ur recent says ur taking requests but it says closed so I HOPE THIS IS OKAY LOL
Percy Jackson x reader fluff just anything lighthearted and dumb please 😭
𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧
— "like hell! the only one who can get me away from you right now is my mom."
ft; late night rain dancing, taylor swift playing, warm towels and a shit ton of kisses from your second favourite person in the whole wide world
a/n: nooooo i'm taking requests, like only ten for now which is why i didnt bother changing thatnjrefh but no, you're perfectly fine <3 i'm so s o f t for percy jackson feel free to send in another request if this isn't what you wanted <3
aaa this is quite literally, my first time writing for the pjo fandom so i hope i dont disappoint
note: percy jackson x gn!reader, they're both well in college, around two years after toa. no specific godly parent for reader mentioned per se, but it's implied the reader doesn't have a mortal family, not prood read, we die like jason grace.
warnings: another bad attempt at fluff, spotify terminology (apple music users dni eyeroll emoji /j), brief mentions of sicknesses (cold, cough and fever), sally jackson being a SWEETHEART, a mention of throwing up, surprisingly only one (1) curseword.
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you squeal in surprise as the rain starts pouring down harder. the winds have become harsher too, but whatever Zeus is pissed about this time around doesn't concern you.
instead, you tug the jacket you and percy are wrapped in closer to yourself, pulling him closer too by extension.
percy's hands slip around your waist, your back to his chest, as he picks you up and gently sways the two of you to the beat of 'love story' by taylor swift while he hums the lyrics under his breath.
he tugs you closer and presses a kiss to your cheek and jaw, resting his head on your shoulder later. you giggle when he does that, turning your head slightly to kiss his forehead.
the playlist probably ran out ages ago, now you two are staying afloat purely on the will of the spotify lords and their music choice, but as long as it's a song that either you or percy know, it works.
( anything works, to be honest, just as long as percy's here, behind you, holding you like you're the one thing he never wants to lose. as long as you have that, you know you've won. as long as percy jackson holds your hand and kisses your cheeks, gods, you'll take anything. )
new rome is fun, it keeps life interesting in a way that doesn't risk you, him and Annabeth going out on quests--and Annabeth having to mock throw up every time you two kiss even if you know she's just as terrified as you two.
swords and running from medusa's sisters ( or medusa sometimes. yeah aunty em was NOT happy last time you met her, apparently she still remembered the store circus thing even if it was more than seven years ago ) were replaced with chasing deadlines and seeing how many energy drinks you guys can stomach.
you're in new york right now, staying at sally's ( when she learnt you were going to spend the holidays in new rome, she demanded her son get you home. no way in hell is estelle's favourite person going to stay alone for the holidays ), and like the two very smart heroes of olympus you two are, you're out here dancing in the rain.
it's a little silly, yeah, but in your absolute defence, this started out as percy trying to teach you how to skateboard before the rain, and neither of you are going to let that ruin a date for you ( by extension let Zeus ruin another date for you, even if this isn't aimed at you ), so you two made the best of both worlds, thanking the gods the speaker piper got for you is waterproof.
with one last strike of thunder, the rain slowly dies down, leaving you and him in the park as the spotify lords finally give up on you two.
percy drops you suddenly and you have only two seconds to squeal in absolute surprise before you're turned around to face him this time. he's grinning at you with a look of absolute mischief--you're sure connor and travis had the exact same look before they shoved you into the pool last time you guys visited camp half blood. of course, percy was in there but something tells you that was their goal.
he looks so pretty you could cry.
and this pure boy, who smiles secretly to you, looks at you like you're the one at the centre of his universe, the one who holds your heart. this same boy has given you his, asking only for your love in return, something you're more than happy to give him.
before you can ask him what he's up to, percy suddenly shakes his hair, causing all the water to fly everywhere, including on you.
you almost yell in surprise but with a small chuckle bite back. doing the same, as both of you laugh while shaking your heads to have the water droplets go around everywhere.
it's probably a weird sight to watch--two teenagers, drenched in water, shaking their heads like there's no tomorrow while holding each other, but you don't really give four fucks.
once your head starts hurting, you stop and cup percy's face, getting him to stop as well. your other hand slides into his hair, messing it up further as the hand on his face guides him for a kiss.
he lifts you up again and twirls you--no doubt to get another laugh out of you--before setting you down.
percy doesn't let go of your hand either, not when you pick up your stuff and head to sally's (your current favourite person in the world), not while the two of you are lectured by her on colds coughs and fevers in this weather, not even when warm towels are given to the two of you.
that makes you almost as warm as sally's hot chocolate did.
