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-- A normal day for Jaden and Cyrus Harkness during late June entailed a lot of eating and a lot of lazing around in Central Park. It was relaxing to lay out on the rocks and just do nothing. Cyrus would read, Jaden would sunbathe, at some point they’d go and get bubble tea and find a new spot to laze about in. It was a good time for the siblings. Now that Jaden had recently graduated high school, she would be going to college. Cyrus wanted to spend ever last minute he could with his sister, not in a weird way, but he would miss her. He was still three years from going to college himself, while being incredibly smart, he still had ADHD and dyslexia which made him extremely unmotivated when it came to academia. And sometimes even got him kicked out of school before their mom could force them to change schools.

-- Four o’clock rolled around and Cyrus nudged Jaden, it was time for them to head home. They each had their own things to do later that night and they needed time to get ready after all. “C’mon, Jay,” he said, a small smile tugged at his lips as he started to pack up his bag, excited for the night to come with his almost, kind of, sort of boyfriend and the rest of their friends. They had rented out a movie theatre fucking rich kids and they had plans to sit and watch Spiderman: Homecoming, as well as any other movie the theatre was willing to show early for them, giving they paid the right price. Once Jaden was ready, they were making their way through the park towards their home on Fifth Avenue. 

-- They walked in silence, which was normal for them. Silence was easy for the Harkness siblings, and it wasn’t because they didn’t want to talk, they loved talking to each other. It was just easy. Everything was easy, they had an ideal brother/sister relationship. It was going to be hard without Jaden around, he knew that, but Cyrus was a teenager, he didn’t always need his sister around, and he knew that she needed a life of her own. He was excited for her honestly. It was a relatively easy walk back, no one bothering them, no one harassing Jaden for the way she was dressed not that it’d bother her anyway. But suddenly, they were stopped by a very, very, very tall man. He was tall and muscly and he had a military style buzzcut, his sunglasses covered his eyes, but Cyrus swore that he saw fire in them. He dressed like a biker and at his side hung a large knife, that no one cared about. Was open carry even legal in New York? Cyrus would have to check later. 

-- Everything about this guy, from the way he dressed to the way he carried himself, made Cyrus angry. He wanted to punch him, and then maybe punch a random jogger in the park, and he had no clue why. “Hey, kiddos,” he said, a grin forming on his ugly, anger inducing face. Cyrus just glared harder. He couldn’t find his words, which was rare for him, he usually had a ton to say, especially at people who made him angry even if he didn’t know why he was angry. He turned to Jaden, just to see how she was reacting, but for once he couldn’t gauge how his sister was feeling. “Who are you?” Cyrus asked as he turned back to the large man. “We don’t have any cash, so you can just leave us alone.”

-- Bellowing laughter came from the man and Cyrus felt like he had the life punched out of him, “gods, you’re a puny, rage filled asshole, aren’t you? I don’t need your money.” He grinned, ruffling Cyrus’ hair playfully. That just made him grimace and want to punch the man even more, he was all but ready to start a fight. “That’s no way to talk to the god of war, I’d have to say, for a smart kid, you’re pretty dumb. I’m here to talk to her though.” Cyrus turned to Jaden once more, shock painting his face. What could this guy who claimed to be a god want with his sister?

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-- It was late August and they were free. Free from stress, free from assholes (like Max Bronte, you’d hear Sarah say), free from financial burdens, and free from Plath. It was the best Simon Reign had felt in his whole life. Granted, they had been near broke for their whole lives until recently. But there was something that was nagging at Simon’s gut for the longest time, especially after the school had closed and nothing had really been done about that ridiculous Creeper incident. Thankfully though, with all the hell the two of them had gone through at that school, they were compensated in abundance. It wasn’t enough to pay for both of their colleges, why would anyone give snowflakes like them that much money? But it was enough for them both to live off of for a while. They’d figure out college on their own, and that was fine. It also gave them wiggle room to take a vacation however they wanted. And unlike normal kids their age, going to some fancy resort, Simon and Sarah opted for an adventurous road trip across the united states, taking in all the garbage that the country had to offer. 

