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hp. pjo. tog. btvs. bnha.

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jason at hogwarts x reader. ch one

authors note - bringing the idea i had for a fic to life. who knows if itll last

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ch one

Jason had died a hundred times and never once lived.

His life had been blood and blade and breathless orders barked in languages older than gods. He had been forged for war, sharpened on the whetstone of divine will, and tossed from myth to myth like a coin with no face. It was never his—the stories, the battles, the endless cycle of triumph and loss. Never his choice, never his freedom. He had been a tool. A weapon. A soldier for gods who never asked him what he wanted.

And now, as Elysium loomed—soft, pale, waiting—Jason felt a weight settle deep in his chest, as though the thought of peace were a chain he could never sever. Here, at the gates of eternity, the promise of rest felt like a crushing thing. What had it ever meant to live? Not to be marked by the endless march of blood and pain, but to simply exist, to feel the weight of time stretch long, to breathe air untainted by orders? Was that not something worth wanting?

But in the quiet of the moment, the truth hit him like a cold wind. He had spent his entire existence at the mercy of fate, of gods who made choices for him. Now, after a hundred lifetimes and an infinity of stories, what could he do but fade into eternity, a ghost among the stars?

He realized then—it was not peace he feared. It was forgetting that he was ever alive at all.

So, he stood at the edge of death, unblinking, his gaze fixed on the horizon where Elysium waited—promising quiet, rest, and the balm of oblivion. But peace, now, seemed less like freedom and more like a prison. To fade from one eternity to the next without ever having made a single choice for himself?

A life he had never chosen was now all that stretched before him. And that, above all else, felt like the truest form of death.

So he called out—out of a need deeper than survival, deeper than reason itself—for the only one who might grant him the kind of life he never had.

Hecate came, her arrival not marked by sound but by the shifting of the world around her.

The air grew thick with the weight of forgotten promises. The cavern she emerged from stretched impossibly high, lined with pillars that seemed to reach into nothingness. The very walls throbbed with old power—pulsing like a heart long stilled.

And yet, she moved with the grace of an ancient wave—barefoot, unfazed by the icy chill of the forgotten world she ruled. She was at once all silver light and shadow, a living paradox of life and death, her dark eyes sharp with knowledge older than the first myth ever told.

"You ask for something most do not dare," she said, her voice like smoke curling into the air, a thread of silk unraveling with each word. "To turn your back on eternity for mortality."

Jason did not look away from her. The weight of his decision settled like stone in his chest, but there was no turning back.

"I don't care about eternity," he said, his voice hollow but resolute. "I never had a life."

Her gaze sharpened as though she could see every shred of his soul laid bare before her. She said nothing for a long while, her silence wrapping around him like the dark itself. Then she spoke again—slower, almost with a trace of curiosity.

"There are rules."

"I'll follow them," he replied.

But even as he said it, the hollow feeling inside of him—the sense of having already lost so much—grew louder. Never had he been able to choose for himself. Not once.

"You don't even know them," she whispered, a soft warning in her voice.

"Tell me," he answered, a little too quickly. His mind raced, but he didn't care.

She smiled then, her lips curling just slightly, but her eyes remained impenetrable.

"You may live," she said. "But not where your name echoes. Far away. You will be unknown. No glory. No story. And you must never speak of what you are, what you were. To no one."

Jason's breath caught for a moment, and in that fleeting second, a pang of regret sliced through him. His friends—the ones who had known him, even in fleeting moments, in the lives he had lived before. The bond of memory was hard to ignore. But this life—this life was his choice. For the first time in his existence, he would choose something for himself, no matter the cost.

"I can do that," he said, the words heavy but true.

"There's more." Her tone grew colder. "There is a girl—your path will cross hers. She is not for you. You must never seek her heart. If you do, your life ends where it began. No second chances."

Jason barely flinched. His lips tightened in something like resolve. "My life is in the hands of a girl I do not know?"

"She is a mirror," Hecate replied. "And mirrors are dangerous to the lost."

His jaw clenched. Ultimatum after ultimatum. They gave him nothing of himself without a window for their own selfish enjoyment. He would not let it get to him any more. He would allow it, but not out of submission. Out of that feeling, that defensiveness, when it comes to being ones own self.

"Very well," he said, his voice steadier than he felt.

"Then it is done."

Hecate's voice dropped into the dark, the words a promise and a curse.

And the world shattered around him.

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The Great Hall was already alive with the murmur of excited students, eager for the year ahead. The long tables gleamed beneath the golden light spilling through the enchanted ceiling, and the scent of roasted meats and freshly baked bread hung in the air. Laughter, chatter, and the clink of silverware echoed in the space, but none of it reached Mila's mind. Her thoughts were preoccupied, but not with the weight of the school year or future plans. No, this was Mila Hawthorne—Head Girl, confident, poised, and always three steps ahead of everyone else. Everything was under control.

Dominique leaned in with a gleam in her eye, her voice low as she nudged Mila. "They're opening up a speakeasy in Diagon Alley and those sexy Durmstrang Quidditch players are in town. I need a shag."

Mila arched an eyebrow, fighting a smile. "Is that your idea of a priority list for the year?" she asked, dryly, but there was a flicker of amusement in her eyes.

Dominique shrugged dramatically, completely unbothered by Mila's tone. "We've been working way too hard for the first day. A little fun never hurt anyone."

Mila leaned back, smirking. "I'll have fun the second they let us eat."

Dominique's eyes lit up at the thought. "Yeah, true. What's the hold-up? I really need to try one of those." She reached for a pastry, but Mila immediately slapped her hand away.

"Poise, Dom."

"Fine," Dominique muttered, feigning disappointment. She leaned back in her seat, watching as the staff continued to bustle about, setting the tables with their usual efficiency.

Mila smiled, but it was the kind of smile that had nothing to do with excitement or carefree indulgence. She was already planning ahead—thinking about the Prefect rounds, the schedules, the responsibilities. Everything was already neatly arranged in her mind.

"So, what about you, Mila? Who's on your radar this year?" Dominique asked, her voice teasing.

Mila glanced over at her friend. "Nobody."

Dominique raised an eyebrow, incredulous. "You're in your last year at Hogwarts, and you've still not had a love story? Seriously? Even James wants to settle down. He told me over summer."

Mila scoffed, leaning forward. "James Sirius Potter? Settle down? Look at him." She pointed toward James, who was in the middle of throwing chicken across the table at a second-year.

Dominique shook her head, laughing. "You're right. James will probably marry Fred. Unless you want him."

Mila gave her a flat look. "I'd rather die."

Dominique giggled, nudging her again. "Oh, come on, remember that time we snuck in that firewhisky and you told me that you fancied him?"

Mila shot her a deadpan stare. "That isn't what I said. He's attractive, and so are you—but that doesn't mean I'm going to shag either of you."

"There goes my dream of you becoming my cousin."

"You have enough cousins as is."

But then, something interrupted the flow of their conversation.

Professor McGonagall rose at the front, commanding attention with the subtle strength only she possessed. The students fell silent almost immediately. "Before we begin the feast," she said, her crisp voice carrying across the hall, "Hogwarts is pleased to welcome an exchange student from the United States, Jason, who will be joining us for his final year."

An exchange student?

Mila's brow furrowed as she looked up, exchanging a glance with Dominique, who raised an eyebrow in confusion. An exchange student wasn't unusual, but this felt odd. Hogwarts had never participated in any kind of international exchange program before. The Wizarding World had its own schools—Ilvermorny in America, Beauxbatons in France, Durmstrang in the north—but none of those students came to Hogwarts.

Mila was a girl who prided herself on knowing everything—every change, every program, every bit of information that could give her an advantage. And this? This was news to her.

She leaned in slightly, her voice low. "There is no exchange program," she said, raising an eyebrow.

Dominique shrugged. "Maybe he's the first?"

"Right," Mila muttered under her breath.

The doors opened just then, and the murmur of whispers around them grew louder. Mila's gaze snapped to the entrance as Professor McGonagall stepped aside, allowing a tall figure to walk in.

He wasn't what she expected. No, he was far more striking. He was tall, his broad shoulders filling the doorframe like some kind of figure from a legend. His platinum blonde hair fell in messy strands across his forehead, like he had just rolled out of bed and somehow looked even better for it. He walked with a quiet confidence, his presence commanding attention. There was something unnervingly perfect about the way he moved, and despite herself, Mila's gaze lingered on him for a moment longer than necessary.

Her eyes flicked down to the smooth line of his jaw and the sharpness of his cheekbones. He looked unreal. His features were sculpted like some Greek god, but there was something else there too—something in the sharp, calculating way he surveyed the room, as though he was taking it all in, piece by piece.

His eyes—those piercing, stormy blues—swept the room, and Mila felt something inexplicable catch in her chest. There was a coldness to them, something hard to place, something that didn't quite belong. And then, as though he'd sensed her gaze, he turned his eyes directly toward her.