— you and dick both love each other, but unfortunately, it's in different forms
note: the reader uses she/her pronouns <3
warning: violence, fighting people, a n g s t
not proofread, we die like thomas and martha wayne
yj!dick grayson x reader
request: Can you write (you don't have to btw) a headcanon yj!dick grayson x reader that's sorta like a Marinette and Adrien situation where dick likes reader at school while reader has a crush on Robin at yj
— 🦋 —
a/n: hi, guess who's back!!! me, after like. five months? more than five months? but yes, it's been a loooonnng time, hasn't it boys? but yes, i'm back!! and also working on something with the amazing @vitaminsssss <3
also im not too confident about this, but here you gooo <33
*cracks knuckles*
so!
you were the founding member of the team, who fought alongside ( preferred mentor )
and obviously you knew the infamous robin
and the fact that no one really knew that robin's identity
out of pure spite—"if that short gremlin can keep his identity secret, so i can i and you can't stop me"—you decided to keep your identity secret and ( preferred mentor ) agreed
mainly because you wouldn't stop annoying them, but that's not important-
anywho, mr sunglasses here saw you hanging upside down and arguing with your mentor for it and went "holy shit, i think im in love"
wally was so confused
as y/n, however, you were in robin's school, where you knew him as the infamous dick grayson
your drive to keep your identity secret made you act clumsy
i.e. purposefully falling on desks, on people, dropping things, the usual
annd like a knight in shining uniform, there he was!
always, literally always, catching you
it was mainly because aside from babs, you were his only other civilian friend and he didn't want you to suffer from brain damage
but you literally fell for him
on the fateful night
it was a late gotham day and the two of you were chilling in the library and boom, you fell down the stairs.
somehow he caught your hand
this man just almost defied physics and gravity for you
how could you not be in love????
dick on the other hand was like 'oh thank godie! friend has no brain damage!'
babs has cried at least once seeing you two because she's so frustrated
so has wally but thats when you're ( h/n ) and robin
speaking of hero persona
back in the cave its like
robin: *love sick rambling*
you: oh hi my very good friend :)
robin: *screech*
wally: *sob*
artemis: *gets the popcorn*
kaldur: *shares the popcorn*
conner: *confused*
megan: *sympathizing with robin*
zee: *cringes*
it was chaotic
and then, one fateful day
wally, out of all people, finds out your identity
you are worried at first, ofc, but its wally
your friend, teammate and someone you trust, so youre not too worried
but wally just sits down and yells after he figures it out
que you dragging him to barry because you think he hit his head really loud
wally is having an existential crisis
he's seen you practically in love with dick grayson and robin in love with you
and now, as best friend supreme it is his job to make sure you two get together
he drags the rest of the team onto his plan
kaldur is the first to agree because he might combust if he sees robin making heart eyes at you during a briefing one more time
safe to say, nothing works
everything they do, nothing works out!
in wally's eyes
y/n is giving up on her feelings for dick, and h/n is noticing robin more because he offered to help with tasks
and dick has almost accepted the fact that h/n doesn't like robin in a romantic way, but damn, y/n is such a good friend and person! she even covered up for him thrice
*screeeching*
until
it is the day of faith
literally, fate is fighting alongside the team
against a brat man child who is the personification of a chad
klarion
you're chilling as a civilian in the hostage situation
until you get hit trying to cover robin from one of this chad's henchmen blasts
why did you as a civilian?
god knows but you couldn't let robin get hurt
robin sees r e d
anger takes over him in literal sense and he lashes out at all the henchmen there
like. no shit, sent seven to the hospital
wally and conner have to restrain him
like. hold him down
and wally literally tells tornado and fate to take you guys to mount justice
robin is like. "no we can't reveal our identities"
wally has had enough now, especially when it's a magical wound they can't heal there
he goes "bro, that's h/n"
robin: "fr bro?"