-- They had bought a ‘clunker’ van, fixed it up enough and decided that if it broke down at any point, they’d just fly the rest of the way to New York. It would have sucked if that did happen, so they had their fingers and toes crossed so it wouldn’t. There were a lot of stops planned as well. They were going to take as much time as they needed, this was their therapy. They were going to deal with things however they felt necessary, and one of those ways was seeing The Berkley Pit in Butte, Montana. It was just a giant pit full of toxic waste. Why were they seeing it? Simon would say because it seemed cool, Sarah would say it was because she wanted to challenge Simon to a fight in the bottom of the pit, in reality, they were going to scream into the pit. Scream the PTSD away even though they knew that was not how PTSD worked what so ever. They could at least try it. Simon was driving and the radio was blasting a classic 80′s hit, I’m Still Standing. It had become a thing, Simon had learned. The only music of his that Sarah could even stand to listen too was his 80′s music. They had been listening to a lot of 80′s music.

-- As Simon pulled up to a parking lot near the pit, he noted that it was near a diner. They could eat after viewing the pit. He climbed out of the car and waited for Sarah to get out. He made sure to grab his camera, made sure his phone was on him, he would make sure to lock the car. They might’ve had money, but they weren’t going to be dumb about it. Simon and Sarah were always, always going to be poor kids deep down, and that meant protecting what you had until you couldn’t any longer sometimes. Simon smiled over at Sarah though, it was genuine too. It wasn’t the smile that he had been pulling for all those months at Plath, where his pain was obvious but he was trying to put on a brave face for the girl who had become his little sister in that time. There was no more Nick, no more Max, no more Creeper. There was just them. And they were going to control their lives now. 

-- “Okay, so, I’m thinking,” he started slowly, the smile slowly pulling into a grin. “We snap a couple of pics, and then we go eat at the diner, and then, we spend the day driving up to Grasshopper Glacier, cause the name is goofy, but also have you ever seen a glacier? Cause I haven’t.”

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-- Jason was new to town, for many reasons, none of which he wanted to think about for... The rest of his life. He just wanted to forget for a really long time, suppressing bad experiences was better than actually dealing with them. It wasn’t too late at night, maybe a little past nine or so, but it was already dead. He wished that he moved to a town with a little more nightlife, but what could he expect? He moved from L.A. to the middle of no where Utah, he wasn’t going to get anything anywhere near the thrill of living in L.A. anymore. It wasn’t even that he partied or liked going out himself, he was just comforted by the thought that there were others out and about. 

-- As he wandered the streets, he found himself in a more ‘abandoned’ part of town, in an abandoned cul-de-sac no less. Jason was just going to walk around the circle and head back in the direction he came when he saw a shadow, struggling by some bushes with... Something large and heavy? “Hey!” Jason called out, hoping that maybe this was just what you did in a small town. You did your best to be neighborly and helpful and then no one would spread rumors about you. “Hey, do you need any help?” He called out once more, starting to make his way over to the figure. He stopped dead in his tracks though when he realized what was going on. It was a man, dragging a lifeless body, and now? Now he was a witness to a murder... Or the next victim? He couldn’t be sure.

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nejesse --

The thing that Jesse had not wanted to happen, needless to say, happened. He didn’t know what he had been expecting when the male walked in but Jesse wasn’t ready. In sheer stupid hope, he had maybe thought that Simon had been gone long enough to not recognize the back of his head but that was obviously not what was happening. Simon had recognized Jesse, pretty quickly in his opinion too, and now their lips were locked. Everything that Jesse had inside of him wanted to kiss him back. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around the male and just pull him close and kiss him for an eternity. Jesse couldn’t do it though, not after all that had happened. He wanted things fixed first, he couldn’t enter back into whatever Simon and he had been without fixing everything that Jesse had left behind. 

