Rachel and Annabeth’s first kiss is on Rachel’s balcony. Annabeth was studying, Rachel was painting, and it just felt right. Paint ends up everywhere and neither of them regret it.
Their first date was dinner at Rachel's favorite hole-in-the-wall diner and a marathon of Annabeth’s favorite movies in a pillow pile. Gratuitous cuddles are all around and they stay up way too late.
Annabeth’s first coming out is with Rachel by her side. Her dad takes it well, her step-mom does not. Athena leaves a rainbow flag folded at the end of Annabeth’s bed.
The first time Rachel participates in capture the flag, she nearly gets past Annabeth to the flag, but they both end up on the ground in the mud. Annabeth’s team still wins.
The first time Annabeth meets Rachel’s parents she nearly throws up. She’s faced monsters, ran away from home, and won two wars, but nothing seems more terrifying than her girlfriend’s parents.
Their first anniversary is celebrated at Pride. Rachel wears a rainbow flag as a cape and paints both her and Annabeth’s cheeks. Annbeth pretends it’s cheesy, but she can’t stop smiling.
Reyna; the last Jedi initiant, Annabeth; the architect of the rebellion, and Piper; the ace pilot. Together, they’re the galaxy’s last hope against Darth Giaia.
Queen Hazel, and her captain of the guard, Piper McLean... they’ve traveled the land together and have found nothing more precious than the love they have for each other...
You said I could give you prompts, so here one is, almost immediately. Nicky, Andrew and Aaron have never met renees brother, heard him mentioned (Nicky sometimes thinks Matt has a crush on him - or maybe that's just wishful thinking). They're expecting some neat bible-guy, they not expecting a guy with a grin like a knife, black ripped jeans and a cigarette hanging from his fingers.
Freaking bless. You should all know that yes, there is a sequel (and an eventual third part) in store following my big bang The Years of John Doe. So anything I may or may not write right now, might change later, but for now let me write this because I’ve had this scene in my head for actually forever.
There is a mixture of American Sign Language and a modified version that Renee and Neil use to communicate used in this ficlet.
Everyone was waiting to meet the new striker. Everyone knew about Renee’s foster brother, Neil. But no one really knew much. Renee and Dan had bonded over their mutual worry of their siblings back home. Dan had her stage sisters and Renee had Neil.
“He’s really smart,” Renee had told them one study session. “If I texted him a picture of this calc problem he’d send it back to me in five minutes completely solved probably in poem format, if he’s feeling cheeky.”
Matt had laughed, Allison had rolled her eyes, and Nicky hadn’t know to believe Renee or not. Not that he thought she was lying, but he just couldn’t imagine Renee’s brother being cheeky. Renee was so calm and serious.
It turns out there was a lot Nicky couldn’t imagine about Renee’s brother.
Preseason was just beginning and everyone was positioned around the Foxhole Lounge in their designated areas. No one even questioned how their arrangement would change with the arrival of the second Walker. He’d obviously be slotted with his older sister and that would be that.
When the boy with dark brown hair flopping over the front of his face with the sides cleanly shaven walked into the lounge with eyes as blue as ice, Nicky was sure there had been a mistake.
In stark contrast to Renee’s conservative skirt and her silver cross, this boy was everything she wasn’t. He grinned with an edge to his smile like a knife and his wicked blue eyes didn’t hold any of Renee’s softness. He wore a plain white tshirt and loosely fitting cargo pants that left everything to the imagination.
Everything except for the scar that twisted across his neck and around his uncovered arms. The one on his neck was a gnarled, twisted thing of shinny scar tissue that stretched from end to end. The very sight of it made Nicky want to puke. It wasn’t helped by the twisted skin roping up his forearms.
Renee’s brother - was this even Renee’s brother? - saw him staring and cocked an eyebrow up with a silent laugh.
“Neil,” Renee said reproachfully as she stood up, but her voice gave way to fondness not even halfway through. Neil kept his smile as sharp as ever for his older sister and raised his hand in what Nicky had assumed would be a wave, but instead he brought his curled fist down against the door frame in quick knocks.