For a moment, it felt as though time froze. Their eyes locked, and there was an undeniable tension, something thick and charged in the air between them. Mila's heart skipped, and she quickly pulled her gaze away, focusing on Dominique, who was clearly staring at Jason with a look of pure awe.

"Wow," Dominique whispered, her voice almost breathless. "He is absolutely unreal. Like, leng. Absolutely lengage."

"He's fit, I'll give you that," Mila said, not missing a beat. "Oddly perfect posture."

"Maybe he doesn't own one of those Muggle things you have - the iRone." Dominique did not finish there. "He is the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life. Maybe even better looking than me."

Mila looked at him again, studying him this time. "I fear he could just a better-than-average white boy, and that the boys here are so mid that we consider him far better. Also, nobody is better looking than you. "

"Cheers, Mils."

McGonagall's voice cut through the air, drawing everyone's attention back to the front.

"Let us welcome him properly," McGonagall continued, "and allow the Sorting Hat to place him."

There was a ripple of surprise in the crowd. Usually, the Sorting Hat took time, but before it even touched Jason's hair, the Hat cried out loudly, "Gryffindor!" He blinked.

The room cheered. Gryffindor boys got up to clap. Gryffindor were exceedingly joyous.

But Mila narrowed her brows. That was odd. The Sorting Hat usually needed a moment to deliberate.

Jason seemed unaffected by the sudden attention, as though he expected it. He walked toward the Gryffindor table, and the cheers followed him like a storm. As he neared, Fred and James immediately waved him over, their enthusiastic greetings creating a bit of a spectacle. Jason slid into the seat next to James, a relaxed smile tugging at his lips as if he was already comfortable in the chaos of it all.

Mila couldn't help but watch him, her curiosity now piqued even more. There was something about him that felt out of place. Her eyes followed him for a moment before she instinctively reached into her pocket, fingers brushing over the charm she always kept there. A slight flick of her wrist, and her vision shifted, her focus sharpening.

There, just under his bottom lip, the faintest scar. Jagged, almost invisible, but there.

Mila was about to look closer when a hand touched her shoulder, jolting her back to the present.

"Miss Hawthorne," McGonagall's voice was soft but firm. "Make sure Jason settles in well. We expect him to succeed here."

Mila gave McGonagall a quick nod, the weight of the request clear. "Of course, Professor," she said, standing up with ease.

As McGonagall walked away, Mila turned her attention back to Jason. 

What an oddity.

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jason grace at hogwarts x reader

imagine jason grace hasn't died, and instead made a deal with hecate to take him somewhere else, away from duty and responsibility, without anyone knowing. he goes to hogwarts, where descendants of hecate are. he gets close to one girl in articular, someone who is consistently suspicious of the american wizard who knows next to nothing about magic. everyone is enamoured with him, the hot exchange student, but she isnt. she cant be. she knows he is lying to them all, to her, and she doesnt need to know anything else.

he tries to stay away from her. but the way she looks at him as if to say i dont trust you makes him want her to trust him more. he feels this need to rove himself, especially now that there are no expectations on him.

the more he gets to know her, the more he wants to tell her the truth about who he is. but telling her means exposing what she is, what they all are - descendants of hecate - and putting them in danger of monsters, on to of their usual magical threats.

jason grace agreed to no exposure if he wanted to live a normal life. but he has never wanted to expose himself to someone more.

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jason grace x egyptian daughter of isis story idea

when jason dies, his fate angers him more than it should. he died a hero's death, and can now live in peace forever, but he still feels like he never got a choice in the matter - like he never got the chance to live normally, fully, in a way extrinsic from the gods.

iris, egyptian goddess of magic and all sorts, resurrects him on one condition. that he help bring peace and strength to the egyptian spirits still occupying the pyramids - the ones who can't move on. he finds it an odd task, but he agrees.

suddenly, he is dropped in the desert. he walks and walks for hours, trying to find food or water or any sense of civilisation. he starts to think it's a game that the egyptian gods are playing on him - making a roman demigod die all over again just to laugh at him.

he gets knocked out cold. he wakes up in what looks like a tomb. standing around him are several of these egyptian spirits that iris was talking about, all laughing at him, throwing drink at him, making fun of how supple and pale his skin is - marks of roman privilege, they say. it is the first time that people have made him out to be inferior as a warrior.

then she walks in. she's different from the other spirits. the spirit labourers stop gallivanting around him and go silent as she enters. she is hauntingly beautiful: long, silky dark chocolate hair, almond-shaped black eyes, intricate gold jewels woven through her hair and her clothes. she's like cleopatra incarnate. except stunningly scary.

'what are you doing here, roman?' 'change of scenery.' 'funny.' 'thank you.' 'i don't like funny.' jason isn't sure whether he's allowed to say why he's there, especially if it's a matter of life or death for him. so he chooses the safe option: not to say anything. 'i left my camp.' 'and wandering around the desert was the second best option?' 'seemed it.' 'you have no loyalty.' 'i only have loyalty. just not to romans or greeks. not to the people who kill me everyday. i could to you, though.' 'how do you know i won't kill you either?' 'i don't. but if you do, i'll be one of them.' he nods his head to the spirits. 'not a bad fate.' 'you seriously want to join?' 'i do.' she thinks it over for a long while, watching him with intensity. he matches her. in the roman world, everybody thought he was the intense one. 'okay,' she says. the corner of jason's lip turns up slightly. one of the spirits pipes up: 'okay? okay? he's roman.' 'precisely. it's what cleopatra would have done.'

spirits and her all have dinner together. he's stuck with the labourer spirits because he has to build himself up the ranks. one of them reveals to him that she's the daughter of iris and a mortal. he says that's impossible. there's no such thing as demigods in the egyptian world - only partnerships, hosts, like sadie kane. they tell him that she's the only one. and that she's here to lead them in preserving the pyramids and the legacy of the egyptian gods. the whole of the egyptian world rests on her shoulders.

they steal jewels back from thieves lurking around the pyramids. they re-mummify and look after previous pharaohs. jason slowly but surely starts to gain the trust of the spirits around him. but with her? nothing. she gives him every dirty job, every job that doesn't require him to use any of his godly abilities. she does it on purpose, he thinks - to make him an example. to make him earn it, without using his jupiter name.

they have these little moments. he falls for her fast. he thinks he was always a little bit in love with her, but it comes crashing down onto him one night as she talks about her duty to her people, her culture. she starts to remind him so much of himself in that way. he can't but want the best for her - want her to embrace her human side and leave this place, where her duty to her culture surpasses her duty to herself. so he tells her:

'you're forgetting that you're human.' 'that's not worth remembering.' 'why not?' 'it's not useful to my duty to be human.' 'it's not a matter of duty. that's just what you are. isis is your mother, yes. but your father - do you not think about who he is?' she laughs shortly. 'my father. heritage like that is trivial. i forget how soft you romans are.' 'but your mother's heritage isn't trivial? it's so significant that it dictates everything you do for the rest of your life? that is something you're okay with.' 'yes.' 'every friend you've ever known is dead. a spirit. that is something you're okay with.' 'you are way out of line, jason grace.' 'you should want more.' 'no, i shouldn't. i wouldn't expect you to understand. you left your camp to come here. i put my duty above any selfish desires. this is it for me.' 'it wasn't for me. i found you.' 'you found me,' she scoffs. 'maybe i am selfish. but if i can afford to be selfish then so can you.' 'what does that mean?' 'come with me.' 'what?' 'to camp. to meet demigods like you. to meet real people - people like us - ' 'you are beyond out of line. hear my words, jason grace, because i won't repeat myself. this is my home. this is my family. duty is family. i would never leave it behind - especially not alongside some flippant blond jupiter boy. you wave the wind around, but you know nothing of real, honest work. and to speak of leaving? after we have accepted you, helped you? there is so much more that you have to learn here. it is not the other way around. and if you don't want to learn, then i will kill you. i will kill you so many times that you cannot return. the spirits that you don't believe are real people - i can make you smaller, emptier, more lifeless than them. but i don't have to. the way you act proves that you already are.'

then jason reveals it to her. that he died and came back because her mother resurrected him. that her mother made him promise to help the spirits move on. he asks her why isis would want him to make the spirits move on if her daughter was supposed to be here alone. he says that it is time for her to move on too. she smacks him and walks away.

at this point, jason hasn't made it explicity clear to her that he's in love with her. but the things he does show it - to an extreme degree. even when she's extremely annoyed with him and avoiding him. he watches her every move with such gentleness, to the point where the spirits are making jokes about it to her. usually she complains about the state of cleanliness of the statues of isis and other egyptian gods, but jason polishes them everyday without fail, even if she isn't going to pass that corridor or that room.

the spirits make comments about this to her, but she shrugs them off. it becomes harder and harder for her to ignore him. to watch him make the spirits laugh. to watch him fly to the top of two opposing pyramids and plant flags, encouraging the spirits to play some greek game of 'capture the flag.' at dinner, he speaks of his war stories, the times he spoke back to the roman and greek gods, the times he obeyed them. he speaks of those he loves and those he lost. he speaks of the bestfriend that he died before getting the chance to see again. they watch him intently. and all he does is watch her.

it would be impossible to ignore the way everyone is falling in love with him.

that's what makes it so difficult for her to agree with him - that it's best for them to all move on. everything seems so perfect the way it is. and to say goodbye to them, to pull jason away from them with her selfish thoughts of leaving, to avoid her duty to her home - the thoughts make her heart sink to her stomach.

he makes her heart sink to her stomach.