So despite every ounce of love for Simon that Jesse had in his body, he pushed the boy back and shook his head “Simon, you can’t kiss me. Not until we talk. Not until I apologize and we fix things.” He said softly and ran a hand through his hair. “I uh…I have a small house on the edge of town if you wanna come by after I get done here….I’m almost done…but I just…” He sighed and put his face in his hands for a minute to think and sighed “We just need to talk, okay? The last thing I want to do is hurt you again and there’s a lot to discuss and I don’t know how it’s going to end up so we just…as much as I want to kiss you, and trust me I do, I can’t right now.” 

Jesse just looked down at his hands and looked back at the time and shrugged “Or we can go now. I didn’t realize that my shift was pretty much over.” He said and turned around and took his name tag off and leaned over the desk and put it in a basket before turning back “Or we could go someplace public if that’s more comfortable and convenient for you.” He said and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly “Or we can just forget I said anything and just ignore each other too. I’m sure you don’t want to see me after everything I did.” He said and chewed on the bottom of his lip. 

Jesse wasn’t one to get nervous often, he was a pretty confident guy, but something in Simon made his knees weak and his heart race and with everything that happened last time, he just wanted to make sure he was doing everything right. Simon deserved a lot better than what Jesse had to offer and if he had found something better already then Jesse didn’t want to intrude. “It’s up to you, man.” He said and shrugged, just waiting for an answer. 

-- Honestly, Simon had been expecting Jesse to punch him again. He wouldn’t say it out loud, never out loud, but in his gut he had the sneaking suspicion that was going to happen. So when it didn’t, he was taken aback. He stepped back from Jesse, knowing himself and knowing that the feelings bubbling up inside him were dangerous, for both of them. It had been almost a whole year and Simon Reign was still in love with Jesse Elliot. It was hard not to be. He had kind eyes, a gentle smile, in almost all of his actions, Simon felt at home with him. Unless they were hiding. Until he had punched him. They had both done regrettable things, Simon had sold himself to pay for rent, he had sold himself to keep Jesse’s big, gay secret hidden, he had sold his integrity just to be close to someone he didn’t want to admit he loved.

-- But things were different now. Times had changed, they had changed, for the better, Simon was hoping. “Talking would be good,” he finally agreed, unable to look Jesse in the eye too long, unable to look anywhere but the ground for too long. He was so embarrassed of himself honestly, he had just charged right up to a guy he hadn’t spoken too in months and just fucking, kissed him. It was okay though, cause he loved him, right? But Jesse was right. They needed to talk, and there was... A lot to talk about. Simon wanted to talk to him about the book and he wanted to talk to Jesse about what happened between them and he wanted to talk about maybe mending things, fixing things so that they could... They could try again. Simon desperately wanted to try again.

-- “There’s a lot to talk about, but I think... I think private would be better. We can order food cause I don’t see it being a short conversation either,” Simon told him, his voice was soft and kind, he didn’t want to come off angry or scared or any of the other five emotions he was feeling. He was so happy to see Jesse and have him back in his life, in his general vicinity. But there was a lot that they needed to discuss, and Simon knew he was going to have to allow himself the room to get angry with him. He knew Jesse needed the room to get angry with him as well. But in the end, it would be great for them to talk. They needed it. He watched as Jesse rounded back to him from behind the desk and he felt his heart skip a beat. It hadn’t been that long, but it had been long enough that Simon forgot just how overwhelmed he got by just looking at him.

-- There’s another moment before Simon can move his body, he could feel the tension between them, but instead of saying anything else, Simon just took Jesse’s hand in his own and gave his arm a gentle tug. “Don’t be scared,” he said, a teasing tone in his voice. Simon didn’t want there to be any animosity between them, he was sure things would be fine. They just needed to talk first.. “It’s just my hand, Jess. I promise I won’t kiss you again until after we’ve talked. If you want that of course.”