Renee smiled like the code meant something to her because she grinned like Nicky has only seen her smile when Allison and Dan were being particularly ridiculous or if they had actually managed to win a game.
In response Renee moved her hands in a soft cupping motion towards each other in what Nicky assumed was ASL. He didn’t know her brother was deaf. Or, looking at his throat again, possibly mute.
Neil cocked his head to the side and for a brief moment his knife-sharp smile softened just a smidge before he was nodding and repeating the same gesture back. Renee took this as an incentive to practically fly across the room and into the arms of her younger brother. She buried her head in the crook of his neck and hugged him fiercely. To everyone’s surprise (or maybe no one’s) Neil hugged back with just as much fierceness.
Nicky wasn’t close enough to hear whatever it was that Renee had muttered into her brother’s neck but it still made him smile to see her so happy. She pulled away fairly quickly, but stayed by his side with their shoulders barely brushing.
Everyone else had stayed fairly silent for the duration of the sibling’s exchange but as they pulled out of the hug it was like someone had unmuted the rest of the world.
“This is your brother?” Seth said incredulously. “You didn’t tell us he was a fuckin’ mangl-” Renee cut him off with a very pointed clearing of her throat and glared at the fifth year striker.
“I highly advise you don’t finish that sentence, or I won’t stop him from gutting you.” The last part of that sentence seemed far too out of place in Renee’s mouth and if simply to prove her point, Neil reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a knife. It was just a typical Swiss Army knife, but in the young man’s hands it looked deadly.
Neil’s smile said he wouldn’t hesitate to follow through on the threat his sister delivered on his behalf.
“Oh good,” Coach said, as he walked in on the exchange. “I see you’ll all met Neil. Renee, you promised me he wouldn’t kill anyone yet.”
“I don’t make promises for him, Coach, but me and Neil will play nice,” she said serenely. Neil just shrugged and tossed the knife into the air, only to catch it and pocket it once again. He proceeded to make two more quick gestures, once with his flat finger tips pointing towards each other and then another with his right hand brushing over his left fist. Coach must have understood what he meant because he moved to the middle of the room to start the meeting.
Neil stayed propped up against the door with Renee by his side. At least this would be interesting, Nicky thought.
A “Red String of Fate” Soulmate AU for @andrewjsten for the @tfcfemslashnet exchange!
Dan’s red string shows up her freshman year of high school and she steadfastly ignores it
Dan Wilds does not have time for soulmates thank you very much she has exy practice and needs to make money appear from no where if she’d like to eat tonight
Allison was born with her string
It was a highly publicized thing, like everything else in Allison’s life would be
Allison could never date without speculation, without ruthless teasing, so she simply stops giving a shit about her soulmate
Honestly fuck them if they’ve given her this much trouble before even meeting yet
Renee’s string shows up when she’s nine years old and she rolls it up and tucks it into her pocket
She thinks of the string like her own little secret and plans to keep it to herself for as long as she can
Sometimes the girls at the club comment about Dan’s string, either about how lucky she is to know she’s got someone out there or with sympathy because Dan can’t always hide it during her acts and nothing could be worse than having grabbing hands reaching for her soul connection
Allison keeps her string coiled around her upper arm
She doesn’t care who sees it, but the next person who tries to touch it is gonna get a broken arm and they do
Renee still keeps her string in her pocket and tries not to think about it on most days
Renee hates the color red, these days
When they get to Palmetto Renee has her string hidden, Allison’s is on display like a dare, and Dan is out of shit’s to give
None of them are actively looking for their soulmates, but as soon as all three of them walk into the locker room together for the first time Allison’s string tugs itself gently off her arm and reaches towards the other girls
Renee’s has sprung from her pocket like it’s finally alive and Dan’s is actively fighting from where the other girl had it wrapped around her neck like a necklace.
“Interesting,” Allison says, as their strings connect
All three of them can feel the connection, can feel the electricity running through their bodies, can feel this love
“I don’t have time for this,” Dan growls, glaring at the strings like they’ve personally wronged her
Renee doesn’t say anything at all
Dan tries to turn away and get changed for practice but Renee reaches out to her
“We’ll talk about this later, yeah?”
