointed snippets of percabeth in house of hades...

Annabeth’s only comfort was Percy. Every so often he would glance over and smile, or squeeze her hand. He had to be just as scared and miserable as she was, and she loved him for trying to make her feel better.

Her legs wobbled so badly, Percy cursed himself for not calling a rest earlier.  They sat together on a ledge next to a roaring fiery waterfall. Percy put his arm around Annabeth, and she leaned against him, shaking from exhaustion.  

At least he had Annabeth. They would find a way out of Tartarus. They had to. He didn’t think much of fates and prophecies, but he did believe in one thing: Annabeth and he were supposed to be together. They hadn’t survived so much just to get killed now.  "Things could’ve been worse,“ Percy didn’t see how, but he tried to sound upbeat.  Annabeth snuggled against him. Her hair smelled of smoke, and if he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine they were at the campfire at Camp Half-Blood.

Whenever Percy felt like giving up, he reached over and took Annabeth’s hand, just to remember there was warmth in the world.  He tried to think of good things to keep his spirits up—the lake at Camp Half-Blood, the time he’d kissed Annabeth underwater. He tried to imagine the two of them in New Rome together, walking through the hills and holding hands. Annabeth laced her fingers through his. In the light of his bronze sword, her face was so beautiful.  "We’re together,” she reminded him. “We’ll get through this.”  He’d been so worried about lifting her spirits, and here she was reassuring him.  "Yeah,“ he agreed. "Piece of cake." 

She’d lost track of how long she and Percy had been falling—hours? A day? It felt like an eternity. They had been holding hands ever since they dropped into the chasm. Now Percy pulled her close, hugging her tight as they tumbled through absolute darkness.  Annabeth wrapped her arms around Percy and tried not to sob. She’d never expected her life to be easy. Most demigods died young at the hands of terrible monsters. That was the way it had been since ancient times. The Greeks invented tragedy. They knew the great heroes didn’t get happy endings.  Still, this wasn’t fair. [..] Just when she’d succeeded, when things had been looking up and she’d been reunited with Percy, they had plunged to their deaths.  Even the gods couldn’t devise a fate so twisted. […] Annabeth pressed her lips to Percy’s ear. "I love you.”  She wasn’t sure he could hear her—but if they died, she wanted those to be her last words. 

He wove between the trees, leading Annabeth at a full sprint despite her blindness. Percy realized how much she trusted him to get her out of this.

Now Percy was in Tartarus, dying form gorgon’s blood plus a dozen another agonizing curses, while he watched his girlfriend stumble around, helpless and blind and believing she’d abandoned her. He clutched his sword. His skin started to steam. White smoke curled off his forearms. I won’t die like this, he thought.  Not only because it was painful and insultingly lame, but because Annabeth needed him. Once he was dead, the demons would turn their attention to her. He couldn’t leave her alone.

She saw Percy, and series of expressions flashed across her face—relief, joy, shock, and horror. “What’s wrong with him?” she cried. “What happened?” She cradled his shoulders and wept into his scalp.  Percy wanted to tell her it was okay, but of course it wasn’t. He couldn’t even feel his body anymore.  Annabeth took his face in her hands. She kissed him and tried to wipe the dust and sweat from his eyes.

“My friend is dying. Can you cure him or not?” Her voice caught on the word friend. Percy was a lot more than that. Even boyfriend really didn’t cover it. They’d been through so much together, at this point Percy was part of her—a sometimes annoying part, sure, but definitely a part she could not live without.

“Annabeth!” Percy pulled her back just as her foot hit the edge of a drop-off. She almost pitched forward into who-knew-what, but Percy grabbed her and wrapped her in his arms. “It’s okay,” he promised. She pressed her face into his shirt and kept her eyes closed tight. She was trembling, but not just from fear. Percy’s embrace was so warm and comforting she wanted to stay there forever safe and protected…but that wasn’t reality. She couldn’t afford to relax. She couldn’t lean on Percy any more than she had to. He needed her, too.

The cement settled in Percy’s stomach. He had always suspected how this would end. He would have to stay behind. […] Percy would hold the elevator button and make sure Annabeth got to safety.  Somehow, he had to convince her to go without him. As long as she was safe and the Doors disappeared, he could die knowing he’d done something right. “Percy…?” Annabeth stared at him, a suspicious edge in her voice.  She was too smart. If he met her eyes, she would see exactly what he was thinking.