'you're distracting everyone. i caught a thief while everyone was playing that awful game.' 'a thief? or a tourist looking around?' 'same thing.' 'what are you protecting, y'n?' she stands there, her brow furrowing slightly at his words. his eyes, those familiar storm-grey eyes, seem to pierce through her, and for the briefest of moments, she feels as though she might be stripped bare of all her carefully constructed walls. 'artefacts,' she says shortly. 'artefacts,' he repeats slowly. she grits her teeth, already turning to storm off. 'you are insufferable, jason grace.' he pulls her back. 'i'm not the insufferable one. you're the one making everyone perform duties that don't have to be performed. they have people who preserve these pyramids, y'n. let down the mist and let them.' she turns back around viciously. 'you think this is performative. you think what we do here doesn't mean anything. but it is you that's done this - made it nothing. you came here and turned it all upside down. you make them question their duty. you let them - ' 'have fun?' 'you let them forget.' 'nobody will forget. they can remember, and move on.' 'you - you - it's always you with this moving on stuff. nobody wants to move on. i don't want to move on. i'm content. i'm happy.' 'sure seems like it.' 'the only time i'm not happy is when i'm around you. when your annoying lightningy roman little face is in front of me, trying to tell me what to do, acting all better than me. if you want to move on so badly, then go. leave. i won't even bother trying to kill you if you do - i don't want your body resting anywhere near my ancestors.' 'not without you.' 'why?' she shouts, exasperated. jason pulls her back by the elbow, forcing her to face him. 'because i care about you.'

he kisses her. she groans and pulls away, anger in her eyes. he lets go of her elbow and clenches his jaw, staring at her lips. he won't make another move. her lip quivers. she smashes her lips against his. all of her emotions are let out, and she gives in. she gives into him, into the idea of moving on, into the new dawn. tears fall down her cheeks as she kisses him. gently, he pulls back. he watches as she breaks down - years and years of walls falling to the ground. he pulls her into his chest, stroking her hair.

it's the start of a long road for them, but they're doing it.

jason's eyes soften at the sky. it never rains in the desert, but it does now.

he was going to see his best friend again. his family. and he was going to bring his favourite addition.

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meeting the parents. jason grace x eros daughter

jason and eros' only half-blood daughter are in love

everyone knew that about them but they refused to admit that it was true to everyone, each other and themselves

then they 'accidentally' sleep with each other one night

despite trying to be the perfect and detached leader, jason can't help but confess first

not only is she the most beautiful girl that he has ever seen, but she pushes him to be the best version of himself. she's caring but biting. she's excited him since the day he met her. and she is really good in bed so

and she thinks his arms are sexy

then comes parent day, one day a year where all the gods are forced to spend the full day on earth with their children

as the only daughter of eros and with jason being one of zeus' only children, zeus and eros decide to take them out for a nice meal

zeus and eros aren't keen on each other, because eros keeps trying to shoot arrows at him and human ladies to piss off zeus' wife hera

soo it's a bit awkward

'i can't believe you're in love with a boy who looks like he should be on a cereal box.'

jason almost spits out his water.

'dad,' she hisses.

'it's like dating peter pan on steroids.'

'nice,' jason jokes.

'don't push it, eros,' she hisses again.

'they're barely dating. of course my son is going to be drawn to a barbie doll.'

'don't talk about her like that,' jason says sternly.

'it's not bad to admit that. she's shiny. it's a good break for you, son.'

jason shakes his head. 'you're such a --'

eros ignores what zeus says and continues to her. 'i know you're in love with him. i can feel how much you do, trust me, and i know he loves you more -- obviously -- but you should still keep your options open.'

zeus puffs his chest. 'of course you're encouraging disloyalty, eros.'

'you're not exactly a saint, zeusy.'

'and whose fault is that?'

'the arrows don't force you to fall in love. they only make you do what you otherwise would if logic wasn't in the picture.'

'i'm already tired of being here.'

'then you shouldn't have made the plan.'

'i had to. you would have taken them to a brothel otherwise.'

'fuck off.'

and so zeus and eros argue

jason and her look at each other. she grasps his hand.

'i'm sorry.'

'no, i'm sorry. your hair is very shiny, but i love you for a lot more than that.'

'really now?' she teases.

'yeah. i like your face, your body, your lips...'

'very funny, grace.'

'i'm more than my looks as well, you know.'

'i don't know. i think he's right about you looking like peter pan. the buffer, sexier, more stupid version.'

'ha-ha-ha.'

'i am sorry, jase. you'd think my dad being the god of love and affection would mean he'd be nice.'

'don't be sorry. they're gods. they're always going to think they're right.'

'but they're our fathers.'

'even more reason for them to think they're right.'

'i love you.'

'i love you more. your dad's not wrong about that part.'

suddenly they notice it is really quiet around them. both zeus and eros are staring at them, having listened to part of their conversation. they seem to be a little bit shocked, but regain their composure quickly. eros ends up smirking, folding his arms on his chest and leaning back as he stares at them. zeus watches them with curiosity, eating an olive.

'what?' he asks. 'what is it?'

'have you two picked what you want to eat?' zeus asks, motioning to the menu.

'i thought you guys wanted to leave,' she says.

'it just happens that you're obsessed with each other,' cupid explains. 'i should at least try to find out why.'

zeus nods. that's the first time that they agree with each other. both of their heads dart towards the menu as they bicker over what food they're going to get.

jason smiles softly and holds her hand. she is a bit in shock now.

'guess we're hard to deny,' he says.

'we? i'm the shiny one,' she jokes, squeezing his hand back.

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scorpius malfoy x cho changs daughter: secret relationship

scorpius malfoy and cho changs daughter have a secret, forbidden relationship. she is a smart, kind, beautiful gryffindor girl, even moreso than her mother, and attracts a lot of attention. whereas no father lets their daughter near scorpius because hes a deatheaters son with a reputation of sex, smoking and disobeying hogwarts rules. this has especially been relayed to her, as her mother experienced firsthand the death of cedric due to death eaters. but, no matter how hard she tries, she cant stay away from him.

sexual tension. long glances in class. sneaking off during balls when theyve both got different dates, her with james potter and him with an angsty slytherin girl. meeting in the bathroom. midnight strolls through the corridors, teasing her with nobody around.

they almost get caught, and that changes everything for her. her parents would kill her if they found out she was sneaking around with a deatheaters son. but she cant stay away from him.

so she hatches a plan without telling scorpius: shell date her best friend james potter, someone all of her friends and family wanted her to be with anyway, so that nobody suspects anything between her and malfoy. what does james get? hes into teddy lupin, and he needs to cover up his feelings for him by dating a girl. with all the attention he was getting from girls, people were starting to wonder why he wasnt dating anyway.

scorpius fucking despises this. he doesnt know about the plan because she doesnt want to hurt his feelings or risk losing him. they continue to have sex on and off, still wanting each other, but he feels like shit that shes with james instead of him. he doesnt understand why she keeps coming back to use him if shes got a boyfriend already. and its his bestfriends brother - its fucked. feeling betrayed, he shags other girls, ones that want him because the bad boy act is appealing. he makes sure she sees him.

for a while, she lets him. because shes been loving him from a distance for so long. but everyone has a breaking point. she meets hers after seeing scorpius go off with a really pretty veela girl, someone who looks nothing like her, and she becomes so insecure that she sleeps with james.

james, on the other hand, is in shock that hes not completely gay. maybe like 80 percent. but she is really really hot so he cant even blame himself tbh. because hes not fully gay, she suggests they end things with each other since its caused enough pain for everyone, and shes already lost the boy that she loves. hesitantly he asks her to hang in there and stay with him until he figures out his sexuality properly.

so she watches malfoy from a distance again. he absolutely despises her.

james meets a boy he likes in school. they get along really well. he speaks to her about it, and he comes to accept that hes bisexual. he also accepts that teddy will never be his, and theres more out there that actually suits him.

one day she bumps into scorpius at dinner. malfoy takes one good look at her and walks the other way.

"malfoy."

"dont."

"please. i cant stand that you hate me."

"theres a first time for everything, angel."

"i just want to talk to you."

"i dont want to hear it."

"youre being a dick."

"youre the dick, angel."

"im a dick-angel?"

"you know what? fuck off. youve got no right to stand here talking to me like that when you fucked off with james. i mean, james? of all fucking people."

"but i didnt."

"you -- "

"because i loved you. i love you."

the words just come out. she cant even help them. she supposed she would prefer being known as a cheater to everyone than for outing james sexuality.

shes crying now. sobbing.

"im beyond in love with you, and i dont know what to do."

