#basedoffasong

Figure you out

Figuring them out… that’s all he could think about. Sure, he learned their favorite bands, their favorite color, those little books they read thinking no one knew, studying their expressions when anyone spoke, observing their every single movement… following the little sergeant as they went about their days like it was all he lived for. Their stupid significant other… they were a damning reminder the sergeant wasn’t his… yet.

His presence was like a shadow they never saw, looming over them but never seen. Learning it all… dedicating days to ensuring they were always in sight… sacrificing nights of sleep to watch them from the window. It was like a tumor, growing… gnawing at his insides as a rabid beast would a meal.

Konig felt a hole burning in his throat from the vitriol he had to choke down when their partner would come to call. They knew nothing of his sergeant. Stupidly choosing the table right beside his as he pretended to type up reports and the like on his laptop. Yes, he was typing something up. But it was not at all work related.

As the partner held out a bouquet of flowers, he was thankful for his sniper hood as it hid his sneer. Quickly returning to his laptop to hide his reaction, not before he caught a glimpse of Reader… wouldn’t have caught it if he hadn’t trained himself to notice every single detail of their expressions. The twitch of their brow, the pause before giving a big smile.

-You’re faking… you hate roses… you think they’re cliché… why do you act like this? You like Dahlias… black dahlias… I remember, *Schatz*…-

‘Got you a ticket to that artist, hopefully you will have leave then so we can go together, Honey.’ The way he said it… Konig knew he had gotten the tickets in good faith.

-Oh, how stupid is he? You hate rap… you like indie bands because you had a phase in high school… you like rock because it reminds you of nights at home with your parents… you like old country… quit pretending… he doesn’t know you, not like I do…-

By the end of the hours long visit with Reader’s partner, Konig had a pages long rant of the incident typed out on his laptop. He reread it over and over. Why was reader still with this partner? He didn’t know them like he did. He knew what they liked….

The truth was that he didn’t even think Reader’s partner knew them. Talking so incessantly about *his* dreams, *His* friends, *His* accomplishments that Reader didn’t even get to speak about what they’d done. Oh, what Konig would have done just to have the sweet Sergeant utter a single word to him, to acknowledge him… he felt like a pathetic fool, vying for the attention of a soldier who didn’t even know he existed. This is what reader reduced him to… and honestly? He didn’t care.

He was the one who got to see them at their most vulnerable… at their most confident. He was the one there when they took their first life in the field, when they went through the stages of acceptance. He saw them in that primal state of protective instinct for their team, the look in their eyes when they did all they could to save a fallen comrade. In his eyes, they’d never looked so perfect…

He never could understand why a civilian would bother with a relationship with soldier if they couldn’t cope with the fact that a soldier’s job wasn’t all flags and salutes. The Colonel wanted to feel sorry… to feel bad that the man had left her… but he couldn’t. All he could feel was a sense of excitement, of hope and elation. ‘You killed someone. I can’t get past that… I’m sorry.’ That was all he knew of the call with Reader’s call to their partner after the fact.

Konig had been the one to comfort them, savoring the feeling of holding them for that moment. Doing all he could to ease the pain they felt… some twisted part of him enjoying how they clung to him for security. This hug was so much longer than the ones Reader ever shared with their partner. His gloved hands instinctively rubbing at her back, caressing their hair as he spoke comforting words.

-It’s okay, *Mein Schatz*… it’s okay…-

Murmuring sweet words to make them stop shuddering and sobbing. Glaring daggers at any of the others who dared come close to the sergeant during this time of vulnerability. He could imagine himself holding them in a different setting, wooing them with the knowledge he’d gathered these past months. He’d be a much better partner than the former ever could be, more attentive, more supportive. The feeling of them in his arms was almost too much… the murmurs turning from words of comfort to the things he’d longed to say since the first time he watched them.

I decided to redraw a few month old drawing of my oc sacuvi! idk why... just bored XD

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One-shot based off on 5sos’s song, “ Old me.” The one-shot will be Luke looking back at his life and seeing what happened.. the writing is inspired by the lyrics of the song. Not greatest writing but give it a shot?  I just thought of this one-shot while listening to it, the lyrics reminds me of Luke or Percy and I thought more about it and it matched with Luke’s story more so... here we are! Also, I need to say something, the lyrics video of old me brought me so much nostalgia, I almost cried watching it. Watch && listen if you haven’t!!  Warning: strong language, spoilers to Percy Jackson’s books, kinda sad.  Btw! Try to listen to the song while reading this :) 

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He was looking back at his past. his past. His past was a nightmare but he was thankful for it. He doesn’t want to admit it but he misses it. The world was slowing him down yet Annabeth didn’t listen and was trying her best to help him. But nobody could control him except one person. Looking back, he had left Annabeth and Thalia. He didn’t know it yet but he fucked everything before getting to know who he truly is.

Girls. Girls fancy him. And he knew it. He had woken up in someone else’s body, wondering how the hell is he going back home? He wasn’t.

People at camp, people who he knew, wondered how the hell did he end there?

He looked at his past, wondered if he ever gets enough. No, he didn’t.

He knew that he done some shit but if he could, he would do it all over again.

He was grateful for his young self. He truly was. Annabeth was there when everything happened. He had left her. He couldn’t be controlled by the gods anymore, he had enough.

Mistakes, Mistakes. Mistakes. He had paid for it. Annabeth also had paid for it so did the son of Poseidon. He had to fuck up everything good. Look in the mirror, all he sees is the golden eyes of time. He looks sickly and aged, his ghostly pale skin didn’t match with his sandy curls which were now white and grey. Though, in the mirror, all he could see is the promises he made and how people from his past who can’t let go.

Through it all, the pain, the sadness, the anger, the emotions, and loneliness. He smiled at his old self. His young self with his mother, Annabeth, Thalia, the camp. He could have it all but nobody could control him. He had paid for it when the earth seemed to be weighing him down.

He had paid for it.

The furies are ready to end it all. But he wouldn’t let them. He was walking out of this nightmare alive.

The world was slowing, yet he wasn’t stopping. No one could control him. Not even Kronos. He had left Annabeth alone. He hurt her, betrayed, caused her pain, and lied to her. All the mistakes he made, he paid for it. Now he was here, in his own body, looking at Annabeth’s teary eyes, slowly dying. As he died, Luke Castellan died as the sorrow covered his eyes to where everything was black.