“Get in the elevator. I’ll hold the button.“  "Yeah, right!” She smacked a carnivorous horse in the snout with the butt of her sword and sent the monster stampeding through the crowd. “You promised me, Seaweed Brain. We would not get separated. Ever again!” “You’re impossible!” “Love you too!”

For years, he had worried about Annabeth dying. When you’re a demigod that goes with the territory. Most half-bloods don’t live long. You always knew the next monster you fought could be your last. But seeing Annabeth like this was too painful. He’d rather stand in the River Phlegethon, or get attacked my aria, or be trampled by giants.

She decided she’d rather die in some less memorable way–maybe falling down the stairs, or going peacefully in her sleep at the age eighty, after a nice quiet life with Percy. Yes, that sounded good.

Despite being beat-up, sooty, and dressed like a homeless person, she looked great to Percy.  So what if they were in Tartarus? So what if they stood a slim chance of surviving. Percy was so glad that they were together, he had the ridiculous urge to smile.  

"Percy, wake me for second watch. Don’t be a hero.” He gave her that smirk she’d come to love. “Who, me?”  He kissed her, his lips parched and feverishly warm. “Sleep." 

“Maybe a little sleep,” she agreed. Bob scooped her up like a rag doll. She didn’t protest. He set her next to Percy on the giant’s bed, and she closed her eyes. Annabeth woke staring at the shadows dancing across the hut’s ceiling. She hadn’t had a single dream. That was so unusual, she wasn’t sure if she’d actually woken up. As she lay there, Percy snoring next to her and Small Bob purring on her belly […] Percy sat bolt upright. “What? What—where—what?” “It’s okay.” Annabeth took his arm. When he registered that they were together in a giant’s bed with a skeleton cat, he looked more confused than ever. 

She hugged Percy tighter and kissed him. "Tell me about New Rome,” she demanded. “What were your plans for us?”  "New Rome…for us…“  "Yeah, Seaweed Brain. You said we could have a future there! Tell me!” Annabeth had never wanted to leave Camp Half-Blood. It was the only real home she’d ever known. But days ago, on the Argo II, Percy had told her that he imagined a future for the two of them among the Roman demigods. In their city of New Rome, veterans of the legion could settle down safely, go to college, get married, even have kids.  "Architecture,“ Percy murmured. The fog started to clear from his eyes. 

"But next time,” she said, “I want to go somewhere different on a date.”  "Paris was nice,“ he recalled.  She managed a smile. Months ago, before Percy got amnesia; they’d had dinner in Paris one night, compliments of Hermes. That seemed like another lifetime.  "I’d settle for New Rome,” she offered. “As long as you’re there with me.” Man, Annabeth was awesome. For a moment, Percy actually remembered what it was like to feel happy. He had an amazing girlfriend. They could have a future together.

[…]Percy felt as hopeless as the spirits in the River Cocytus. So what if he was a hero? So what if he did something brave? Evil was always here, regenerating, bubbling under the surface. Percy was no more than a minor annoyance to these immortal beings. They just had to outwait him. Someday, Percy’s sons or daughters might have to face them all over again. Sons and daughters. The thought jarred him. As quickly as hopelessness had overtaken him, it disappeared. He glanced at Annabeth. She still looked like a misty corpse, but he imagined her true appearanceher gray eyes full of determination, her blond hair pulled back in a bandana, her face weary and streaked with grime, but as beautiful as ever. […] There was still hope. He and Annabeth had come this far. The Doors of Death were almost within reach. Sons and daughters. A ridiculous thought. An awesome thought. Right there in the middle of Tartarus, Percy grinned.

You’re not dying on me, Seaweed Brain,” Annabeth said. “Remember? Never separated again. And after we get home…”  "What?“ Percy asked.  She kissed him. "Ask me again, once we defeat Gaea.”  He smiled, happy to have something to look forward to. “Whatever you say.”

Ancient Rome AU where young empress Maggie has to go to the coliseum with her father to meet the young Korean emperor she’s gonna marry and she won’t accept going unless her counselor –And best friend– Paul goes with them. So she and Paul end up at the coliseum, watching as the gladiators fight each other and the slaves and prisoners try to escape the lions when suddenly everyone goes silent when a man named “the beast” is introduced. The man’s back and chest are covered in scars, when he stepped onto the combat area the prisoners ran away, even the gladiators moved from the man’s way, as a big lion is left into the place for the man to fight bare handed.