“Like shit we won’t,” Allison declares and for now they drop it
After practice they go back to their dorm room and all sit down on the floor facing each other
“So, soulmates huh?” Allison says with a wiggle of her eyebrows
“It’s a difficult concept to believe in,” Renee admits, “but I’d like to give this a try if you guys do.”
“I’m stuck with you two for five years, guess we better figure our shit out,” Dan says
Dan is not wholly optimistic about this endeavor
She doesn’t like these girls, she doesn’t need these girls, and these soulmates of hers can go to hell
Where were they when she needed them?
Allison is even less optimist, if possible, but she’s always been a romantic, if a slightly cynical one
Renee is the most at peace with this, however it turns out, because she has herself and she has Stephanie, and she has God, but she’d love to have her soulmates too
Renee and Allison get their shit figured out first
Even if all three of them put up a united from for the team, it’s still cold behind closed doors but Allison and Renee get along better
Somewhere between Allison helping Renee dye her hair and Renee showing Allison how to pick locks they fall into friendship and quickly into something more
They tell Dan and she just shrugs, “You’re soulmates, it’s fine. Just don’t fuck until all hours of the morning we have practice.”
She doesn’t join their relationship and Renee doesn’t pressure her, even if Allison wants to
Dan pretends she’s not jealous, she doesn’t have time for this, she has a class one exy team to captain and she can’t be distracted
When Christmas break hits Renee talks Allison home to Stephanie and Dan stays at Palmetto
She stays in the dorms and she works out at the court and she spends time with Wymack and Abby
Abby’s the one who asks her about her soulmate, because Dan’s string is in her medical file
And Dan, despite everything inside of her telling her not to, tells Abby everything
When Renee and Allison get back from break it’s to find Dan standing nervously in their dorm room
“Soulmates,” she says. “They can be platonic. Or romantic. Or something else. Obviously you guys are something and I don’t want to fuck with that. And I don’t want to fuck with my game. I need this scholarship. But, I guess, if you’re okay with it I wanna give this a shot. Soulmates.”
Allison grins like she’s something predatory and Dan almost regrets saying anything at all before suddenly she’s being wrapped up in a hug by the tall blonde followed by a gentled hug from Renee and suddenly they’re all dogpiled on a very small dorm bed
Did you or did you not just call me a weenie??? (Bc omg yass) maybe with wesper if im allowed to say which ship?)
Always happy to write Wesper. Always.
“Did you, or did you not,” Wylan asked with perfectly raised eyebrows, “call me a weenie?”
Jesper smirked. He couldn’t help it, not really. They were taking advantage of the quiet of Ketterdam and taking a vacation to the coast. To say it suited Wylan well was an understatement. The sunshine on his face made his freckles pop against his pale skin and his golden hair swaying in the ocean breeze was a good look on him.
“One, I’m very impressed you managed to say that with a straight face. And two, you’re the one who doesn’t want to jump off the cliff.”
“Yes, because I’m not insane,” Wylan said with an exasperated sigh that only grew louder at the look of sheer glee on Jesper’s face.
“Three words for you: Ice Court Job. That was the sheer definition of insanity, so you’re out of luck there. We’ve jumped off buildings, Wy. We’ve blown things up, crawled through secret tunnels, and should justifiably be dead by now. Is the only way I’ll get you to jump off fun things is if people are shooting at us?”
“Please don’t tell me you could have that arranged,” Wylan said, but he was smiling. Jesper was smiling too. He knew when he was winning.
“Just this once,” Wylan said, trying to sound stern and mostly failing.
“Whatever you want, babe,” Jesper said. Wylan took one look at his boyfriend, another off the cliff’s edge, before taking a deep breath and hurtling himself into the water.
Jesper wasn’t far behind him, letting out a wild shout of glee on the way down. The only thing better than the thrill of the jump was knowing that Wylan was down there waiting for him.