wally: "i swear bro"
you're rushed to mount justice then!
wally runs you there because, "cmon you little bitch, do not die on me now. you are this close to living your happily ever after, b i t c h"
black canary, zee, and dr fate rush you to a room to try to heal the wound
you dont wake up for the next week
wally is scared because he just revealed your identity
but ( mentor name ) assures him it was the right thing to do
dick on the other hand is having so many existential crisis, its all crisis and no more existence
"the person i fell in love with, then fell out of love with and then fell in love with are the same people"
he's not feeling the aster, don't worry about him
when you wake up, he's the only one there, because its late at night and he didn't wanna leave you alone
he squeezes you
literally
and goes on this rant about how you shouldn't have jumped in to help him-
and youre like "oh hi dick"
because he's in civies
and you both kind of just go "shit the other person knows now"
because yes, dick knows youre h/n and you know dickie is robin
*screaming*
but it all works out though
somewhat
because you two kiss somewhere after the initial panic had died down
damian wayne x platonic!batsis!reader
warning: angst, mentions of death, bruce and everyone else being assholes first
note: the reader uses she/her pronouns here
word count: 14096 words
reposting an older work from my old account here!!!! :DD
request: Headcanons for a batsis whos mean as fuck to everyone expect damien. Like they all come back from a mission and she criting all of them for every little thing except damien she's just like "you did amazing sweetie💗💗💗"
he found out you were living in crime alley with your mom who told you your fathers name before she died
he’d just adopted jason a while ago and now he just had another daughter all of a sudden
he’d just adopted jason a while ago and now he just had another daughter all of a sudden
the media expected you to be the little sunshine of the family, since you were the only girl, but you called them out for being sexist with some very colourful words
you weren’t nice to anyone
at first it was because you blamed bruce for your mom’s death, but you pretty soon realised that he wasn’t at fault, and you were sure you’d heard him visit your mother’s grave as well, so he did care
then you blamed jason and dick for taking away all his attention, when dick was barely present and jason was an ass
when you found out the secret you were mad at them for not telling you and treating you like a baby
when tim came, you were mad at everyone for just replacing jason because even if you were never nice to him and you despised him, he was somehow still your brother and they didn’t have the right to throw his memory away
when jason returned from the dead, you were mad at him for putting you through so much
so, you’ve pretty much been mad at everyone all your life, remaining stone cold while still caring, truly batman’s child
that was until damian came
when he came, you were pleasantly surprised, a short little baby with nothing but murder on his mind?
at first he resented you because he saw you as the competition, y’know, being ‘the blood daughter’
you however, didn’t like to mad at damian, in fact he was the only person you couldn’t be mad at for long
you could go days with being rude and heartless to everyone else, even bruce now, but not damian
the reason for this was because somewhere you saw yourself in him
a young boy, taken from the only home he knew, now introduced to a man he never knew earlier who is supposed to be his father?
sounds similar
someone who wanted his only known living family members approval not knowing he didn’t know if his mother was alive?
you’d definitely heard it before
hurting deep inside but keeping it all locked in so you don’t appear weak in front of someone else, even if it’s your family?
it was like looking in a mirror but this time a younger male looking back at you
having to live upto the expectations of all the previous people in this business but you were never taught this way of life and now you’re just pushed into it with all these expectations and responsibilities?