Romee Strijd walks the runway at the Tory Burch FW17 Show during New York Fashion Week on February 14, 2017 in New York City

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pairnig: baekhyun x reader
genre: angst

AN: sorry for the wait but the finals and exams are killing me. but on a happy note the news is that after hypnotised there will be another story to follow. im planning on posting prolouge after last part of hypnotised, that is after three or four more parts of it. i would like to thanks @pebble-xo for keeping with me on our daily kakao talks thanks so much honey and if you dont know she writes the best exo stories so go check her out

The soft sound of Baekhyun’s footsteps mixed with rustling of curtains lulled you to sleep. Before anything else you were tired when you laid awake on the double sized bed with heaviness on your chest. Realization that has hit you like a waterfall didn’t help either when you trembled under the beige comforter. You’ve always had a history with Rome and for the most part it was the painful one. You agreed on flying and travelling with them just to escape  suffocating netizens in Seoul but right now the feeling of misery took over your person.


Why everything had to crumble?

Fidgeting, you stretched your legs facing the window with silent hum. Maybe you shouldn’t engage activities with Baekhyun under the shower but God, it had been so long since the last time both of you shared some kind of intimacy and you craved that so much that it simply erupted. It was also easier to deceive yourself that he in fact didn’t cheat on you. However, the sleepless night affected your reasoning and you stiffly roamed around the thoughts of his one night stand. The pain in your chest and horrible headache struck you once again when you placed your hand over your forehead. It was cold. So maybe you caught some stupid stomach bug after all.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

You didn’t hear him slipping under the bed sheets so you eyed him from your peripheral vision. He only wore pants so you saw his toned chest and dark eyes staring at you. Sighing you turned around to face him while your knees brushed against his with a soft, prickling sensation.

He smelled like peppermint and your lavender shampoo.

“I’m restless because I have too much to think of” yawning didn’t make it sound realistic. His feet were cold when they patted against yours and you mumbled quite warning.

“Do you think about us or about Rome?” the sound of the clock matched his tone and you smiled when the combination soothed your nerves.

“Both. Maybe selfishly I’m thinking more about Rome,” shrugging you glanced at the wall with slight frown. “Should I visit your doctor? I always can go by myself tomorrow,” His fingers played with the strap of your nightgown as you’ve always liked him doing that. It left small goosboombs around area he touched.

“It’s the flu? Maybe it’s wiser to check it without company knowledge?” he questioned when his hand fumbled against your abdomen. He oddly stayed there for a moment and you bit your inner cheeks to prevent angry remark.

“I’m not pregnant, Baekhyun. It’s not the case, please” you preyed his digits from your middle with more force than you wanted. Oh, of course it would lead to baby. And of course it had to be in Rome. Your lips wobbled and you threw the covers from your body only to show him your spine instead of your front. “Stop thinking about it. I’m not ready,”

You weren’t ready for almost a year.

Maybe if he had known that you’ve miscarriaged twice rather than once, he would stop being hopeful for the next pregnancy. You already lost your hope for a healthy one. After bleeding previous babies out, you swore that you will prevent impregnation for a while. Hearing your short and ragged breathing he scooped you closer, spooning your person towards him. He was warm and you wanted to hold on to his cheerfulness but the raw feeling between your legs and inside your heart made you fight against his hold. Before you could try to escape he hugged you stronger. You really didn’t want to cry, but the sob that was torn from your throat left the room quite.

“I’m sorry, it’s okay. I shouldn’t bring it up here. I’m worried about your health. You took with yourself too many pills. Not all of them are known to me. Are they new?” His nose nuzzled against your neck with soft pattern.

“Yes. Yes, they are new. I went to the doctor, the one who Yoona has recommended to me” he nodded behind you as if he was encouraging you to continue. “You know how stressful those past months were to me, I’ve had difficulty to work on some cases and all of the tabloids talking about our relationship made me lose my perception of stress,” your breathing returned to the normal pace with a flow of your story. “I invited Yoona and Irene for a dinner when you had tour in States and we were talking about life and both of them suggested visiting Min Rae. So I went for it; she prescribed me sleeping pills. I didn’t want to trouble you with my condition because for the past year all I did was to crumble under the weight of the world. I didn’t want to be weak in front of you” tears leaked down your cheeks without any sound when you covered your face with white cushion. You felt ashamed, voicing out your problems was something you weren’t used to do. Baekhyun’s hand turned you over to him and he kissed your forehead with small smile gracing his features.