"dont cry, angel. fuck, please dont cry."

"i cant be away from you anymore, malfoy. please dont go."

"i wont. i promise."

"malfoy -- "

"dont talk, just breathe. youre choking on your own tears."

"but i -- "

"i know," he says. "and ive loved you too."

then james decides to stand up and come out publically. that makes it all clearer to malfoy. eventually they do have to confess that james and her had shagged one time to test if he was really gay (and because she was insecure), which scorpius almost kills james for, but he was shagging people too so he accepts it. scorpius and her get together properly. everyone thinks of them as the couple they never expected, but the one they needed.

[valsverse]

𐑺 ˖ ࣪ ࿐ྂ I WANNA BE YOURS | percy jackson x gn!reader

percy jackson looks at you like you were the one who put the stars in the sky.

the son of poseidon gazes at you with so much awe and admiration in his eyes that most people would think you had just defeated a minotaur with your bare hands, or cured cancer or saved the world from total destruction, something that would be remembered for centuries to come. but in reality, all you did was toss a few nuts to the squirrels that scurried around camp. percy jackson looks at you in such a way that even aphrodite herself would point and squeal.

though, he'd never admit to that. the only telltale sign of his infatuation is the rosy tint that creeps up the tips of his ears every time you you pass by, and his lips that struggle to stay in a straight line whenever you flash him that smile—the one that makes his heart leap up and into his throat. even after four years of friendship, percy still hasn't figured out how to sit next to you and not be totally in love with everything you do.

it's as though you have some sort of magic power over him—a power that he's powerless to resist. and as much as he'd like to deny it, he secretly revels in the feeling.

but percy jackson would never confess his desires for you—not when kronos is still actively seeking to wipe out the demigod population. he can't afford to display any signs of weakness.

but it's worth it, he thinks, to risk everything just to wrap his arms around you and plant a kiss on your lips that would set the world on fire. yet he knows he can't—not without endangering you. not without putting you in harm's way. so why is it so unbearable to imagine life without you, when you were never really his to begin with?

and in those moments, when his mind is consumed with thoughts of you, memories of your touch and your gaze playing on repeat in his mind, he's left thinking, 'did i imagine it?' did he dream up the way your touch lingered on his arm as you adjusted his armor? the way you looked at him across the dining pavilion before turning away, as if you'd been caught in the act of something secret and sweet? he must have, right? because you would never look at someone like him with such tenderness. not at someone hot-headed and impulsive, someone with so many rough edges. no, you couldn't have looked at him like that. it must all be in his head.

you couldn't have looked at him the same way he looks at you.

despite his best efforts to conceal it, percy's convinced that everyone can see right through him. he knows that everyone can see right through him. the teasing from his fellow campers has been relentless—nicknames hurled his way, each one more unflattering than the last. romeo, hopeless romantic, loverboy..

loverboy.

he's no loverboy. not some kind of lovesick puppy at the mercy of some unattainable crush. no, that nickname is only reserved for the truly whipped, those who are wrapped around someone's finger, glued to their side at all times. he's no..

and then his head snaps up at the sound of your voice, suddenly alert. and there you are, all dazzling and gorgeous, a beacon in a sea of identical orange t-shirts and jeans. you stand out as though a spotlight has been trained on you alone. which is weird because to most people you're just another camper. albeit, an incredibly beautiful camper, but still, just a camper. so why is he so infatuated with you, specifically?

maybe he is a loverboy.

the realization hits him like a ton of bricks, and he almost groans out loud. can't he just carve his heart out and be done with it at this point? isn't that what the poets do?

but since he never really cared for those dead old men taught in school, like edward allan poe or whatever his name was, he'll settle for just daydreaming now. he'll settle for stolen glances across the room and the brush of your hands as you reach for a book. he'll settle for relishing in your little touches and how your lips shine in blueberry chapstick until he's ready. he'll admire the curve of your nose and the triumphant hugs you give him after your team wins capture the flag. he'll settle for it until it's not enough anymore. he'll settle for it until he needs more.

[fatedbutblinking]

imagine percy and a daughter of pluto being destined to fall in love - so in love that there's a prophecy about it. something that describes a love so strong that it saves the world. percy doesn't know a thing about it, but lupa told the girl about it in private when she was a kid, and that it clearly describes her in it.

so when percy gets dropped into camp jupiter, and she feels a connection with him so strong that it's almost unbearable, she is desperate not to fall in love with him.

she wants to save the world with her leadership and talent, not by falling in love with some guy. she's an esteemed praetor, the most skilled halfblood at camp jupiter, and she wants to be known for more than just falling in love. she doesn't even get how falling in love with him is supposed to change the world.

"lupa," she breaths, in a voice softer than a whisper, as she stares at percy from a distance. he is sparring someone, and winning. "tell me it's not him."

"it's your destiny," echoes in her head.

"him," she reiterates with a scoff.

"i'm just as surprised as you. but you'll do it. even if you don't want to, you will."

"i'll take that as a challenge."

so she literally doesn't want to fall in love with him because she's too prideful. and she's too much of a girlboss slay strong independent fighter shadow-sorcerer queen to back down to a prophecy.

meanwhile percy is absolutely besotted with her from the moment he steps into camp jupiter. of course he can't remember annabeth, only in snippets, but he loses those thoughts the moment he sees her.

he makes it goddamn clear how attracted he is to her. he constantly flirts with her, pesters her, challenges her to fights. she's got some pretty name like valeria and he calls her "val", which she hates. she's really hot, but in that hauntingly beautiful tim burton sort of way: big dark eyes, sharp cheeks, pouted lips and olive skin.

he doesn't understand why she hates him, considering the entire camp has already fallen under his charm. but that doesn't stop him from trying.

"let me take you out."

"you lost me on 'out.'"

"i didn't take you for an introvert. you're always shouting at people and fighting them so i thought you'd want to do something active."

"i'm not an introvert. i just don't want to go anywhere outside with you."

"how about inside?"

"absolutely not. you are not coming in my cohort."

"how about mine?"

"no."

"promise i'll make it worth your time."

"how oxymoronic. if you're involved, it can never be worth my time."

"did you just call me a moron?"

she is unable to contain her snort. "you're an idiot."

his sea-green eyes soften. "gods, val, you're so beautiful when you smile."

though she doesn't want to, she finds herself staring at him when he's not looking. she starts waiting impatiently for him to pester her, she starts looking forward to their brief chats. she feels butterflies when they graze arms. she likes the way he smirks at her at the end of a fight when she's beaten him to the floor. she likes how close their faces are. she lets him manipulate her into mini dates, like walks by the water, swimming with cute whales, cooking blue food for the campers.

she starts to fall for him and it scares her so much that she distances herself. percy finds out about the prophecy and finally understands it all.

one day they are fighting a massive monster that has somehow infiltrated the camp and he confesses her feelings to her, knowing a fighting scenario is the only place where she'd be close enough for long enough to actually listen to him.

"i know what you think of me," he starts.

"if you did you wouldn't be speaking to me right now."

"no. i know what you actually think."

"focus on the monster, seabrain."

"i know you like me."

"what?"

"well, kinda. i mean i think you hate me too. but i also don't think it's that different from liking me."

"then you have a warped perspective on relationships."

"admit it."

"percy."

"admit that you like me."

"there is a monster in front of us and you want to talk about this?"

"the whole camp wants us to talk about this. do you see anyone else fighting? no! they're too busy waiting for you to give me an answer!"

"everyone get off your asses and fight. right now."

nobody moves.

"don't be like that. just because everyone can see how good we'd be, except for you -- "

"don't."

"fuck it. i'm in love with you. i've been in love with you since the day i met you -- "

"no."

" -- uh, yes. i wanna fucking be with you. i mean, i wanna do a lot of things to you, but to be with you? i wouldn't need anything else. just you, for gods' sake."

"percy."

"gods, i wanna kiss you. i wanna kiss that look off your face. but i'm not gonna do anything until you tell me the truth."

"i don't know what to say."

"you love me."

"i don't love anything."

"i know, but you love me."

"i don't wanna prove the prophecy right."

"stop being stubborn."

"i can't just be known as the girl who fell in love with you, perce. i want more for myself."

"you'd never be known as that. you'd be known as the girl that i fell for. the shadow-slicing praetor that percy jackson begged to have."

"i guess that doesn't sound so bad."

"yeah?"

"maybe."

they kiss passionately.

from then on, they're the it-couple on campus. they're always sneaking off and kissing, and percy is constantly all over her, kissing her neck, whisking her away.

everything is perfect until annabeth comes to claim him. they end up in camp half-blood with annabeth not knowing about her and percy. she watches as annabeth whisks percy away. percy's head is confused with his head and his heart.

she tells herself that she shouldn't have let herself fall in love with him. instead of letting percy break up with her first, she breaks up with him, saying that this is now real life. she will be known for more than just love, and he can have the love of his life annabeth back.

but percy doesn't feel that way anymore about annabeth. how could he? annabeth overhears the conversation and breaks up with him, understanding that he has feelings for someone else. he apologises over and over again because this is his best friend, but she accepts that they are only each other's first loves. and not the last.

percy wants her back.

the two camps are united in their decision to get them back together. although they don't have a lot in common, both camps adore either percy or the pluto girl -- they are their leaders -- and they want them together.

so percy makes another scene.