yeah, he was a mini you, only difference was that you’d been raised with your mom in crime alley while he was an heir to the league of assassinations but it wasn’t much of a difference
so, you were patient with him, something you’d never been even with tim or even jason, who was adopted the same time as you were
you needed someone when you got here but you didn’t get anyone but alfred and now damian was going through a very similar thing
you knew the person you wanted but you didn’t know the person damian needed, didn’t mean you wouldn’t learn
with everyone besides dick not even trying to welcome him, you knew you had to be someone for him, and so you were
you didn’t have the best relationship with her, you seldom even spoke of her until damian brought her up
you’d never shut him down before but you didn’t hesitate to do it now
it wasn’t until he followed you to your mother's graveyard did he learn of it, and it was that particular event that lead you two to bond over the fact both of you had a cold and distant mother and an even more cold and distant father
slowly but eventually you became the big sister damian needed, you sparred with him, you sat with him while he painted even if you couldn’t paint to save your life, and you’d be there if he got a nightmare from the league when he had a fight with bruce, you were there for him through all of that
and slowly but eventually, you got though him, he accepted you as an older sister faster than anyone else in the family
you became the person, the sibling you needed when you had just moved here for damian and you didn’t regret it one bit
that didn’t mean your demeanor towards everyone else had changed
you were still emotionless, rude and cold towards them all but damian, sometimes you’d help him make threats too
alfred watched you two bond in peace, he was glad you’d grown up to be a strong woman and damian’s walls slowly melted away, at least when he was with you
you were always warm towards him, and as someone who wasn’t used to it, he grew attached to you quickly
y’all were the black sheep, called cold and rude, coming off as the rudest people in the family but inside you two just never got the love you wanted from a father or a mother
damian’s mom wasn’t a bad mom, she just never showed her affection in front of him, much like yours
the resemblance was uncanny
you’d fought bruce many times for him not giving damian his attention or chance, it was always the same excuse
you knew he didn’t mean it, he was just trained to be this way you knew bruce tried but it wasn’t enough, but at least he was trying
you still hated most of the other boys for not giving damian a chance and judging him, because unlike them, you knew who damian wayne-al ghul really was
just like how he and alfred were the only ones who knew you
one day, the mission was a tough and dangerous one
you were benched, so you couldn’t go but you were worried for them all, especially damian, he was getting even more reckless to prove his worth to bruce
watching them while helping babs, you’d never seen anyone be so dumb, especially for detectives, crime lords, vigilantes and everything else they were
they did a horrible job and you weren’t scared to tell them
“horrible job everyone,” was the sarcastic voice that greeted them and none of them needed it after the scolding they’d gotten from bruce but you weren’t about to let them go easily
“dick, that wasn’t a reasonable cover place, you left everyone behind, Jason, covert means no guns because they make this thing called noise that defeats the entire purpose of the mission, and Timmy what the hell? you were so slow, you almost got stabbed like four times, start sleeping, it’s showing on your fieldwork and here, there is no space for errors”
as you turned to damian, everyone prepared to see what you would tell him, but to everyone’s surprise, you just put a gentle hand on his shoulder and looked at him warmly
warm and you didn’t go in the same sentence
everyone was taken aback from your next words, “damian while your tactic was effective, you rushed a little into battle, but it’s okay, you still did great and i am so proud of you, go clean up, you deserve an early night”
the??? tone??? was??? soft????
no one had heard you use it before
they were all shook
aside from you and damian of course, he nodded and walked off to his room, freshening up and you joined him. He painted while you typed away, finishing some work you had left. This was another usual day, one damian came to appreciate spending with you, his older sister, someone who chose him even if you could have chosen anyone else
a tear fell as he sat at your grave, the only things he had were his memories. you were the only one who was there for him, who stood up for him, fought for him and that got you killed. shielding him from a bullet, you’d broken the one promise you made him, to never leave.
— "i can't help it babe, you look pretty and the lightning compliments you so well" | wally west x reader
note: reader uses they/them pronouns [no explicit mentions of the pronouns but i've written it keeping those in mind !! its the same for every fic !!]
warning: an attempt at fluff
unedited, i will probably rewrite it later but for now here ya go
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request: Could you do a one shot of wally west x reader 🥺👉👈 something fluffy like the reader and him are just hanging out together but reader loves taking candid photos of him and theyre all so cute.
The pronouns can be they/them and maybe young justice wally! (I clicked ask too quickly before I was finished 💀)
the camera he'd gotten you for your birthday hung low around your neck as you watched him stuff his face with his seventh slice of cake since the two of you had arrived here.
the camera he'd gotten you for your birthday hung low around your neck as you watched him stuff his face with his seventh slice of cake since the two of you had arrived here.
the camera he'd gotten you for your birthday hung low around your neck as you watched him stuff his face with his seventh slice of cake since the two of you had arrived here.
he looked up at you and for a moment you felt the world stop.
his gaze was filled with nothing but love and his lips were pulled into a soft smile, reserved only for you.