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waterwcrks --

Of course, Jesse was going to be pulled into the group to go get the new halfblood to camp. He was always part of those groups and he was seemingly always the ones to save their asses too. Not that Jesse really minded, if he were being honest. Jesse enjoyed the adrenaline of the fight and enjoyed getting out of the camp and, even if he wouldn’t admit it, he loved helping others. Mostly though, Jesse liked the recognition and praise that came with it afterward but there were other ways to get that than coming out to help the camp out. It always seemed to be the same stuff over and over after all and if he didn’t enjoy it then there would have been no way he would have ever come back after the first time. 

See, to Jesse, it was always the same. They went out with a vague idea of where the halfblood would be and then they would just search for the big monster that was chasing them and they would pull the halfblood aside and tell them to stay put until they defeated whatever was after them and they’d bring the poor little demigod back to camp and give them the whole spiel. Some knew or had a vague idea like Jesse had when he had found out, but others didn’t know at all. That seemed to be the case with the clueless idiot running around New York that they were saving today, he gathered, after running into him in the streets and he tried to run off on his own. Jesse just pulled him back and shook his head “Are you insane?!?” He asked. “You can’t just go run off again. You’re going to die!” He said and looked back as members of the camp ran past him and started to fight.

“Look, I'll explain what’s happening to you in a minute but would you just stay put? This won’t take long and then we’ll come fix whatever injuries you have and explain what’s happening but…” He shook his head again, not believing how clueless the male in front of him actually was. It didn’t stop his eyes from lingering on the male but he pulled himself away again and sighed “Just stay here.”  he said firmly before turning around and getting ready to go out with his fellow campmates. 

-- It took Simon a few moments to really register the words that were being said to him. He wanted to argue with him more, he was fine, he had been through this before. It wasn’t new for Simon. He couldn’t explain it but, D.C. had been the same, the boroughs of New York were no stranger to Simon Reign’s ridiculous... Well, reign. He attracted chaos, the only reason he was in the Upper East Side this time was because there was a rich family that thought they could ‘reform’ a kid like him from Queens. “Okay, look, I’ve-- I’m fine. This...” He gestured to the claw mark, “look, this is nothing, I’ve dealt with a lot worse. It hurts, yeah, but I’m fine, I can already feel myself healing so just-- let me find a place to hide on my own, I don’t want to cause you guys any trouble.”

-- But before he could do anything, Jesse was gone and he was left sitting on the edge of an alleyway. If they had it dealt with like they claimed, Simon figured he could relax a bit. He lifted up his shirt and looked up at the sun, wondering what exactly was going on. Everything in his life had aligned so weirdly, it felt like this was supposed to happen, he had dreams about this happening. Even visions of it all happening. Honestly, Simon just wanted to sleep at this point. He knew once he fell asleep, he’d either have been found by his social worker, or at least fully healed so he could go to his social workers office and explain he needed a new family. 

-- Just as Simon felt himself drifting off though, he saw bright orange out of the corner of his eye and looked up to see Jesse. “Oh. Hi.” He just gave the other a tight lipped smile, unsure of what else to do. He didn’t know what this guy was going to tell him, or do to him, or try to do to him, and he wasn’t interested in finding out either. Sure, he was attractive, but that wasn’t enough to sway Simon’s flighty self to stick around any longer than he had too. “If you guys are done, I’ll be going now, since uh-- I obviously interrupted your field trip?” He hadn’t realized it until just now, but all the kids, every single last one of them... They were all wearing the same, bright orange shirt, with a blaring ‘Camp Half-Blood’ logo across the front.

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Tonight You’re Perfect || Finn & Daniel

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thegoldenblondeboys --

Finn wasn’t really sure what he was expecting to happen the rest of the night with his friends abandoning him, but it certainly wasn’t this. His first response on instinct was to snort in amusement (which he did out of habit) whenever someone appeared to attempt flirting with him. But once he lifted his head and turned to face the guy, any sarcastic remark he had on his tongue was immediately swallowed. Subtly his eyes shifted around to make sure that, yep, this handsome dude was definitely talking to him. The guy was way out of his league; he was impossibly good looking with dark hair, large Disney level dark eyes, perfectly chiseled jaw, and a killer smile. 

So what the hell was he doing talking to him? 