“You’ve always been a silly. Of course I understand that you are struggling. Everyone is. If you think I’m perfect you are completely wrong. I’ve cheated on you, isn’t that the lowest thing a person can do to another? Yet, you are here. In my arms and on the top of it all in Rome. Who is stronger, huh? Because I see only one person here who is really good at fighting. Maybe she doesn’t have abs,” he paused tickling your sides. “But before anything else she is human. And I love her,” his fingertips scraped your chin and you leaned to kiss him. “I can only beg for your forgiveness. And I hope that we can go back to Seoul as one.”

You looked at him with serene expression written on your face. How could you say no to Baekhyun’s plea?


The sun hit your eyeballs before the curtains were drawn and muffled curse was said. Your eyelashes fluttered at the sound and roaming around the interior you found your fiancé stumbling on his suitcase. Pouting you glanced at the wall clock and you threw yourself back on the bed seeing that it was only 6 am. You wanted to ignore the rustling and hum of the shower but your eyes didn’t found a solace in that. Fuming you searched for your phone to see if the documents you’ve sent before the departure were accepted so when you saw approval mark you eased down. You liked working with translations, it was always one of your dreams to do so. Secondly, the feeling of earning money for yourself was incredible and satisfying. You didn’t like to bother Baekhyun with your expenses. He worked twice hard as you to get his money so you wouldn’t like him spending it on you. Scrolling through your social platforms you were met with hundreds of friend requests - it was typical, you were surely used to it by now. Other than that, your internet farm was getting worse than ever but not having enough interest to do something about it you put the device on the bed stand.

“I’m going for a breakfast with boys because we have rehearsal later on. If you want to go with me, I’ll wait” he hovered above you and graced your forehead with a kiss.

“I think I’m going to walk around the city today. I want to reminisce” your whisper made him stop in his movements. “I’ll be okay. I wasn’t here for so long, it would do me good.”

“Be safe, contact me if something happens” he leaned again and ruffled your hair with playful smirk. “Have fun,” and he slowly made his way towards the hall. You sighed dropping your arms against the pillows with soft wrinkle between your eyes. The headache never left so the groggy feeling was getting on your nerves as you stood up and drank glass of water. Humming very well known lullaby you tip toed around the room trying to find suitable clothes for today’s escapade. The choice stood between simple, red loose dress and white shorts with blue blouse. Staring at yourself and the fabrics in your hands you went with the dress. Just to feel more confident, you told yourself in your mind. The carpet was tickling your toes when you made the bed and before you walked toward the bathroom - the sound of vibration stopped your from doing that. Furrowing your brows you were met with the Baekhyun’s phone on the commode. The screen lit up because of the message. You didn’t want to go through his belongings but it wasn’t the first time when he forgot his cell phone and later was reprimanded by his managers. Your feet padded again against wooden floor to see if it was some kind of information about the tour.

You felt as if the world stopped spinning and you were the only one who did so when on the flat screen you saw her name and two simple sentences.

Have fun in Italy. Hope the tour will be successful.


 The weight of the message still lingered on your shoulders. Leaving small note for Baekhyun you left the hotel with sunglasses on and bottle of water tucked under your arm. You didn’t need any camera, for all you had your mobile phone but mostly because you’ve already seen everything in Rome. The walk towards the tube was longish but you needed the air and Italian voices to soothe your mind. You weren’t capable of accusing Baekhyun, either you didn’t know which one of them was lying or you were so utterly stupid that you were the one who’s been lied to. Brushing the nasty thoughts away you stopped in front of the glass display of very well known bakery. The scent of fresh croissants hit your nostrils and that’s when you realized how hungry you were. Walking into interior you were met with few people staggering around and ordering their food so you took your time to choose your favorite. Not bothering with language barrier you paid for your sweet breakfast. The buildings were beautiful, you’ve always loved Rome’s architecture. Not only the ancient one but also the modern one, contrasting with the past.