everyone else saw the confident and cocky wally west, the speedster who flirted with everyone at the chance he got, the funny guy who never took things seriously, the joker of the group.
but hardly anyone saw the real wally, the one behind those flirty smiles.
and you were honored to be a part of that lot.
being in a relationship with wally meant a lot of soft moments, in times you never really expected them and you know what? you were here for it.
but still, way he smiled at you, like you were a divine deity, a beautiful monarch seated on a throne, and that was something you'd never get used to, not even now.
your heart beat faster, and you had your face from this over confident dork before you endured teasing for the rest of your life.
so you took your camera out.
the move seemed to have take him by surprise as his eyebrow shot up the same minute you clicked your picture, resulting in a goofy picture of wally with his eyebrow up and a soft smirk.
you giggled, but didn't stop taking pictures there.
wally chuckled when you giggled, giving you some perfect photo's you'd slip into the back of your phone case once they developed.
you were so caught up by the moments you'd managed to preserve into your camera, you didn't catch wally giving you one of those smiles as he ordered his eight cake.
the smile that said what he struggled to put into words everyday, the one smile that made your heart do its little dance every single time.
the smile he was giving you right now, as you sneakily caught another photo, wanting to preserve this one till the end of time, because in that moment, nothing looked better to you than your adorable little dork.
— 'you were so sure you didn't know him, but somehow you felt the need to hug him and heal his bruised heart.'
- immortal!tim drake x reincarnated!reader
- warnings: mentions of death, a realllllly wonky reincarnation thing going on, idk tbh, sobs, set twenty years in the future.
- written with gn reading in mind! the reader is an orphan
this is the first prompt of a writing event im doing with @irenica and @damianwaynesproperty !!!!!! both of them are awesome writers and people, be sure to check their blogs out!
prompt: you died, i saw you die so i died with you, but standing here, right now, why does it feel like i know you from a whole nother world?
"you seem familiar but this is the first time we've met."
a/n: aaaaaaaaaaaaa this one has my whole heart in it <;3
there's something so familiar about the church's roof, you almost feel at home.
it's weird really; the church is abandoned, known for its hauntings but still, whatever you seem to do you cannot keep away from it, even after your friends warn you about the death of a young person there.
according to them, the person's name was the same as yours--which makes you automatically cool--and around two decades ago, they died here.
the funny part--it's funny to you but gruesome to everyone else--is that the church had security cameras in every corner, yet the footage of all of them is blurred out like someone is avoiding seeing the person's death and now it's a ghost story
not one person in new gotham can figure it out.
the typical gotham part stays the same, the person (a lot of people called them y/n which is weird for you because apparently, the orphanage decided to name you after a ghost)
none of the stories you've heard has stopped you from climbing onto the roof here for sure.
thinking about it, it should have at least freaked you out; someone with the same name as you died here, all the evidence was erased and then no records of that person who shared the same name as you ever existed, it was incredibly easy to brush them off as rumours.
but your orphanage owner knew them apparently.
he would look at you with a sad smile more often than not, telling you how much you were like his passed friend, that’s why you were named as such.
you called it unable to move on but all to their own.
sitting here right now, you suddenly feel the urge to pay your respects to the y/n that passed, feeling somewhat responsible for continuing their legacy. it’s silly when you think about it, but they apparently passed the same year you were born.
you silently vow to live your life, not just for yourself but for your namesake too. history won’t erase you, not this time.
out of an old habit--and pure instinct--you throw a coin into a dried well beside you.
normally, people are surprised with the gorgons here, but you weren’t surprised at the number of gorgons and the one well here; this was kind of old gotham, what you’d heard was there were a lot of them.
almost too many.
but you liked them so you weren’t complaining. even right now, they feel comfortable, and you are sure if they were alive you would hug them.
just as you look around them though, you spot something inscribed on the wall of the church.
curiosity calls at you and you walk towards it, completely unaware of the sudden appearance of a man wearing red, glaring at you through the shadows a few feet away.
-
tim doesn’t like it anyone coming to the place where his lover died, and he especially hates it when they make it a ghost story, throwing a coin into the place where the two of them had all those years ago.
if being a ghost story, a shadow of who tim drake used to be, is needed to make sure teenagers are kept out of this site, then so be it. he’ll be the haunting lover of the old church in gotham, he’ll protect your last memory with him until he dies until time tears him into whatever they’ve made of bruce.
until he can forget the smell of chocolate cake and coffee on the night before your death, he will haunt this place. until your face is nothing but a blank, he will protect this.
so he attacks once again.
warning the person who walked into the place he lost the most important person of his life by dragging his bo-staff across the old brick walls, creating a noise you hated.
“timmy!”
he shakes himself from the same old walking nightmare of your scream.
it’s been more than two decades but he can’t get rid of that goddamn yell of his name that lingers in his brain, he can’t get rid of your last lingering touches, or the media blaming it on him. blaming it on red robin.
it’s all his fault though. everything that happened here is. it’s his fault, all his fault. all his fau–
it’s when the person turns to where he’s scratching the staff.
you look just as beautiful as you did when you died in his arms.
-
the church inscriptions are weird.
most of them have your name written and crossed out, with some having yours in a heart with the name of another person. ‘tim drake’
you don’t know who that is, but the name fills you with a feeling of safety you’ve never felt before. it makes you feel like coming home to chocolate cake waiting with a cup of coffee and a lover, even if you’ve never had any of those things.
it sounds like metal being dragged across a brick, textured wall and you hate that noise. you despise it more than you’ve hated almost anything else.
so you turn to make sure it’s no prank.
when you do turn, you walk over to the ledge to look at something, hoping it's a prank from down below rather than here. you don’t want to believe the ghost stories, you’re better than the ghost stories.
but you’re not better than algae apparently, so in the most cliche way, you slip on some of it, almost tumbling over the edge. on instinct, you scream, not recognising the name you’ve yelled.
‘tim!’ maybe you screamed for him just because you’d read the name earlier. it doesn’t matter anymore though because you’ve lost all balance.
you’re sure your heart stopped for a moment, as just as you’re about to accept death again, a scream of your name is heard from above and just before you can fall off, two arms reach for you, pulling you back to safety.
the guy is breathing harshly, keeping you flush against him in a tight grip, like he’s afraid of letting you go.
eventually, you tap on his shoulder and the stranger stumbles back with a confused look.
“thank you for the save here.” you awkwardly shuffle your feet, smiling at the person. “i’m not scared of ghost hauntings, but algae definitely terrify me now. i’m y/n, y/n l/n, you are?”
he blinks like he didn't expect that, and there’s a certain look in his eyes that makes you want to go over and hug him or at least have his arms around you again, missing the warmth you had when he held you.
you shake them off; the guy is attractive. it’s just a once-in-a-time crush, nothing else.
“tim.” he hesitantly speaks, almost like it pains him to do so.
you laugh when he does. probably rude but it was funny to you, okay? “ how funny is it that both of us have the same name as the ones on the walls? think this was destiny?”
you’re only joking around, it’s obvious with your laughter, but a part of you is upset when he smiles slightly, acknowledging it as a joke. you offer one last smile to tim before starting to walk away.
tim’s shadow makes it look like tim wants to reach out to you with a hand outstretched but when you turn back, he’s standing normally. not wanting to make it awkward, you smile at him again, “i’ve got a biology test tomorrow, so i should get going, but i’ll see you again, yeah?”
he’s lost in a daze before he nods back, and you walk away, missing the stranger once suddenly.
-
fate hates him. it’s playing a game with him.
someone who looked like the love of his life, yelling his name, falling over the same ledge you fell over all those years ago, it’s a sick game he cannot get out of.
so he rushes to catch them.
tim does what he wished he did when you fell twenty years ago and he catches you and hugs you tight. tim blinks off the violent imagery of you falling, of you being killed by someone down there while he’s tied over the ledge and forced to watch.
he tumbles back when he realises he’s hugging this person, his heart breaking when they speak.
that’s y/n. but is it his y/n? are they the same one he fell in love with? he doesn’t know for sure but when you talk about your biology test, he curses the fates again for this game they’re playing.
he doesn’t know who he’s angrier at; himself for doing this or whoever controls this hellscape now for letting either of you rest.
maybe it’s both because seeing you here is somewhat of hell on its own. the only difference is that now instead of the scream he heard twenty years ago, he’s got a new fresh scream that sounds exactly like yours haunting his days.
She was a sister. The baby sister of señorita perfecta Isabella, and fuerte Luisa, the beauty and the brawn themselves. The same sister that once was protected by both of them, sheltered in blossoms and carried throughout the town with pride.
The same sisters she once looked for comfort.
She was a cousin. The younger cousin of tranquila Dolores, the same Dolores who used to cradle her to sleep almost every night, and during the day, tell her things she heard from around the town.
The same Dolores who was once the best cousin ever.
The younger cousin of divertido Camilo, the same Camilo who she used to run around town with pranking people, the same Camilo who she was attached to the hip with, the same primo who held her and begged abuela to let her share his room when she didn’t get her own.
The same Camilo who once was her best friend.
Mirabel was also the older cousin to Antonio. Sweet little Antonio who stayed with her in the nursery, who cuddled her for her comfort on nights she cried so quietly, even Dolores didn’t hear her. The same Antonio who held her hand tightly whenever he was terrified, who looked at her for guidance when he needed some, and who cuddled her when he got nightmares.
The same Antonio who she’d lose today.
Mirabel Madrigal was a lot of things, unfortunately, naive wasn’t one of them. Oh no, but Mirabel Madrigal was observant. She noticed things, albeit not as much as Dolores, but she did notice them.
Like when Dolores began treating Mirabel like any other outsider, hardly talking to her unless she needed to, who stopped coming in every night to cradle her a month after Mirabel didn’t get a gift, the same one who despite promising that nothing would change, distanced herself slowing from Mirabel.
Or like the time when Camilo told Mirabel he didn’t have time to prank people or play with her, who stopped talking to Mirabel unless he didn’t have anyone to talk to. The same Camilo who despite promising her, she would still be his favourite person ever, forgot to spend time with her anymore.
Luisa, who had too much work to carry Mirabel around town, would always be met with ‘Mira im sorry but i'm busy right now’ every day for every year.
However if Mirabel had to choose one that hurt the most now, it would be Isabela
The same older sister who would make flower crowns for her baby sister almost every night and then suddenly couldn’t stand Mirabel anymore, whose warm blooms were replaced by cold glares. The same flowers that guided her while she learnt to walk, now stung her.
Mirabel wasn’t stupid.
She knew the moment Antonio became special and got his gift, he’d forget her too. In his new room, he would no longer need him and she wouldn’t have any reason to stay, she wouldn't need to now because he wouldn't want her, just like everyone
Because they didn’t need ordinary Mirabel anymore, they were special. She wasn’t and she would never be.
piper mclean doesn’t wear her heart on her sleeve.
she doesn’t really see the point in doing that; all her feelings have done before is hurt her. like the time where she woke up with fake memories of her and jason, a whole life curated to perfection, just to find out it was made up.
nothing was real, their relationship wasn’t real, even if they made it real later on.
or the time when jason died. he broke up with her to protect her, but piper didn’t know that. she was too caught up in her own feelings to know. the heartbreak took over everything and she didn’t think there was anything worse until his body was in pipers arm, washed up near her father’s beach.
piper mclean doesn’t want to wear her heart on her sleeve anymore.
it’s done nothing but hurt her, why not go back to being guarded now? it doesn’t dull her pain, but it protects her from experiencing more pain. the heartbreak, the tears, the uncertainty, the insecurity. no more of that, just plain old piper mclean who everyone loves.
piper mclean doesn’t wear her heart on her sleeve anymore, it’s too bruised to be in the open now.
as much as piper despises drew and her mean barbie way of life, over time she can see who her sister really is. that drew’s heart is as bruised and broken as her own if not worse.
drew tanaka used to wear her heart on her sleeve, even if it was a lifetime ago, piper can see that.
she recognises the bruises of a broken heart much like her own.
piper mclean has seen a lot in the past few years to wear her heart on her sleeve.
drew’s seen more. despite their differences at first (piper cringes at her not like other girls phase, why did that exist), drew tanaka is piper’s sister.
piper would cry if something happened to drew, probably violently stab someone if they hurt her. but drew tanaka doesn’t need piper, that girl can draw blood from her nails if she wanted to.
but yet piper recognises the look of helplessness on drew’s face. it’s not a common occurrence per se, but it’s there nonetheless.
when their cabin excludes drew, when they send her a bitter look even if she’s just existing, or when they whisper things that piper doesn’t know about, but drew does.
piper mclean doesn’t wear her heart on her sleeve anymore.
but drew tanaka used to.
at least piper thinks she used to.
piper knows drew couldn’t have been all sunshine and rainbows, that just seems abnormal for her, but if you asked piper ten months ago that she’d be on a quest to find out what happened with her cabin before so she can help drew (the others too, but piper worries about drew more), she would laugh at your face, so piper doesn’t erase sunshine drew.
its a terrifying possibility, but one nonetheless.
piper mclean doesn’t wear her heart on her sleeve, but she now has the confirmation drew used to.
the campers don’t speak much, and every time piper tries bringing it up, they cover their ears—to avoid charmspeak she presumed—and scurry away.
piper needs answers.
she doesn’t expect drew to give them to her directly, but its a stormy night, the clocks just strikes midnight and the date changes to august 18th.
the air shifts, piper sees drew slipping away during the campfire games.
piper knows she shouldn’t follow, but she does. its drew, piper tells herself she’s worried drew may stab someone with her nails, but she’s worried for drew. the five-ish years she’s been at camp now, piper has seen drew sneak away every august 18th.
this time she follows.
piper doesn’t expect to be climbing the rooftop for cabin ten—she didn’t think drew would climb even if she wanted to—or hearing drew cry. piper says nothing, choosing to slowly approach drew instead. she sits down next to her older sister.
drew says nothing, glares at her amidst tears and tries pushing her off the rooftop, but it’s a week shove. piper realises drew’s exhausted.
piper doesn’t demand for answers—it surprises her too—instead tugs drew closer and hugs her and drew begins sobbing even more, clutching piper like a lifeline.
both of them are painfully aware this is the longest interaction they’ve had in the five years they’ve known each other.
drew falls asleep on piper that night, and piper doesn’t move an inch.
all she does is pray to her mother for answers, some resemblance of clarity. piper wants drew to stop hurting, and she asks her mother how. aphrodite smiles as the rift in cabin ten begins mending, starting with her two eldest kids.
piper mclean and drew tanaka wore their hearts on their sleeves once. they are similar in ways no one would expect.
neither brings up the night for another month.
but piper sees drew relaxing when piper walks in, she sees drew subconsciously leaning towards her as a symbol of trust. piper begins dragging drew in cabin activities—she should have done that five years ago, but piper was so goddamn stubborn and stupid.
both of them know it’s not out of pity; they are kids of aphrodite after all, they understand emotions (somehow cant pick up on the sisterly love they have for each other though).
its a start, a small bandaid on wounds that are years old, but it’s a start.
piper mclean and drew tanaka are healing the wounds of wearing their hearts on their sleeves
the next change takes place on the 18th of september.
piper and drew get into an argument, a screaming match.
looking back at it, piper doesn’t even remember what it was for, but at that time it seems like a life and death choice, but there’s yelling, screaming, crying, insults, a lot.
but drew suddenly yells at her, calls her the wrong name.
“god, youre so stupid silena!“
the room goes silent, everyone stares at the two, and drew slaps her hand over her mouth. piper notices drew’s sudden shaking and the shift in the room, but before she can say anything drew runs out.
the rest of cabin ten flocks to piper, checking up on her, but she refuses to move fuelled by anger that not one of their siblings checked up on drew. she pushes them aside and runs to where she saw drew run off to, and its the same place.
cabin ten, rooftop.
nyssa from cabin nine is there with drew this time, gently consoling her.
piper turns to leave but nyssa tugs her back, leaving instead, piper turns to see drew staring at the piper with red eyes, but there’s no malice in them, and piper goes over and hugs drew. they sit quietly, neither demanding an explanation from the other.
its silent until drew breaks, crying out in a mess of tears. piper gets all the answers she wanted too.
silena beauregard.
piper has seen her in photos, but every-time she asks, they change the topic and now piper knows why.
drew cries her heart out to piper.
and piper mclean finally understands why drew tanaka doesnt wear her heart on her sleeve.