“Uh––” Finn started, after managing not to spit or choke on his drink before speaking. “Well, I’m, uh, actually not alone. I mean, right now I am. But I’m here with friends. Who left me. To go and try and get laid. With some girls. And now I’m here alone. Talking to you,” he clumsily rambled on, clearly a bit taken off guard. He decided to shut himself up by taking a swig of beer and start over, smiling at the other boy. “Basically my friends are horny assholes, but I love ‘em anyway,” he chuckled. “What about you? What brings you here…alone, I’m guessing?” 

-- Daniel wasn’t the type to just go up to people in bars and start talking to them, not for introversion or anything, but just because it wasn’t really his thing. Usually he just let people come to him, but there was something different about this guy. He caught Daniel’s eye, which was pretty rare for him. “It was shitty of your friends to leave you alone like this though,” he said softly, giving him a gentle nudge. “Oh, I’m new in town, just wanted to go out for a drink, meet some new people and make some friends. That old spiel, y’know? But uh-- I think I found something better than that.” He grinned before taking a long drink from his glass, looking at Finn from the corner of his eye, wondering what the others reaction would be.

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nejesse --

Here Jesse was, back in Easthaven, after months of disappearing and he hadn’t told a soul. He had ended things on a bad note and he had left like a child who hadn’t gotten his way but now he was back. He had grown up a lot while gone, fixing more of the mess that his ‘parents’ had left for him and figuring himself out more while trying to heal from the heartbreak that he had ran from. Jesse knew that he would come back at some point though because Easthaven was his home and it was all he knew but it didn’t mean that he had to. come back the same. While he was gone he had really gotten into books, he guessed because they were a way to connect with Simon in a way. Hell, Simon had even written a book and to say that Jesse’s copy was overused was an understatement. Jesse had become less exuberant about his monetary supplies and had become more reserved, not really wanting to open himself up again after the last time. He was still as athletic as ever, as he had come back to Easthaven to be the local coach both in the high school and out but he volunteered at the library pretty much anytime he could. A bittersweet form of closure, he presumed, because Simon came in often…or he had when he had been in town. His hopes of catching Simon at the library were shot when he heard that Simon was on a book tour and wouldn;t be back for awhile. Regardless, Jesse wasn’t going to let that hold him back and he continued working day after day. 

The fateful day came though, the one he knew would come, when Simon re-entered the library. Jesse knew Simon had to come back to town at some point, that it was just a waiting game, and he thought he had prepared himself for that day. But when Jesse saw the familiar brown hair and brown eyes, he wasn’t ready. Simon Reign was back and Jesse was trembling in his shoes, his heart racing in his chest and all he could do was turn around and pray that Simon didn’t notice him and make a scene. He knew he wasn’t ready to deal with what he had done, especially not in a place such as the library. And as much as he was dying to grab Simon and kiss him hard, he knew he couldn’t. So Jesse continued to work, his back turned to Simon, just waiting for him to leave, or the drama that always seemed to follow them to appear. 

-- For once in Simon Reign’s long, miserable life, things had gone right. After the fight with Jesse, after the man had just disappeared from Simon’s life without a word or any indication he would be back, things actually started to pick up. For months, Simon had been submitting his manuscript to any publishing house within a five hours drive, and basically the day after Jesse had hit him, he had gotten a call saying his book was accepted for publishing. He had a party, granted, the party was just himself and Beck but still, they went out and celebrated. Simon’s first book was going to be published by Penguin Books, one of the most well known publishing houses, and they were going to promote it as well. The next few months, he threw himself into his edits, his whole being went into making sure the book was perfect for publishing. And then finally... It happened. Simon Reign was a published author.

-- And then they wanted him to go on a book tour, he was an absolute marvel to the publishing world in some respects. He was a gay foster kid who spent his whole life suffering in a system that wouldn’t help him, and he managed to drag himself out of that. According to his editor, it was just one of those stories you didn’t hear everyday and it was exactly what they needed for the promotional part of the tour. Simon went on tour through the country, talking with a bunch of teenagers near his age about what it was like to be a published author and how hard it was to live through his life and get where he was but that he wouldn’t change a second of it, because it lead him where he was now.

