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Love, Unspoken
Warren Peace x Layla Williams – Sky High
M/PG-13 at most for romance – 4500 word one-shot
Layla is at the same college as Warren Peace, after Sky High, and her ex Will Stronghold is supposed to visit–but there’s something the two of them need to work out just between them.
It was October, and the trees were illuminated red, orange, gold all across campus. Layla rested against the heavy comfort of an old oak with roots she could feel tickled by streams far beneath the drying grass. It helped her steady herself, though she still was daydreaming. Autumn tended to hit her strong, and today with her eyes closed, the things appearing under her lids made the oak smell uncharacteristically of jasmine. Bergamot. Sandalwood.
Stronghold was coming through town, and wanted to have dinner. Ironic, how that made Layla think of Warr. Stronghold reminded her of high school, which was too bad. Their childhood had been great, but high school hadn’t ended on a high note. Not a bad one, just…not a high.
Warr was actually going to university here, too—not a huge coincidence. It was one of the few schools that was briefed on Sky High—or at least, given a strong governmental incentive to accept the few alumni who went on to college.
“Hey, Layla!” She jumped, eyes opening, but it was just a guy she recognized from her poetry course. He was hailing her from across the quad green. “What are you doing to that poor tree?”
She got that kind of half-joking question a lot. This oak was very fond of her, and she hadn’t put any intent toward it, but it now folded its roots around her in a sort of chair. Layla waved, and then stood up, letting the tree settle back as it should be.
Stronghold was never on time, but sometimes that meant he was an hour early and confused why she wasn’t where she’d said she would be. She started walking to the overpriced coffee bar in the student center, trying to keep her mind from wandering to the spice-of-autumn sort of things that would make the grass start rejuvenating. Will knew her too well—it would be embarrassing.
With anyone else of more finesse, it would have been weird to go from being high school lovers back to just friends. That was just the way Stronghold was, though.She’d forgotten pretty quickly, herself, when he’d moved on within weeks.
Warr hadn’t been the reason she and Stronghold had ended things, which in retrospect was a little funny. But then, he’d graduated the year before.
Stronghold had been your classic high school icon—ready to go be the superhero who was going to show up even his mom and dad as soon as he left Sky High. Freelancing as soon as he was of age.At some point, though, she’d realized that maybe she didn’t want her power to define her. That she wanted to try college, and they were currently in a glorified vocational school. He hadn’t understood that, at all, that she didn’t want to be his sidekick-slash-homemaker.
“I hear your annoying ex is going to be here?”
Warr’s voice had been gravelly in high school—and largely lost on her, barring a thought for smoke-damage. Now it had the kind of whorls and edges to it that make her think of late-night poetry, and shared glasses of wine.
“And you’re still walking my way?” she returned, without looking directly at him.
Death and the Spring Goddess…Get Detention.
a Sky High Olympus AU fic (Warren x Layla)
4750-word one shot
PG/Teen at most for suggestive references
Olympus Academy technically floats above mortal reach, so only real gods
or truly powerful demigods can get there. Because arcane laws are a
traditional hobby of most pantheons, there is (of course) a rule that
if you can get to the school, you can go to the school. (There is, in
the margin of this bylaw, a rather hastily handwritten addendum that
one has to be of the appropriate age of one’s species or kind. One
can well imagine why.) Persephone was wholly unknown to any of the
gods until she arrived on the Academy Isle–piggyback on the
world’s fastest-growing conifer.The fact that it
seemed to continue growing once she’d hopped off it alarmed a great
many of the adults in the area. Since the staff on campus included
Minotaur the Reformed, the one-eyed giant Ted, and Hel, the average
person might have thought this a little absurd. The ways of the gods
are mysterious.Anyway, Persephone
(sixteen and bitter) had been planning this badass entry for at least
two weeks now. She just strode right into the Administration Office
without a backward glance–she could clean up later. Besides, she was
making a point.“I am
Persephone, a daughter of Demeter,” she announced, sweeping in
the door, her floral Doc Martins planting against any comers.Except–there was
no one. The school office, a sort of half-way between Grecian and
Gothic style, was deserted. Actually, when she looked closer there
seemed to be a crowd of bodies behind a frosted glass door across the
room. Annoyed, Persephone swept her kerchief hem with a hand (the
right swirl required a little coaching) and headed to that door.Belatedly, she
noticed one person who had witnessed this botched entrance. He didn’t
seem to be all that interested, glancing up only briefly as she moved
forward, He was young enough to be a student. Still, her steps
faltered slightly. When she got close enough to hear words being
spoken inside the Administrator’s office, she got the distinct
impression that this young man was trying not to hear them.He sprawled in his
chair as if unconcerned, but there was an intent look on his face. Or
maybe he always scowled like that. He had overgrown black hair partly
covering his eyes, often the sign of a perpetual sulker.He shifted
slightly, and looked out the window, away from her. Something was odd
about his eyes, but she didn’t quite catch what before they were
hidden by the angle. Anyway, she had psyched herself up this morning
to not be fazed by anything, so it was just as well. She reached the
inner office.“–it’s
apparent to everyone he is a recurrence of Hades, I don’t think that
is a question.”“You can’t
deny a boy his education based on old prejudices–”“Old
prejudices! Don’t make me laugh. It’s that boy, not some previous
incarnation, who called up Cerberus to terrorize the cafeteria.”“Under
extreme provocation!”Persephone winced
for the boy, despite her own preoccupations. She knocked, and counted
it a service.
Warren x Layla AU
Won’t you sing me a nursery rhyme
To keep me quiet
While you’re on fire
You can close your eyes and start again
I bet you never thought that I could feel like this
Fearless heart
I’m gonna take care of you
Whether spark or spiral
I’ll pull the strength of suns
We didn’t get them in Sky High, but we did get them in a short live procedural cop show.
“to let true love remain unspoken is the quickest route to a heavy heart.”
“wow, that was really deep.”
“yeah. and your lucky numbers are 4, 16, 5, and 49.”shelby bains as layla williams
booboo stewart as warren peace
see you around hippie.
POC of TVD 