"i challenge you to a duel," he announces loudly to her, as campers gather around.

"jackson, i'm busy."

"i know. re-training people from my camp because you romans think you know better. fair enough. but i guess you'll have to re-train me, considering i'm actually greek."

"stop trying to wind me up."

"so it's working?"

"isn't it a rule at camp half-blood that children of the big three can't duel?"

"that's never stopped us before."

"it can this time."

"are you scared of losing?"

"get over here, jackson."

"don't worry. i'll go easy on you, deathbreath."

"that doesn't mean i will."

she swipes at him with her dagger, and creates a small cut down his arm.

"fuck."

"not so cocky now. stop missing, jackson, you haven't even grazed me."

"i don't want to hurt you."

"come on. hurt me."

"no."

"it's a fight, not a dance. hurt me."

"no."

"fine, don't! gods, i'm not going to fight you if you're not going to fight back. just leave me alone. i don't wanna be near you. can't you just let me be?"

"i've hurt you enough. i know i have."

"i don't know what you're talking about."

"but i promise you. i will never hurt you ever again. i will never make you feel anything but happy. i will do everything in my fucking power to make sure of it."

she laughs shortly. "it seems like everyone in our two camps will do anything to make sure of it."

there.

there, she realises it.

she realises that them falling in love was the gods' sure way of getting the two camps to respect each other. swapping jason and percy around was only the start - to make sure the camps knew of each other. but her part? it was to make sure that both camps would love each other, would stick together no matter what, the same way her and percy would through anything.

their friends refer to her as the queen of both camps, as it is her that has truly brought them together. although it's not what she had planned to be infamous for, she accepts it, knowing that she has gained more than she sought out:

percy.

"you have completely confused my perception of reality," he continues, as if she hasn't already made her mind up. "i dream about you. all the time. every night when i go to bed i dream about you. but most of the time it's in the day, when i see you, when i smell you, when i know you're near. i knew long before that prophecy that you were meant for me."

"me too, perce. all of it. me too."

so they get together and everyone is super happy. even nico does a slow clap bcus he likes how it's the most dramatic thing he's seen. the gods are like crying up there watching them get back together like they're some kind of soap opera that they manufactured. but it doesn't matter to them bcus they're living their best life.

[fatedbutblinking]

forget me not -- percy jackson x reader story idea

imagine if the whole percy-annabeth relationship dynamic never existed, and it was your manifestation of the relationship you used to have with percy. 

this is because of a deal that you had to make with some god in order to save his life (lets say in tartarus) where you had to give up your memories of romantic love in order to be set free. percy wanted to do it instead but you insisted because “There’s nobody in this world who deserves love more than you, Percy.”

so you’ve forgotten all your memories with percy but he hasn’t forgotten about you.

at first percy is really really sad and quiet about it all because he doesn’t want to bombard you with information that you’d find hard to believe. it was hard enough trying to get you two away from the enemies dynamic to the love dynamic when you did remember him, so this would be even harder. 

all your friends find it really sad and try to comfort percy but he doesn’t take it and brushes them off, which isn’t like him.

after a few weeks of long glances, wondering if you’ll notice him, percy decides that the only thing he can do is hope for the best and befriend you. and maybe if he’s lucky, he could make you fall in love with him again. the fact that you don’t have any of the memories you had together and he’s a stranger to you makes it seem almost impossible, but percy is willing to try. even if it means he’ll get really hurt in the end.

he befriends you in the smallest of possible ways. capture the flag, late night swims, long glances around the campfire. you start to develop a connection.

but you start to wonder why everyone looks at you two when you’re together. then they look away when you glare at them and gossip.

it takes pushing but you decide to ask piper if she thinks you and him are weird together, and if that’s what everyone thinks. you already have a hard time dealing with liking someone so if everyone thinks it looks wrong, then it would make you feel insecure. she says they think quite the opposite but doesn’t go into detail.

you ask your friends - leo jason nico etc. they all say the same thing.

one day you push percy to tell you why everyone looks at you two in that way. you push him so hard that he has to admit it all.

“They stare because they know being around you drives me crazy. And they know that you don’t feel the same way I do.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because you can’t.”

“I can’t? What the hell is that supposed to me?”

“You forgot it all. You gave your memories of us away. To save me, at that. And yeah that’s awesome, thanks for saving me, but I didn’t think I could love and hate someone so much in one moment.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I love you. I never stopped. And it hurts because it’s like you never started.”

“I’m here, aren’t I? I’m here.”

and then it all falls into place because you do love him. and although you can’t remember a thing, you know that you’re meant for each other, because you fell right under his charm the same way you were always supposed to.

[fatedbutblinking]

sirius x james’ sister│trust me, i know

something else that i found in my piles of drafts that i’d share for the hell of it

desc › james’ sister has just been broken up with. but our mans sirius is there to comfort her.

Alexandra Potter ran into the Gryffindor boys’ dorm and slammed the door shut behind her. She was looking for her brother, still breathing hard. Sliding her back down the door, she sat wide-eyed with her knees pressed against her. The loud pop music blasted in the common room fell faint through these walls, giving her ears something of a rest. 

Though she could see anything through her blurry vision, she heard a low, melancholic melody. It came from a guitar.

Tears trailed down her face by the first few notes. How bloody fitting.

She lifted her eyes and suddenly jumped back up, her head colliding with the door. She hissed with pain, though her eyes still remained on the person behind the guitar. 

“Sirius,” she breathed.

By the window, the dark-haired boy stopped playing and lifted his silver eyes to her, something of shock in them—but nothing equal to hers. “Lexi,” he started carefully, “are you okay?”

“Why are you here?”

“…It’s my room.”

“You should be at the party.”

“By that logic, you should be too.” 

“Where’s James?” Before he could answer, she muttered, “Lily. Tonight he’s asking Lily out. Night of the last day. I forgot. I’ll come back later—”

“Lexi.” Sirius’s eyes softened. “What happened?”

She glanced at the instrument and forced a snort. “Nice guitar. You a rockstar too, Black?” she joked; though her voice was so pitchy that it fell short.

Sirius didn’t react to the remark. Instead he set his guitar to the side, got up and walked over to Lexi. He put an arm around her waist and another on her head, gently pushing her head into his chest.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he murmured.

Lexi’s eyes were still wide. She never thought she’d see the day Sirius Black would console her. There was something very warm about his embrace that she couldn’t put her finger on, and she wrapped her arms around him, pushing her head into his chest as tears slipped from her eyes. 

“I hate men,” she hissed into his chest.

He scoffed a laugh. “I won’t defend our kind.”

“I actually liked this one.”

There was a long pause.

“Trust me, I know.”

She glanced up at him.

Black might have been consoling her, but there was no way he would ever let someone make her cry. And his desperation to help her led to his own infallible logic.

Of kissing her.

[fatedbutblinking]

how to flirt ft sirius black

SIRIUS. hey, baby, wanna get on my bike?

GIRL. i’m busy walking. go away.

SIRIUS. if you’re so into exercise, maybe we could—

GIRL. i’m serious, black.

SIRIUS. no, i’m sirius black.

GIRL.

SIRIUS. *puts sunglasses on and drives away*

[fatedbutblinking]

alice longbottom ii│terribly safe

desc › just an alice longbottom ii vibe/excerpt that i never finished

Sitting with her back against the tree and a thick, worn book in her hands, Alice let her eyes drift wearily across the page. She’d woken up earlier to read the book and found herself pulling the restricted item from out her bag whenever she could. At lunch, she’d quickly scoffed her fill and headed straight out to her usual spot.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves of the tree, flecking her dark-blonde hair with gold. The tree danced today, swaying from side to side, though not in an obnoxious manner; it merely whispered the breeze and floated as though without roots. There was something soothing about the sounds of leaves crunching along to the sway of the branches and the flitting of creatures under the gentle ripples of the Great Lake beside her.

The Picture of Dorian Gray, the book was. She hadn’t been able to look the paintings in the hall the same way since she’d read it the first time. She was glad that she didn’t have to see the Fat Lady every time she wanted to get into common room, the trauma of the plot scarring her. Fortunately, she was protected from immorality and demonic agreements.

Safety. That was one thing she appreciated about being in Ravenclaw.

[fatedbutblinking]

spike x reader│just admit it, sweetheart

desc › spike wants to know whether you’re in love with him, while confessing feelings of his own in your apartment.

warnings › some swearing, lazy (did this quickly at night) descriptions, predominantly dialogue, hints at sex.

I was washing the dishes. Ever since my parents died, I’d been left alone to do everything for myself. And with Buffy as something of a sister, I’d been left with all the supernatural beings that haunted her barely mortal life. That included the vampire standing my apartment. 

“You should leave, Spike.”

He was watching me. He ran a hand through his white-gold hair. The dim lighting caused it to glint like star-freckled strands, juxtaposed with the shadowy cut of his high cheekbones. His furrowed brows framed his pensive expression, and he clenched his jaw.

“I can’t ignore this anymore. If you love me, I need to know,” Spike said, looking at me sincerely. “So tell me.”

I brushed him off. “I can’t.”

“Tell me if you love me.”

“I told you. I can’t.”

He scoffed. “That’s not an answer.”

“Well, it’s as good as one’s going to get.”

“Why is it that you’re so against the idea of this?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you’re a heartless, soulless vampire who’s been with my best friend?”

“I don’t know where the emphasis is in that sentence. And, by the way, Buffy isn’t even in love with me—”

“The emphasis is everywhere. Because everything is wrong with this.”

“But you admit there’s something between us?”

“I’m not stupid, Spike.”

“I know you’re not, Y/N. It’s part of why I’m falling for you.”

I paused for a moment to catch my breath. Blinking away the tears that burbled against my eyelashes, I continued to wash the dishes.

“I love you, Y/N,” he continued, emphasising that one word. The one that I should have sobbed upon hearing. The one that I, although I desperately didn’t want to admit it, had been dying to hear ever since we first met.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think I do. I’ve got many years on you.”

I shook my head. “You wouldn’t know what love was if you looked it in the eye.”

He pinned me against the counter, his arms on either side of me. His blue-grey eyes bore into mine. “Then how come I can see it when I look into yours?”

My vision was blurry. “Are you here to torture me?” I muttered, intending for my words to come out sharper. They left my lips in a fumble.

Spike shook his head. “I’m here because I want to know. I want to understand you.”

“Sometimes we don’t get what we want,” I snapped, pushing him off of me. I turned back to the sink. “Shouldn’t you know that with all those years you have on me?”

“Y/N—”

“Listen, Spike. Taking aside how you slept with my best friend, there’s logistics. You’re a vampire and I’m a human—”

He opened his mouth to protest but I shushed him.

“—and it’s not as simple as it sounds. Forget about how you could possibly drain all the blood out of my system or how I’d one day grow old and die without you. Forget about how we’d inevitable have a bad ending. I’m powerless against you, Spike. Do you know how it feels to be that way around someone you feel things for? To feel so vulnerable that you’re not sure whether they’re going to literally rip your heart out or put it back together?”

“I would never hurt you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, “but I’m not like those vampires that killed your parents, Y/N.”

“No. You’re just a vampire. You don’t have a soul. And, logistically, you can’t love. You’re bound to a demon for the rest of your eternal torture of a life. And mine is complicated enough, Spike. All I have is Buffy and Willow and Xander. Everyone else that I loved died to people like you—everyone around me was ruined by people like you—and there’s no way I’m going to fall for it. For you.”

There was a long, tantalising silence.

“I’m just as powerless against you, Y/N,” he whispered.

I muttered, “What?”

“Forget about how I could drink your blood, or whatever other heinous things that you think I wouldn’t have the self-control to stop myself from doing. You don’t believe me, but I love you. I love you so much that I’m willing to tell you that I love you, despite not knowing what the hell you’re feeling, in hopes that you’ll change your mind. I love you so much that it makes me hate myself, because I’m not good enough for you when I look like this. I love you so much that I’m going to remember you, until the day this torment ends, as the one thing that I couldn’t stand to leave behind.”

“Spike—”

“I’m not a soulless demon, Y/N, and I’m not a person either. But I’m completely, inconveniently, madly in love with you, and I think that’s the only ‘I’m’ you should need. So tell me,” he continued, out of breath, “tell me if you love me.”

“And what if I did?”

“What if you did what?”

“What if I told you that I loved you? What would happen?”

“I’d kiss you like you’ve never been kissed before.”

“Maybe you should start with that.”

“Yeah?”

“You know, just so I’m sure. How else am I supposed to know?”

“I can get behind that,” he murmured, voice laced with amusement, as he leant in. 

Our lips brushed lightly, sending shivers down my spine. He smashed his lips against mine, and I could feel it. Every balled-up, raw emotion that we’d been holding back for the past few years. Even an angry one slipped past when he gently bit my lip, and I returned the favour, biting his bottom one harder. It forced a hoarse chuckle out of him.

“I’m not going any further until you say it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He ran his hands down the curve of my waist, and held tightly onto my hips. I pushed myself harder against him and he groaned into my mouth, stepping forward and forward until I was tumbling onto the bed. There was a devilish look in his eyes as they ran over my sprawled out body. He angled his head to the side.

Suddenly, he was on top of me. One of his legs was in between mine. He re-attached our lips passionately, and I wrestled for the buttons of his shirt. I wanted it off—gone. I wanted him to myself. 

He laughed lowly against my lips, and grasped my hands, stopping me. “Say it and I’ll continue,” he purred seductively.

“Manipulation isn’t sexy.”

“Say it, baby.”

I laughed heartily. “I’m not falling for your ‘baby’, baby.”

“Say it and I’m all yours,” he murmured against my jaw, trailing kisses down my neck. I could feel his hot breath making me feel weak in the knees.

“I love you,” I breathed. 

“Louder.”

“I love you, Spike,” I said, more urgently. I couldn’t be bothered to protest, wrapping my arms around his neck. Slowly, I pulled my head up and grazed my lips against his. “Now fuck me.”

The corner of his lips tugged. “By god. You don’t have to tell me twice.”

[fatedbutblinking]

when hades!reader dates percy jackson

relationship headcanons are actually pretty fun to write so expect more of these soon. i might do like some brother-sister kinda ones from pjo (like siblings in a cabin, for ex) but ofc can’t wait to tackle the nico-will dynamic <3

Percy was too scared to admit he liked you so he instead was extremely overprotective.

One time, at a party a Dionysus camper threw, an Aphrodite guy was getting touchy-feely with you.

Percy splashed the guy’s beer in his face using his powers, angering him, but he only winked at you and walked away.

Eventually you caught on that he liked you and kissed him by the Canoe Lake.

Initially you tried to keep your relationship a secret.

There was always sexual tension during Capture the Flag.

It was even worse at the nightly campfires, where you stole lustful looks from each other.

You snuck into his cabin most nights as you couldn’t do it with Nico around.

That’s when you found out he was a big cuddler. All night he would warm you up, as children of Hades are unnaturally cold. And because he likes smelling your hair.

Nico was the first to know. He told you that he was dating Will and you would have felt guilty if you didn’t tell him about Percy, so you did it right after. You made disgusted looks at each other jokingly—but not before Percy bust into the room with chocolate-covered strawberries. He always seemed to be in the right places at the wrong time.

Despite being popular on campus for your powers and ethereal looks, you never had many friends. People were intimidated by your dad being the god of death.

Until Percy introduced you to those from the Prophecy of Seven and you all became really close.

He made it seriously obvious that you were dating, even though the whole point of keeping it a secret was to protect it from them.

Whenever Leo tried to flirt with you, Percy held Riptide in the pen form against his back and glared.

When Jason stared at your bikini bod at the beach, Percy sent a wave of water over him before he could finish stuttering.

When girls flirted with Percy—which was and is all the time, especially the mortal ones—you kissed his cheek in front of them and got the message across that he was yours.

“I’m the disciple of death, so,” usually did the trick.

Percy got sick of keeping the secret. He didn’t want guys flirting with you anymore.

So, at your birthday party, he pulled you onto him in the Canoe Lake and kissed you passionately. Everyone stopped swimming to cheer you on.

An Apollo kid took a picture of the moment. It turned out like one of those aesthetic Pinterest couple photos with the sun setting in the background and the silhouette of your chests against each other.

Percy often asks you to replicate the silhouette in the picture as a shadow on the wall.

From that moment on, PDA became a big thing between you two.

Everyone knows you’re dating and if they’re new, they learn quickly.

You’re like the mother and father of Camp Half-Blood.

The first time you told Percy you loved him, he hugged you tightly and pulled you into his chest to stop you from seeing him so happy.

“I love you too,” he’d said quietly. “More than anything—everything.”

After a few moments of you being buried in his chest, he kissed your forehead, and then all over your face, and repeatedly said, “I love you,” until you laughed.

Nobody makes you happy the way he does.

“I’ve never seen you smile so much,” Leo said one time, not really joking.

“That’s because I’ve never been so happy.”

Nico threw a pillow at you. “Out.”

Your dates are at the beach, where Percy steals kisses from you in the water and you laugh at how dorky he is explaining the anatomy of a hippocampus.

You’re accustomed to riding dolphins, watching the sun set and swimming with sharks.

“Aren’t you scared?”

“Of what?”

“Of the sharks biting you or killing you. Girls are always scared of that.”

“I’m not scared of death, Jackson.”

You and Percy binge-watch Netflix and binge-eat all the time.

You and Percy are very powerful and competitive, being children of The Big Three, resulting in long and rough fights.

There is a literal rule that you’re not allowed to be on the same team. You’re both too powerful.

Because of the paleness you inherited from your father, you blush easily. Percy thinks this is adorable.

He always talks about how beautiful you are, saying Aphrodite can’t compare. He knows that you secretly like the compliments, in spite of smacking him and calling them moronically cheesy.

He is always in awe of you when you take people down in fights.

He genuinely admires what he calls the ‘badass bitch’ vibe.

You make him blue pancakes.

It isn’t very often that you’re open with people, but you’re very open with Percy. You wouldn’t admit it to him, but you’re sure he’s the only one you could love that much.

Percy appreciates your honesty, though others might find it startling. He appreciates most your ability to conceptualise what he’s feeling when he explains something that happened to him.

For example, he told you about how much he hated Gabe Ugliano. You recognized it as abuse and Percy denied it.

“Oh, come on. He was just a mean dude. I wasn’t abused,” he had chuckled.

“He hit you, Perce. He bullied you. Just because you’re a demigod doesn’t mean you’re a strong mortal incapable of feeling pain. Your problems as a human guy matter just as much.”

“You know, you’re nicer than you think.”

“Don’t insult me again, Jackson. No matter how cute you look doing it.”

Everyone at camp is envious of your relationship.

The Aphrodite girls go insane shipping you guys.

One time, Piper had to stop the Aphrodite girls from spying on you guys through the crack of the Poseidon cabin.

They like the contrast between you two; Percy is the warm one and you’re the cold one; he’s the tan one and you’re the pale one; he’s an idiot and you’re smart.

And yet you have a balance of similarities. You’re both illegitimate children of The Big Three, powerful, good-looking, brave and would do anything for each other.

One time, a mortal tried to capture a mythical seamonster on video in the middle of a Greek ocean. In the corner of the video were you and Percy heatedly making out; he had taken you there for a date.

Your accidental sex tape became worse when Poseidon used Mist to get rid of the hippocampus in the video so no mortal would find out about it.

The video was debunked, but also broadcasted on the news where the world got to see you two making out. And no seamonster.

Whenever you and your brother Nico play with Mythomagic cards, Percy always shows up.

He says he wants to learn to play, but rubs your love life in Nico’s face simultaneously.

You’ve always thought it was because of the ‘Nico saying Percy wasn’t his type’ thing, but it’s actually because Percy wants Nico to know that he really loves you and wants his approval.

Hades only accepts your relationship because you’re happy, but that doesn’t stop him from threatening Percy’s life.

“Break her heart and you’ll have wished you became immortal, Percy Jackson. Of course that wouldn’t stop me.”

Poseidon loves you like his own daughter.

But when you talk to him, you’re pretty awkward, as he knows about the things you and Percy do in his waters.

Sally thinks you’re good for Percy because you save his ass whenever he does something stupid.

With Paul Blofis being a smart, docile guy and Percy being a rowdy goof from a different world, they didn’t get along well initially.

So you’re the middleman. You educate Paul on the world of gods and you tutor Percy so he passes Paul’s English class—his worst class due to his dyslexia.

You’re pretty much the rulers of Camp Half-Blood and the high school you both attend.

Overall, you’re both strong and powerful in your own rights, but the two of you together are these soft cuties. Your relationship is passionate on all fronts and you’re sure you won’t find a connection as strong as this one.

[fatedbutblinking]

hp next generation│characters

REMUS & TONKS

Teddy Lupin

Hufflepuff

Hair that changes often—currently a bright, electric blue; olive skin

Kind and considerate

Respectful and sweet

Humble and appreciative of Harry Potter and their family

Deeply in love with Victoire—for a lot more than her looks

Victoire tells everyone it was Teddy who fell for her first, just because he told her he loved her first, but Teddy secretly knows that it’s Victoire who fell first

Made Head Boy for his high academic achievement (including a nailed Outstanding in Defence Against the Dark Arts)

Out of all the Potter children, he is closest with Lily Potter; she used to ride his back when she was younger and make him personalised, singing birthday cards

HARRY & GINNY

James Sirius Potter

Gryffindor

Around 180 cm; classically handsome face; strong jawline; thick, dark brown, untidy hair that glints auburn in the sun and he constantly runs his hands through; irritatingly clear skin; prominent hazel eyes; cocky smirk

From first to third year, he conceitedly thinks that Allie likes him just because she said thank you to him after he told off some boys for pulling on her hair; this turns out to be false, as Allie starts going out with Dylan Thomas

The most arrogant out of his family members, his best friend and cousin Fred coming second

His nana started calling him “Jamie,” to which his friends started mocking him for

This led to James coming up with nicknames for everyone else, some sticking and some only for mocking (e.g. Allie, Freddie, Roxie—but not Dom because she’d kill them if they did)

Typically a player but knows when to settle down into a relationship—reliable and loyal if he’s really interested in you—if you’re just a one-time shag, he’s still nice to you though

A lover of Quidditch, pranks, making others laugh—he’s the class clown

Naturally smart; has a lot of potential to be great—especially in Potions and Alchemy—but starts off not diligent or focused enough

Cares for his family and friends—perhaps too much sometimes

Immature class clown turned just as funny Head Boy without wanting the latter

Gets others and himself into trouble all the time

Constantly curious—to the point where it, also constantly, gets him into trouble and detention with McGonagall

Free and confident being who he is, which Allie admires

Childish, stupid, hyper and more arrogant when drunk

After being turned by an infamous werewolf in the middle of his sixth year, he starts smoking excessively—”The more I do with my mouth, the less chance I’ll have to tell someone I’m a monstrous killer. Unless you, Allie, would like to help me instead?”—Dom, who used to be an addict in her fourth year when she hung out with Slytherin boys, persuades James to stop

When he becomes a werewolf in his sixth year, he decides to quit the Quidditch team so he won’t ruin it for anyone if he can’t play; he doesn’t tell Fred his reasoning—he can’t tell anyone he’s a werewolf or might be expelled for possible danger by certain Ministry workers—and Allie is forced to take his spot

McGonagall secretly finds James one of her favourite students, despite telling him off constantly for his pranks

Loves his dog Paddy

Bisexual or pansexual—“As long as they’re good-looking,” he says, cracking a cocky smirk.

The ultimate 21st century cool guy—really hot, intelligent and with no preference for partners’ sexuality

Very straightforward like Dominique—doesn’t know boundaries at times

Secretly kind

Super selfless

Finds it amusing that he actually likes Professor Malfoy, his new Alchemy teacher

Professor Malfoy finds it funny that he likes James too

Though predicted Outstanding in his Alchemy mock exam, James runs out halfway through the lesson to confess his feelings to Allie

“What’s with your son, Potter? He’s unbelievable.”—“Merlin, what’s he done now?”—“He ran out halfway through the lesson, finishing 75% of the exam—which is impressive enough as he should’ve been at 50%—and got 73% right! If your son doesn’t run out of the room during the real exam, I’m sure he could get an O.”

Albus Severus Potter

Slytherin

Only just taller than Roxanne

Almond-shaped, bright green eyes; neat black hair; thin-faced with knobby knees; thin and of average height

Listens to Radiohead and other Muggle bands

Angsty teen shut-the-fuck-up type

Used to be bullied for being so different from the rest of his family; girls dig the bad boy thing (though Albus isn’t bad and doesn’t act like it on purpose)

Like a sassy young Harry from Order of the Phoenix

Rolls eyes a lot

Nobody can tell what he’s thinking

Witty—self-deprecating humour

Lily Potter

Gryffindor—without a doubt

Around 162 cm with pale, white, freckled skin, vibrant brown eyes, straight, bright ginger hair; she eventually gets glasses due to her worsening eyesight—“At least I’m not as blind as you, Dad.”

Very curious and interested; cheery; talkative; honest; adventurous

Wants to have fun but is studious too—for sure not as extreme a pranker or partyer as James

Often argues with Albus as they’re both really stubborn; James can be seen laughing the background

Strong-willed and quick-witted

Admires Rose as an older sister

Ships Albus and Scorpius more than anyone

RON & HERMIONE

Rose Weasley

Gryffindor

Wavy scarlet/vermilion hair; light skin with minor freckles, as she doesn’t spend much time in the sun

Loves reading and the library

Prefers to keep to herself/be independent

Loves to point things out for others

Her fatal flaw is being too honest that she sounds condescending/rude, especially when she’s angry

Only impulsive when angry;

Never procrastinates

Extremely intelligent/book-smart

Slightly arrogant and snobby

Short-tempered and stubborn

Says she doesn’t care about appearances until Scorpius finds out about her contact lenses after hiding under her bed

Hugo Weasley

Ravenclaw

Shorter than most; boyish good looks; curly brown hair (an undercut when he was rebelling); lanky; long-sleeved shirts and jeans

Loves music—singing, acoustics, angst/soft/indie tunes

Quiet but frank when passionate or needed

Highly intelligent

Quietly opinionated

Named attractive by girls but he doesn’t care for them—only his studies and music

Doesn’t laugh; deadpan

Not very close with Potter-Weasley-Granger clan

Dislikes James for treating him like a child, being frivolous and always partying