-- Finally, after book tour was finally over, Simon was given some much needed time off from the world. He would go back to East Haven and he would start edits for the next book, the sequel to his very first novel. Arriving back in East Haven almost felt like stepping back in time, like he was going somewhere he had once been but didn’t need to be anymore. But he remembered, it was his home, this was where his roots were and he needed to keep to them. East Haven made him who he was after all. 

-- Simon had been back for a few weeks before he decided to hit up any place in town that might have his book. He went to the local bookstores and signed a bunch of copies for the owner, all with a bright smile on his face, and then he went to the library, he was just going to talk with the head librarian about maybe doing a reading and Q&A for the high schoolers in town, if there was any interest in that of course. What Simon hadn’t been expecting when he walked into the library was, “Jesse...” He gasped, unable to find any words. Old emotions started to bubble up and he couldn’t stop himself from his actions, his legs made him walk over to the man who had left him and he grabbed his dumb sweater that made him look so soft and warm and pulled him in for a kiss.

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The Green Monster of Jealousy || Manny & Alfie

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thegoldenblondeboys --

“I’m not––I’m not uncomfortable with you being gay!” Manny practically shouted. This was ridiculous, why was this even an issue? He had no idea, but it was really starting to make him question himself. Was he homophobic? He’d never had an issue with Alfie’s sexual orientation until he actually saw him physically kissing other guys. “I don’t give a shit about Germy or whatever the fuck, I don’t even wanna know his lame ass name. He’s a dick and not allowed over here.” Damn, when did he start sounding so fucking petty? He had no idea why he felt like this, or why he was so frustrated, but he could feel it boiling in his gut, bubbling up in his chest, into his throat, and… “Because I don’t like seeing you kissing other guys that aren’t me!” 

-- “Really? I call bullshit, Manny!” Alfie yelled back, turning away for a moment, he couldn’t even look at his friend right now. He felt so hurt by the whole situation. He was thinking maybe he should just ice Manny out. But it was hard, especially when he was saying such ridiculous shit. “How is he a dick? He was kissing me, we’re both consenting adults, he’s one of my favorite classmates, you can’t just ban my friends from our apartment! You can’t just be some homophobic dictator here! We both pay equal amounts of rent, we both pay for wifi and shit like that, this is our apartment and if you can’t handle me being gay, well--” Alfie didn’t know what the ultimatum was going to be, would it even be an ultimatum? He was just so stressed and overwhelmed, Manny was supposed to be his best friend, how did he suddenly become so wildly homophobic? “Well, then I’ll just have to move out! I shouldn’t be subject to a raging homophobe in my own home!” And then Manny said it. And Alfie felt like his heart had stopped and then like it was going to leap out of his chest. He couldn’t find the words to speak, there wasn’t anything he could thing of to say. “S-Seriously?”

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-- Years and years and years and years would pass before anyone would hear a word directly from Auradon in any capacity. Four kids on the Isle were chosen to go and have a second chance over there, supposedly they were going to take fairy godmothers wand and drop the barrier but... Things change. The story changed. It left kids like Uma and Harry Hook and Gil on the Isle, clawing for a way out, vowing to get their revenge. It also left kids like Aaliyah and Finn wondering if they were ever going to get a shot themselves. Narcissism and tarot cards only got you so far on the isle and so far, they hadn’t gotten too far. 

-- Who would care about the son of Hans and daughter of Dr. Facilier anyway? They were both two-bit villain kids, they weren’t Auradon material. And they knew that. The son of Hans and the daughter of Dr. Facilier? No way, never in a million years. They weren’t worth the effort. And they had accepted their fate, for the most part.