Subway was loaded and the road wasn’t so pleasant but either way you enjoyed the throwback. Smiling at the passing tourist you went for a coffee with a strange sensation in your stomach. It was silly, how hungry already you were but you were in Rome! The best thing you could do here was eating. The café was also crowded so you took your place in the queue, looking down to see if you somehow dirtied your white ballets. Seeing no problem you decided that it’s time to check if somebody has contacted you. The buzzing atmosphere surrounding your person gave you a chance to mash into a mass of people without fear of being watched.  You liked that and you missed that.

“I’ll have cappuccino. With brown sugar, yes. Thank you,” ignoring long stare of barista you waited for your cup with phone in your hand. There was only text from your boyfriend telling you that he is at the concert hall and that it is huge and he is excited. Good for him, you thought. It was finally time to show that SM could provide shows within Europe as well. Writing some passages about your whereabouts you took your drink and with loud exhale you continued your way towards your beloved place in Rome. The heat of the spring sun here made your skin prickle with lovely sensation. You longed for the European summer. Here it was something you’ve always enjoyed and treasured. Crossing the road with the coffee on your tongue you finally reached your destination. However, it was touristy and it was loaded with groups. As if Colosseum could have a break. Seeing your dearest spot you almost ran toward it with breathless mirth on your lips.

Looking up to see the building you smiled. That was the only thing here that you remembered fondly. Sipping hot liquid you were mesmerized by the columns and stones as you’ve always been. The sounds of different languages from every direction also gave you a feeling of belonging. Your cheeks for sure were slowly getting tan on its surface.


You spun your head, causing your hair to fall from your messy bun. In front of you stood a man with beige shorts and greenish t-shirt with football team written on it. His olive skin shone in the sunlight and his middle length hair shimmered so beautifully in the daylight that suddenly you felt ashamed of yours. His rich green eyes eyed your person with a mysterious expression on his young face.

“Are you talking to me?” if you shocked him by speaking Italian he didn’t show that. Instead he sat next to you with granite in his hand, which to be honest you didn’t notice at first. Behind your glasses you stared at the unknown boy with curiosity.

“You are sitting on my spot” he gestured your place with laugh in his voice. You inwardly rose your eyebrow at him, not knowing if you should have giggled or not. 

“It’s doesn’t say anywhere that it is yours,” returning to your sightseeing you didn’t pay any attention to the stranger on your left. For a couple of seconds you thought about getting up but you knew how much you wanted to sit here. “Why are you staring?” in your peripheral vision you could see him leaning back on his elbows with a satisfied smirk on his lips. How typical.

“You are rather outspoken, aren’t you?” he nibbled at the grass and searched for the longest straw only to bring it to his mouth and try to whistle on it. “It’s my first time seeing you here” his emerald orbs bore into your head with mute questions. sighing you put the cup on your knees and faced him with annoyed expression.

“It’s Rome. Are you really so dense to think that you know everyone here?” maybe you were too rude but the bubbling anger because of the disruption of your peace made you stressed. nevertheless the stranger only barked with low sounds similar to laughter.

“Are you Italian, love?” your shoulder slumped at the nickname and before you answered you felt your legs moving upwards. It was a time to change the place. Rushing past yourself you didn’t dare to look back. What a straightforward thing to do. Standing next to the Colosseum you tried to look for another shelter but your happy thoughts vanished when a calloused hand dropped on your arm.

“Take off your hand” you practically growled at the close intrusion and shrugged his limb off. “What do you want?” his nose wrinkled and he dug into his pocket to put his sunglasses on.

“I’m Fabio. Don’t you want your own guide around the city? I’m rather an extraordinary one,” he winked offering his palm to you.  Biting your lips you slowly shook it and rolled your eyes seeing his delighted smile.

“I don’t need a guide,” you started walking and when you heard soft padding next you, you mentally cursed. That was all for your peaceful escape. “I know Rome as the back of my hand. So you can leave me,” gritting your teeth you turned around to face him. “Alone. Okay?” the crossroad was in rush so you patiently waited for his response.

“So, maybe you want someone to talk to while walking around?” he scratched his neck with raised brows. “I’m really good when it  comes to listening” you inhaled loudly, placing your palms on your hips in vain proclamation of defeat.

“Fine, but don’t be annoying” you could swear he did peace sign behind your back.

Romee Strijd walks the runway at the Pronovias Show during Barcelona Bridal Fashion Week 2017 on April 28, 2017 in Barcelona, Spain