Dislikes Dominique for being intimidatingly rude

NEVILLE & HANNAH

Alice (Allie) Longbottom

Ravenclaw

Around 158 cm; sweet-faced; doe-eyed; wavy dark-gold/caramel-blonde medium-length hair; long eyelashes; rich, doe, dark brown eyes; thick-knit cream and orange jumpers

A bad habit of hers is biting her nails

Doesn’t get drunk until of age but is said to remain nonchalant and the same after several drinks

Though she complains she hates it because it’s illegal, she secretly enjoys being the designated driver in the flying car—there’s no other way for her to fly, as she’s dreadful on a broom like her dad

Clumsy when she’s younger

Open-minded; the right amount of honesty; not rude

Tones down James and Fred by telling them if their pranks are going over the line

Considered the worst Quidditch player/broom-rider ever since her first flying lesson where she spun around the school for hours uncontrollably

One day when Fred is injured and can’t play a match, James convinces Allie to and she manages to help them win—by distracting the other scared players with her super-fast flying

A louder, sweeter, more humble version of Albus

Shy when with new people, but later—if quiet—she’s only observant

Wishes she had a large family but eventually finds that the Weasley-Potter-Granger clan are just as caring

Her mother, Hannah Abbott, the school matron, is dying—lethargic, pale, cadaverous, bony, tired hair 

Her parents weren’t sure they could have a child due to Hannah being ill (having a blood curse)

When Hannah dies, Allie becomes very depressed because her family is down to just her and her dad; she feels guilty that she didn’t spend as much time with her mum as she did with her dad

Allie sees Scorpius crying in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom after his mother died too from a blood curse; this leads to a close friendship and slight jealousy from James, who at this point has just realised he loves Allie

Thinks she needs to excel at school because her dad works there—wants to impress her dad and make him proud

In her seventh year, she hears about a chance to intern at St Mungo’s; wanting to be nearer to family, she applies and gets accepted

She visits her grandparents at Christmas, which is why they sort-of remember her

Neville only hears about the internship when McGonagall talks to him about it and is heartbroken that his daughter didn’t tell him—this was because she knew he’d say no

She impulsively decides she wants to be a Healer

James and her get into an argument about this

“You don’t care about being a Healer. You just want a reason to see your grandparents, to be nearer people who care about you. What you don’t realise is that, although plenty of us aren’t related to you, we love you too.”—James

“You want to be a Healer? You’ve never talked about this ever!”—“Well some people can’t decide what they want to do when they’re five, like you or Fred!”—“I don’t know what I’m doing, Allie! Merlin...what’re you going to do if your grandparents pass away? Will you quit being a Healer? Do what you love, Allie. Don’t do what you think other people want.”

After James becomes a werewolf, she sticks by his side; she even becomes an illegal Animagus to help him—she is a hare, like Luna Lovegood’s Patronus, and finds herself somewhat unuseful as she’s so small

Lysander is her first kiss

Boys consider her pretty in the “cute” way; adults describe her as “lovely”; Fred describes her as “the type of person that calls other girls beautiful”; James describes her as “beautiful. That’s it.”  

Her three current and past love interests are James, Dylan Thomas and Nicolas (a hot Beauxbatons exchange student), the first becoming her husband and the latter two ending up together

Zabini mocks this, telling Allie she “turned them gay.”

James murdered him on the Quidditch pitch the next day

GEORGE & ANGELINA

Fred Weasley

Gryffindor

187 cm; very tall; well-built; short, cropped raven hair; light freckles

Goofy like James

Needs to focus on his studies more and does in last two years of school, after failing multiple OWL exams and getting a Howler from his mum 

From then on, he is given a tutor, Chloe, who is a year older than him, in Ravenclaw, pretty and half-Asian

Fred falls in love with her, though is scared she thinks of him as an immature guy and doesn’t tell her until the Christmas of his sixth year where James and Ally are invited to the Slug Club party and he’s left alone to study; On the way back from the bathroom, Chloe decides to ditch the Slug Club and stay with Fred late into the night

Loves/is passionate about Quidditch more than anything; wants to play professionally

After James is turned into a werewolf and some people become slightly scared of him and find him unreliable, Wood has no choice but to choose Fred to be Quidditch Captain

Fred knows he’s second best to James, as he always is, and 

Always seen laughing with James

Always sleeps and snores in History of Magic

Infatuated with Ally for a period of time but never confesses himself

Instead, they become very, very close friends, Fred being the first person who finds out how Allie feels about James

Roxanne Weasley

Hufflepuff

Around 165 cm; long, rich dark auburn hair; flawless, freckle-less mocha skin

Admires Ally

Sickeningly sweet; polite; formal

Lies so people don’t get hurt

Introverted

Low self-esteem

Loves watching Quidditch, not playing, making her different from her mum and dad

Secretly very loud, opinionated and 

Not an attention-seeker but wants to be noticed by somebody outside of her family

Dominique and her end up having a lot in common, including being constantly annoyed at Fred

Crushes on Lysander, the popular, smart guy, but ends up with Lorcan, the outcasted, artsy guy

BILL & FLEUR

Louis Weasley

“Hot Louis”

Ravenclaw

Looks more like his mother

Always relaxed

Close friends with Lysander

*To be continued*

Dominique Weasley

Gryffindor but almost a Slytherin

Tall and skinny; long, strawberry-blonde hair often kept in a pony-tail; light tan from the hours spent playing Quidditch; dark blue eyes that flicker with every sarcastic thought

Somewhat jealous of her older sister Victoire but doesn’t hold too much resentment towards her

The best female beater on the Slytherin team in years; she only tries out for the team after a year of being a hilarious, swearing, honest Quidditch commentator

Admittedly a hypocrite

The badass, devil-may-care type

Extra asf

Finds Herbology boring, despite everyone loving Herbology because of Professor Longbottom

Gets kicked out of Beauxbatons for using magic inappropriately after her mum sends her there to discipline her

Rough relationship with her mum

She is surprised to learn that her dad dressed as a bad boy during school, as he now worships grades and do-gooder ideals

Victoire Weasley

Gryffindor

Beautiful; tall and willowy, like a model; sapphire-blue eyes; long, pale-blonde hair (that she cuts shorter later to be “taken seriously by Aurors”); forever clear, pale skin (apart from the light freckling on her cheeks and nose)

Sweet; caring

Made Head Girl

Curious, but not rebellious, cunning, stealthy or adventurous like her sister

Graceful but not stealthy

Plays it safe, but not compliant

Deeply in love with the kind, sweet, yet misunderstood Teddy—a boy whom she helps recover from depression by showering him with friendship and love

PERCY & AUDREY

Molly Weasley

Ravenclaw

Wavy gingery-brown hair; icy, pale blue eyes; very skinny; tall; very freckled skin

Head Girl after Victoire leaves

Strict

Caring but not doting

Responsible

Easily-angered

Bickers and argues a lot with everyone

Tends to hang around her family members or teachers

Highly intelligent due to determination

Well-spoken; know-it-all

Acts like she can control everyone around her

Is disliked or not preferred by the older kids in the Potter-Weasley-Granger clan, but the young ones like her for babysitting when she’s free

Admires how Ally cares for everyone, tries to keep them out of trouble, without making them hate her

Admired by Rose

Lucy Weasley

*To be continued*

LUNA & ROLF

Lysander Scamander

Ravenclaw

Intelligent

Cool and collected

Well-known by everyone; popular

Follows in his father, Rolf’s, footsteps

Handsome; neat dirty-blond hair; “dreamy” cornflower-blue eyes

Brightest wizard of his year

The classier, more organised out of the twins

Blunt and honest but tries to hold back

Aware of his achievements

Arrogant; “Yeah, I know.”

Like a classier, quieter version of James, which Lily hates at first

Nevertheless, Lily and him end up together after the both of them consistently visit Hagrid (Lily does this because she doesn’t have many friends and hangs out with Hagrid; Lysander does this because he loves Care of Magical Creatures)

Lorcan Scamander

Ravenclaw

Quiet in speech, but loud in every other aspect

Badly-dressed—clothes the wrong size, the wrong colour, but still manages to make it looks somewhat stylish

Not-so-secretly handsome

I’ll-be-who-I-want kind of personality

Longer, messy dirty-blond hair; kind, doe silvery eyes; smiley

Loves art

Creative, confident and selfless

Great at giving advice

Called “weird” and a “hippie” by some 

DRACO & ASTORIA

Scorpius Malfoy

Slytherin

White-blonde hair; pale blue-grey eyes; tall and lanky; sharp cheek bones; intimidating due to height but an actual cinnamon bun;

Easy-going

Your genuine he-who-listens-and-won’t-judge mate

Determined to make Rose like him

Persistent and passionate about things he loves

Loves Christmas with the Weasley-Potter-Granger clan more than with him and his dad alone, as being alone with his dad reminds him he doesn’t have his mum there too—which is why he always brings his dad along to the Burrow, which can be slightly awkward

Thinks of Allie as a big sister