-- Aaliyah wandered through the alleys of the Isle, peaking around corners, snatching wallets from pockets and slipping back ‘spell pouches’ of misfortune in. There was no magic on the island, no real magic at least, but there was superstition and superstition made people come into the shop for readings. ‘The Other Side’ is what it was called. Funnily enough. The shop was mostly her fathers business, he gave the real spiel. He was the one that could ‘change the fate’ of anyone on the island without any fancy magic despite being just as cheap and worthless as his daughter. She just read the cards in the streets to drive people in.

-- As she worked her way through the Isle, doing her daily rounds to give fortunes to everyone who was willing to pay her even half of what she deserved, she found herself singing one of her fathers staple songs. "I got voodoo, I got hoodoo, I got things I ain't even try, and I got friends on the other side...” It wasn’t like her and the other four had been close, but Aaliyah and Carlos were thick as thieves. No pun intended, or anything like that. She missed her friends on the other side.

-- And now! Now, Uma was gone? Uma was gone. And Aaliyah’s gay ass was pining, wondering what it was like in Auradon. Maybe she could have a girlfriend over there, if she ever got to go that was. Finally though, her rounds were done and she slumped up against the outside of Ursula’s Fish and Chips, having no reason to go in without Finn with her. Where was he anyway? Usually they ended up with each other at the end of the day, shared some fries, and went back to their hidey hole. 

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-- Simon was running, he was running faster than he ever had in his life and he wasn’t really sure where that energy was coming from, all he knew was that it was going to run out. And soon. It was shaping up to be the worst day of his life pretty much, never once in a million years would Simon Reign have guessed that he was going to ruin a whole exhibition room full of iconic pop art. He wanted to die because of that, but he wasn’t going to die by the hands of the... The whatever that was that was chasing after him. Simon had almost been snatched twice now, his side bleeding and his clothes coated in his own blood. He wondered how much he had lost, but he couldn’t dwell on the matter for too long since he was trying to let his self-preservation skills take over.

-- He turned a corner sharply and was about to keep running, but no such luck. He slammed right into the body of another person, making the both of them topple down. And consequently, causing the poor soul to be covered in Simon’s blood. He scrambled up quickly and felt his head start to feel light, like he was about to pass out, “fuck, I’m sorry, I uh-- I’m just-- I--” He didn’t know how to explain the situation. How could he explain it? Here he was, this sixteen year old idiot, bolting through the streets of Manhattan as fast as his legs can go and he’s drenched in his own blood no less. And, apparently, what seems to be some sort of dog slobber? Is that what’s chasing him? A giant, slobbery, dog from hell?

-- “I-I’m sorry, I gotta go, I think I’m going to-- I don’t want you to get caught in the crossfire uh-- bye? Sorry.” And as he’s about to start running again when he feels himself being dragged back down to the ground towards the, surprisingly, attractive guy he just ran into. Simon hadn’t even realized it but, wow this boy looked like a fucking god. And he had just covered him in his blood. Perfect.

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THE PRODIGAL SON RETURNS ;;

Who would have ever thought CYRUS was more than just an intellectual prodigy? Who would have ever thought he would be the CHOSEN ONE in a murderers eyes?

P R O D · I · G Y – ˈprädəjē/ noun a person, especially a young one, endowed with exceptional qualities or abilities.     - an impressive or outstanding example of a particular quality.     - an amazing or unusual thing, especially one out of the ordinary course of nature

C Y R U S  H A R K N E S S –      The boy with two degrees: European History and Social Sciences      The boy currently working on his medical degree      The boy who loves his sisters with all his heart      The boy who willingly befriends murderers 

THE THREE SIDES TO CYRUS HARKNESS      1. Boy Genius™ - The side that knows he’s intelligent, he knows he can do anything, he knows he can learn anything.      2. Loving Brother™ - The side that would do anything for Ava & Jaden, the boy that would do anything for those he loves.      3. Murder Boy™ - The side that should never be accessed ever again. The side of Cyrus that made mistakes that hurt so many people. The side of Cyrus that hurt him and everyone he loves, even if they don’t know it yet.

CYRUS HARKNESS DOES NOT ASSOCIATE WITH THE WORD PRODIGY ANYMORE.  IT HAS BEEN TARNISHED. IT HAS BEEN SMEARED. IT HAS BEEN R U I N E D. CYRUS HARKNESS IS NO ONE’S PRODIGY. HE IS NO ONE’S “CHOSEN ONE”.

Really, all Cyrus Harkness wants to be now is a normal boy. Normalcy is the last thing he’ll ever get though.

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ONCE SCATHING, POWERFUL, DANGEROUS TITANS…

let’s just start off with a gentle, what the fuck? how did you two stray so far from your parents? how did you end up where you are now?

CYRUS HARKNESS, HOW THE FUCK DO YOU ACCIDENTALLY JOIN A CULT? JADEN HARKNESS, HOW THE FUCK DO YOU FIND YOURSELF BLACKLISTED?

ACHILLES, ATALANTA, HOW DID YOU LET YOURSELVES FALL?

You were taught:      ~ BE PROUD      ~ STAND TALL      ~ LOVE YOURSELF      ~ STAY STRONG      ~ STAY OUT OF TROUBLE And yet…

Cyrus, you can try to save yourself, try to correct your wrongs Jaden, you can keep fighting for yourself, try to keep your independance You will both fail. You will fall further.

Your actions have their C O N S E Q U E N C E S. There has never been a H A P P Y  H E R O. There has never been a H A P P Y  M A I D E N.

WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU’RE ANY DIFFERENT?

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MODERN DAY JANUS ;;

Who would have ever thought CONFIDENCE could hide so INADEQUACY? Who would have ever thought A MORAL COMPASS could BREAK?

MERRIAM-WEBSTER STATES      Definition of double–edged sword something that has or can have both F A V O R A B L E      and U N F A V O R A B L E consequences: This much freedom of expression and opinion      can be a double-edged sword. — Linda Connors

D A N I E L   B A T E S –       The man who is so passionate, it burns.      The man that wants to do right by his followers.      The man that believes he can change the world.      The man who doesn’t really know what he’s doing.

THE THREE SIDES TO DANIEL BATES –      1. Fearless Leader™ – The side of Daniel that never intended for his involvement to go this far. He didn’t realize that when he was joining the Rebels that he was in for a motherfucking WAR. He took it though, he took it with PRIDE he never knew he could feel. He put on a fearless mask and hid how scared he felt. He shoved it deep down so that others would feel safe and warm and protected even though they were constantly on the edge of death.      2. Broken Moral Compass™ – This side of Daniel used to think what they were doing was right. In the months that have come and gone, as the seasons changed from green to gold to brown, he never thought that his compass would fail him like so. He had always been so headstrong, confident in his decisions (and only his decisions mind you) but suddenly, that same confidence had failed him, that same assuredness had dissipated into the city fog.       3. Just a Boy™ – This side of Daniel has recently discovered that there’s more to him than just his name. Daniel Bates has realized he grew up too fast, he’s realized that he never really had the chance to be a kid in the first place and that’s catching up to him fast. He’s really just a boy deep down, a boy that’s had to put on a mask for everything he’s ever done in his life despite his wealth. He’s a boy who’s never really known who he really is because he’s never been given the chance to find out.

DANIEL BATES IS JUST A PERSONA, A COVER UP, A SHIELD AGAINST THE TRUTH HE IS NOT AS  C O N F I D E N T  AS HE APPEARS HE IS NOT AS  F E A R L E S S  AS HE SHOWS OFF HE IS NOT TELLING THE  T R U T H DANIEL BATES GOES ABOVE AND BEYOND TO MAKE HIMSELF STRONG DESPITE THE FACT THAT HIS MORALS ARE JUST AS GRAY AND BROKEN AS THE NEXT PERSONS BECAUSE PEOPLE  R E L Y  ON HIM, HE CAN’T BE  W E A K.

Daniel Iman Bates can feel his life slipping away. And he’s afraid he’s going to leave so many disappointed people in his wake.

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“Wisdom’s daughter walks alone. That didn’t just mean without other people, Annabeth Aaliyah realized. It meant without any special powers.” ― Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena