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CHAPTER TWO IS OUT YALLS AND IT ONLY TOOK ME SIX MONTHS!

A year in the making?!

Look at me and my clickbait post titles… I should be a youtuber. A little more than a year ago, I randomly pitched the idea of a riordanverse roleplay to some friends of mine and here we are now… A year later, two plot lines concluded and a third one in the way; some cult fights and a trip to the Underworld. Danae might still be too much of an idiot to get the clue, but I still like to think she, along all of my other characters, has come a long way, just like those of my friends have.

Anyways, Dana’s got her own story to tell now and I believe I might as well share it? I mean, I did work on it for almost a year because college has been killing me…

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"I was eight and demanded proof of his godly hood... or rather, that he was as strong as he was pretending to be. Did you know that gods tend to adapt mentally as much as they do physically? So physically presenting as an eight years old meant for him that he would also have the maturity of one. And when I said 'strong men eat rocks'..."

-Delia on meeting Apollo

#quote #out of context quote #im a good writer #i promise

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Chapter 1: The Attack

Night falls quietly on Port-Royal. The moon rises peacefully over the horizon, its supernatural glow shining over the empty streets as the townfolks slowly fall sleep in their bed. From the manor atop the hill, shouts echoes and a door is slammed. A figure runs away the ancestral house, ignoring the call for their name as anger boil in their veins.

Laying down on her bed, their neighbour stares at the ceiling, wondering why their parents are calling their name again. Did they once more flee for the sea? Her mind wanders and she remembers the day they left for the first time, bringing their sister along with them, five years ago. She thinks of the afternoon her young self had spent with her best friend, looking for the two around town, and the promise he made her on that day.

Slipping into his own bed, downtown beside the forge, her friend thinks back to the man he had met during the day. He ponders how on Earth the stranger could have ended up in the town with no recollection of how he got there. Perhaps, the scars he had tried to hide from him were their best clue to understanding this mysterie.

Little did the young man know, the stranger, unlike what he had pretended, had a very clear idea of what may have lead him there, and the apparition on the horizon of a ship he knew all to well only had confirmed it for him. Did its captain, did his captain, after all those years, finally find it again?

Night falls quietly on Port-Royal and the moon shiness brightly over the horizon, leaving the darkened silhouette of the ship on the night sky. Who know how much longer would the quiet streets of the town remain as such?

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Available

Sam, Suzy, Manon, Théodore, Cassiopeia, Leonardo, Grey and Jack

Headshots under the cut!

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The legend of the South Seas

The crowd stared silently at the men lined in front of the gallows, each of them waiting their turn to be hanged as drums rumbled silently in the back. On the gallow, shackles around his wrists, a man with a mane of fire proudly stood there, eyes scouting the crowd.

“Seth Hamane,” the colonel stated, reading the captain’s sentence off of a parchment.

“You have been accused of murder, thievery, high treason and piratery.”

Where were they… where were they…

“As decreeted by his majesty the king, miscreants like you and your men shall be hanged and left to rot in public, as to serve as a warning for those who may consider following in your footsteps.”

Bingo. The man he was looking for was standing beside Seth’s wife and their young son, whom didn’t even dare look at their father. How dare had his brother brought them here to watch?!

“May God have mercy for your soul.”

As soon as the colonel went quiet, Seth’s eyes crossed his brother’s and he started singing, ignoring the feeling of the noose passed around his neck.

“The King and his men stole the Queen from her bed.”

He remembered the trap, the look in her face, the spell, the power… all of it because his brother hadn’t been able to resist.

“And bound her in her bones.” A satisfied smile reached his lips as he saw the look on his brother’s face.

“The seas be ours and by the powers…" 

The executioner grabbed the lever, ready to pull and kill the man and Seth’s son hide his face behind his mother’s skirt.

”Where we will, we’ll roam-“

The trap opened under his feet and Seth plunged to his death, the last smile etched on his lips at that moment, as he had seen his brother’s despair, fadding away as all tension left his body.

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@star-boy-orion you’re welcome - Sept

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Mod Sav? Posting? It’s more likely than you think

#mod sav #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #kane chronicles #the kane chronicles #tkc #tkc thoth #oc #ocs #rp #oc rp #pjo ocs #pjo oc #hoo oc #hoo ocs #tkc oc #tkc ocs #i hope these are all the tags lmao

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Mod Sav is an icon, exhibit A:

@savameh​

#quote #best quote #rp quote #mod Sav #post made by mod A tho dfghjk

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To Find your Lover...

Sam... doesn’t really have a happy story after Aloys’ death, in their own original universe. They frankly die in an horrible manner after weeks of agony. Since Jason can’t allow himself to alter the fate of a universe to much, he has no choice but to bring back people on the brink of death or of vanishing forever. If eventually, the people he brings back start gaining back their memories from their lives in this universe, at first, they clearly don’t recall a thing. Which... kind of explains Sam’s terrified reaction in this...

Anyways, enjoy the drama?

-A

ps: French at the end

TW: Implied abuse, mention of death, starvation

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Sam was shaking, huddled in a corner of the small room everyone was cramped in, giving terrified glances around them. Jason had arrived with the wounded naga about an hour ago and, since then, they had attacked anyone that looked “too human” to their taste -even the boy that had saved their life, much to Liang’s displeasure- as one would have expected a wounded animal to do. No one had dared approach the naga since they had scratched Orion’s face to blood and the more time had passed, the more worried had their friends -the same one Sam couldn’t remember yet- become.

“We can’t leave them like that any longer, their going to bleed out at this pace.” The giant huffed, crossing his arms.

“So you’d rather go back and get killed this time?” Liang raised an eyebrow. “Jason found them with poachers, humans poacher. They won’t let anyone come close if they think we’re part of them. The only thing we can do is either wait for their memories to return or tame them.”

“Tame them?! You’re speaking as if they’re some animal you sick fuck!” Kitlyn growled, only held back by Ace.

“I’m just stating the facts…” The vampire replied.

“Yeah well you know where you can shove your facts.”

“Don’t talk to Len like that!” Jason defended, as his Lenlen looked down with shame.

“It’s okay J, you don’t have to-”

“Yes I do! There ain’t no way in Hellheim I’m letting her talk shit about you!”

Kiltyn opened her mouth to reply when Delia intervened.

“Everyone. I believe now is not the time to argue about that. Someone needs help and they’re refusing it. We need to find a solution.”

Silence fell on the small assembly, only troubled by quiet sobs -Sam’s quiet sobs-.

Ace turned to his… friend? Lover? Spouse? To the complete stranger? To the naga that shared the face, the personality, the identity of the person he loved yet wasn’t them? If all those years of knowing them had taught him anything, it was how to read them and, in that very moment, Sam was terrified. Ace could understand why, after all, he too had been pulled out of his own universe into this one, forced to live in hiding, to remember a life that wasn’t quite his, forced to deal with being two people at the same time.

As the group when back to debating -well, more accurately, to arguing-, Ace took a step towards Sam.

And then another.

And another.

They looked up from behind their arms, giving him a terrified look, as if they were convinced he came to kill them; yet they didn’t make a move.

Ace took another step.

Their scales were drab, colourless, almost as you’d expect a wilting flower to be, stained with their own blood. It felt strange to Ace, seeing Sam with a tail like this, but, in a way, their fascination with snakes and the way they had always been felt fitting with being a naga.

And he took another step.

Sam was skinny. More than Ace had grown accustomed to see. It felt terrifying, especially considering the amount of time he had spent feeding them until they had finally stopped being so bony. They almost looked like skin draped over bones, their cheeks hollow, skin pale as death, ribs showing from under their ragged clothes.

Ace took a last step towards Sam, now standing right in front of them, and the terrified naga almost looked about to faint.

“Pitié, ne me tuez pas…”

Ace’s heart shattered.

‘Please don’t kill me.’

He knelt in front of Sam, gently extending a hand towards them as the naga attempted to make themself look smaller.

“Ça va aller… je te tuerai pas, okay?”*

They didn’t reply, staring at him.

“J’te le promet… Chuis là pour t’aider, okay? Tu te souviens probablement pas encore de moi mais on est-”* Ace’s voice caught in his throat.

What were they? Could he tell them they were lovers? Friends? Something… else? Could he tell them they had talked countless times, over and over again, about how their wedding would go? About what they’d do for Christmas with the kids? Could he tell them about the family -the one thing Sam had wished for the most- they had built together?

“On est amis…”* he mumbled, grabbing their hand with all the gentleness he could muster, resisting the urge to pull them in his arms and to run anyway somewhere -anywhere- safer than here… as if such a place existed. “Ça va aller…”* he repeated.

Sam tensed, breath itching in their throat as they nearly pulled their hand away, somehow deciding not to at the last second. They looked at Ace with a mix of fear and sadness, as if he vaguely brought back the memory of something better, of something safer.

“J’ai peur.”* They whispered. “I-ils vont me faire du mal… C-Comme à papa et maman! J-je veux pas mourir! Je veux pas mourir!”*

“Sam… shh... non… non… tu vas pas mourir… j’te laisserai pas…”* He pulled them in his arms as the naga started to sob violently.

“Je veux pas mourir! Je v-veu-eux vivre! Je veux v-vi-ivre et f-faire plein de cho-oses-! Je-e veu-eux plus a-avoir m-mal! Je veu-eux plus! Je veux plus je veux plus je veux plus!”*

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“Ça va aller… je te tuerai pas, okay?” => “It’s alright... I won’t kill you, okay?”

“J’te le promet… Chuis là pour t’aider, okay? Tu te souviens probablement pas encore de moi mais on est-” => “I promise... I’m here to help you, okay? You probably don’t remember me yet but we’re-”

“On est amis...” => “We’re friends...”

“Ça va aller…”  => “It’s going to be okay...”

“J’ai peur.” => “I’m scared.”

“I-ils vont me faire du mal… C-Comme à papa et maman! J-je veux pas mourir! Je veux pas mourir!” => “T-they’re going to hurt me... Like they did with mom and dad! I-I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!”

“Sam… shh... non… non… tu vas pas mourir… j’te laisserai pas…” => “Sam... shh... no... no... you’re not going to die... I won’t let you...”

“Je veux pas mourir! Je v-veu-eux vivre! Je veux v-vi-ivre et f-faire plein de cho-oses-! Je-e veu-eux plus a-avoir m-mal! Je veu-eux plus! Je veux plus je veux plus je veux plus!” => “I don’t want to die! I w-wan-ant to live! I want to l-li-ive and d-do many thin-ings! I-I don-on’t want to s-suffer a-anymore! I don-on’t want to! I don’t want to I don’t want to I don’t want to!”

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We’re really serious people, I swear -A

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Fallen in Disgrace

More Ragnarok AU except written by mod Dave :D -A

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September didn’t expect much when he fell. Maybe pain when he hit the ground? Darkness? Kalita’s smug expression as she observes his soul and tell him how he failed and how horrible he was? The elf could list worse and worse possibilities if given enough time. What he didn’t expect was to wake up to a crying child sitting in a chair near him, and a giant. He was pretty sure most giants stayed away from civilization at this point… Guess those books he read were rather outdated.

“Uh…” His voice sounded horrible and rough, but the pitiful noise was enough to get the attention of both the giant and the kid.

“Seppy!” The kid screamed, practically jumping out of his chair and running over, pulling the elf into a tight hug as tears started to fall again.

“Ow…” September murmured as he felt pain flare up in his sides.

“I’m so glad you’re okay!” The kid went on, ignoring Sept’s quiet cry of pain, “I had no idea she could be so- so awful! We tried to come earlier but that guy with the eyes held us up-”

“’Ichi?” September mumbled tiredly, feeling his stomach drop at the mention of his old friend.

“- but it’s okay! They won’t hurt you anymore, alright? You’re with us now! You’re safe!”

September found it hard to believe those words but nodded anyways as the kid let go of him.

“Look, uh, I- I appreciate everything, I really do, but, um, should- do I know either of you?”

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Ficklet #12

Oh shit a new AU uwu so I present you my fantastic post ragnarok au concept :DDDD In which it’s ten years after parenting au and Jason has since become an erthingy (the undead warriors of Vahalla that I can’t spell the name of :’) ) and Ragnarok has started. As he witnesses everyone dies, the young boy finds a mcguffin that basically gives him access to other universes and decides to move in between them to bring back the people they’ve lost.

Now picture this: you’re about to die in your own universe and a 13 years old twink you don’t know at all kidnaps you to come back to his own universe because, and I quote “You’re his Lenlen”... and to think that now he’s sleeping on you, a “blood thirsty”, ‘monstrous” vampire that had “betrayed all of their friends”...

-Mod A

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Liang glanced down to the sleeping boy resting his head on their laps as if they were just anyone and not monster in hiding. His sleep seemed rather peaceful and undisturbed, for the first time in months, according to the giant.

They brushed a strand of dirty hair away from his face; the boy was dirty, covered in dust, dry mud and some suspiciously-blood-like-smelling patches, as if he had spent months without a chance to shower properly -which, still according to the giant, had been the case.- 

Jason whined and they pulled him closer. How had he called them again? "Lenlen"? Liang wasn't quite sure what that was supposed to mean but it was quite obvious that it was somewhat of importance for the boy simply because of the way he had said it. Was that what they were to him? A "lenlen"? The giant had said something about being family and, the more they looked at the boy, the more they could see why one would think that.

With his freckles and his pinkish eyes, Jason almost reminded them of their sisters, but they knew for a fact that neither of them had a child, at least none as old as the boy. They did try to tell him he was mistaken, that they didn't have any nephew nor cousin of his age -or perhaps they did, but if it was the case, they honestly didn't care. Not after all that time- but it had been of no avail. Jason simply wouldn't take no for an answer.

As soon as the duo had appeared back in the small hideout, he had hugged them tightly and sobbed quietly in their shirt for a few minutes. It was… awkward, at best; Liang had patted his shoulder a few times as the other had offered the duo a sad look, safe perhaps for Kitlyn and Ace, whose quiet anger had only given them the want to retract on themself and vanish.

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Overworked

I’m starting to think Mod Dav’s personal sleep issues have been seeping into all of his characters tbh -A

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Elvaid couldn’t say he adored pulling all-nighters. Sure, it was fun when you were just binge watching some stupid childhood cartoon for the nostalgia, or maybe because you wanted to talk to your friend the entire night, but they were beginning to stack up for him. So here he was, night 8 no-sleep, trying to bullshit his way through an essay on a topic he could barely grasp when he had a decent night’s sleep.

A yawn shook his body as he stretched upwards. His head was swimming in thick fog, feeling heavier and heavier with each passing minute. He just had a paragraph and a bit left to go and he was intent on finishing it tonight. His eyes were blurry with or without his glasses, but he opted on keeping them on in hopes that they’d eventually work for him. He could feel his hands shaking, feeling like they were filled with rice and static as he typed out word after word hoping that it made sense stringing them together in such a way. Elvaid’s head kept bobbing lower and lower after every time he sat up straight. He paused from what he was doing, taking a sip of coffee that really wasn’t doing much for him. If anything, it made him feel more tired after a few minutes. What he would feel in a few minutes didn’t seem to be on his mind as the present was more pressing and Elvaid convinced himself that he needed to be awake. With his nails digging into his neck and the pain bringing him back down to earth, he looked back at his computer screen. It wasn’t all that clearer, but he could make out what he needed to and he begun to type again… Elvaid jerked upwards, hitting his face with his hands once he had realized he had begun to doze off.

“Stay awake! Stay awake! Stay awake! Stay awake!” He punctuated each syllable by hitting his cheeks, he could feel his eyes start to water based on pure tiredness alone. “Just a few more lines.”

With that hanging in the air as his tired encouragement, he started to type again. Sentence after sentence he kept typing and forcing himself awake despite the singing of his eyes, the spinning of the room, and how heavy his limbs were becoming. As soon as he finished the last sentence, pressed the period key, and ran a spelling and grammar check, he nearly passed out on the spot from pure relief as soon as he hit save. He pushed himself up, almost falling on the floor a couple of times as he stumbled to his bed. He fell asleep before he even laid down, landing awkwardly on the bed- his legs were still on the floor as only his torso up actually managed to get on the bed, one of his arms was on his pillow and the other was off the bed on the other side as he laid on top of the blanket. He started to snore only moments later, and an hour passed before he started mumbling nonsense to himself.

Luckily it was a day off, so the fact that Elvaid slept through all 8 of his morning alarms meant practically nothing. Sleeping through his grandfather hitting him with his cane in an attempt to wake up the boy? A little less more serious than nothing, but at least he left it at that and left Elvaid to his sleep. Not even stirring as Roadkill licked his face, whined, and barked at him in an attempt to get the tired boy up? Sleeping through the loud notifications of Danae’s messages and the quieter ones of the group chat? Mark those down as something Elvaid was doing as well.

It was around 4pm when Danae started getting concerned- especially considering last time Elvaid said goodnight then stopped answering his messages. She tried her best to rationalize it to this point, but found her anxieties getting the better of her and she headed over to his place.

Knock knock.

There was no response as every adult (say for Elvaid who was 18 and legally considered one, but who really counted him as an adult?) was out of the house either working or doing something else. Danae tried to mentally supress the nerves and worry that lit up in her body, fiddling with one of the many friendship bracelets Elvaid had gifted to her, in a vain attempt to calm down. She sighed, hearing Roadkill scampering towards the door from somewhere within the flat..

Knock knock.

She even tried to send him another text, hearing his phone go off from inside the apartment. Wow that notification was loud… She shook her head and tried the door knob. Unlocked. As soon as she opened it Danae got tackled down by the large dog.

“Hey buddy, do you know where Wine boy is?” Danae asked the dog in the baby voice people did to animals as Roadkill bounced around happily before running back into the apartment. She took this as a reason to follow the dog and entered as well, closing the door behind her.

“Wine boy…?” She called out into the apartment, walking towards the dog that was staring at her before it darted into one of the rooms. She could hear faint snoring coming from the room Roadkill entered. Danae entered the room a few moments later, only to find Elvaid in the same position he fell asleep in- mostly off the bed- snoring away as his phone was plugged in on his nightstand buzzing and beeping from the group chat.

Danae felt relieved that he was alright, chuckling at the situation. She couldn’t help but snap a photo of the strange position the boy was asleep in, captioning it ‘he’s sleeping like this… yikes lol’ and send it to the chat. She quietly walked over to Elvaid, crouching beside Roadkill who was back to licking his face.

“Wine boy… Wine boy…” Danae shook his shoulder gently, earning no reaction. “Elvaid, it’s time to get up now… you slept for almost the entire day.”

Still no response, Elvaid kept snoring.

“You should at least get into bed properly.” Danae poked his side, only earning a tired hum but otherwise nothing. She poked his side again, causing him to turn over and almost fall off the bed. It was at that point that she decided to just tuck Elvaid in herself and not chance letting him roll off and smash his head on the side of his nightstand.

After a fair bit of struggling and awkwardness, Danae managed to get Elvaid laying properly in bed, still on top of the blanket. She sat down beside the bed similarly to what she did when he was sick- before all that prophecy bullshit happened. She held his hand gently, wondering when he would wake up. Luckily she only had to wait 2 hours- which still was rather long but she had Roadkill to keep her company so it seemed like time passed a bit quicker for her.

“Ang’lfish?” Elvaid grumbled groggily, his eyes only half open as he squeezed her hand weakly. “Why’re you ‘ere?”

“Do you have any idea how long you were asleep for?” Danae asked, looking up at Elvaid’s sleepy expression that was overlapped with curiosity.

“Still… ‘M still tired.” Elvaid whined closing his eyes again, blocking her baffled expression.

“Wine boy, it’s 6pm.”

“Congrats? Lemme hug you!” He tugged on Danae’s arm, and she couldn’t help but give in to his request.

That’s how she found herself, at 7pm, trapped in Elvaid’s hug as he was once again sleeping, laying on his bed, in his house, with Roadkill laying at the bottom of the bed.

This was not how she imagined her Friday to go.

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Before the Fall

Angel Au! Angel Au! Angel Au! Anyways, enjoy some angst and some rather dark content that will definitely deserve a few trigger warnings and definitely a “I should be put under the cut” mention. Feat. the angel Lahatiel (Liang) failing to protect Jason from the monster above his bed.

-A

TW: Abuse, child abuse, death, child death, violence, generally really dark undertone tbh

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Lahatiel held his frail body in their arms, gently stroking the toddler's hair to comfort him as he cried. His breath was shallow and his grip around them felt weak. Covered in blood as he was, it wasn't really a surprise; Jason was covered in cuts and bruises, his broken bones nearly piercing through his skin in some parts.

How hadn't anyone in the village reacted yet?! Where they waiting for him to die?!

Jason whined, trying to hold them tighter.

"Shh… it's okay…"

"Hurty…"

Lahatiel didn't reply. What could they have said? They weren't any healing angel! Heck, they weren't even made to be a guardian one! The only reason they had ended up with the task of taking care of him was because "no one else was left" or whatnot! They were completely useless to him.

"Papa is scary…"

"It's okay… He won't be here for a long time… you're safe..." 'for now…'

They hated it. They hated it so much. To think this monster had ended up father of an innocent child like Jason, made them sick to the stomach. "Everyone can be saved." Bullshit, that's what it was. A man like him was a lost cause and deserved worse than the 9th circle of Hell.

There was some stomping upstairs and the duo tensed. It sounded heavy and angry, just like the boy's father. He shouldn't be home yet.

"Jason…" Lahatiel sat the boy up on their laps, "go hide under your bed, as far as you can. I’ll-... I’ll protect you.”

If only…

The toddler quickly cowered under the bed, shaken with fear as his father stomped down to the humid basement he had forced him to live in.

“JASON! JASON WHERE ARE YOU, YOU USELESS BRAT!”

The man started banging on the door and Jason screamed in terror. Lahatiel stood up, ready to defend him with their life if they needed. They were done standing on the sides.

The door burst open, almost kicked down by the father and he stormed in. Lahatiel opened their mouth to say something, anything, to him and protect Jason but no sound left their lips.

It was as if they had been silenced.

The man looked around, his eyes stopping at the bed.

"Oh Jason…" he spoke with a quiet anger than would have terrified anyone with a little bit of common sense.

His son whined from under the bed.

Lahatiel tried to grab him arm and pull him back to no avail, as if they had no substance at all.

"Don't hide from Papa or else he might get angry…"

Jason tried to hide farther away under the bed as his dad leaned and looked underneath it.

"There you are, brat!"

He grabbed his son and violent hauled him out from his hiding spot, hitting the toddler's head on the frame as Lahatiel desperately tried to stop him.

"LET HIM GO!"

Their voice didn't make a sound.

"NO! NO! DON'T HURT ME! I'M SORRY PAPA! I'M SORRY!" Jason started thrashing around, screaming and crying.

"SHUT UP, BRAT!" 

He smashed the toddler against the nearest wall. A crack echoed in the room as the boy's back broke.

Lahatiel screamed but no sound left their throat.

"I'M SORRY"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"

With each new "shut up", the man violently slammed his son in the wall, breaking several more bones before throwing him on the ground.

Lahatiel attempted to place themself in between the child and his abuser but it was as if they were a mere ghost.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN BORN, YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF SHIT!"

He kicked Jason's stomach.

One time.

Two times.

Three times.

Four times.

Five times.

Jason was screaming and crying on the floor.

Lahatiel summoned their blade, attempting to scream at him to stop.

"THIS WAY, YOU WOULDN'T CAUSE ME SO MUCH TROUBLE!"

He kicked Jason's head, passing right through Lahatiel.

A strangled scream escaped the toddler's throat as the disgusting sound of a neck being broken echoed through the room.

Jason stopped moving.

Lahatiel's link with the toddler was suddenly severed.

They screamed, pain searing through their head, anger, no, wrath filling their mind at the sight of his lifeless small body.

They stabbed the father with their sword, appearing for the first time in front of him.

He stared at them in shock, unable to speak, before falling limply on the ground, heart pierced with the holy blade.

Lahatiel ran to Jason, picking up his frail body in their arms, hugging him weakly as if they were afraid of hurting him more.

"J-jason! H-hang in there! P-please!"

The boy didn't move.

"J-jason! C-come on! I know you can- I know you're still-!"

Tears filled their eyes.

"J-jason!"

He wasn't breathing.

"C-come on! I-I told you I'd p-protect you! I-I know it took l-longer than it should have but he's g-gone now!

P-please!

Wake up!"

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Is imortality bulletproof?

Immortals AU! By mod Dav uwu -A

TW: Gun mention, death mention, suicide mention

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Sam sat in holding, waiting to be bailed out. They were more than a little shaken, just recently having a gun shoved in their face and having to deal with the question of is immortality bullet proof? and thankfully it was, but a gunshot was a gunshot and still hurt even if you would live through it. Sam realized they had a lot more to live for than they once thought when the gun was shoved in their face. So, that lead to Sam being dead for a few minutes and the gunman to be dead once Sam woke up. How did the gunman die? Simply put, it was a murder (though it was more like an attempted murder) suicide. Guess some people were just like that. Kitlyn was there too at the start anyways, only saw Sam get shot as some others dragged her away from the scene. When she broke away from them and ran back the police were already there.

“Samaël Hamane, your bail has been paid.” A gruff police officer spoke, opening the small cell they stuck them in and leading them out by the arm.

Ace stood there looking worried, hands in his pockets as his sight landed on Sam. He didn’t know what happened, no one would tell him. Ace gently held Sam’s hand, leading them outside of the station where Kitlyn was waiting. As soon as she saw Sam she started to tear up and instantly hugged them tightly. Sam froze where they stood, and a few seconds passed before Kitlyn mumbled a quiet ‘I thought you were gone’ and looked up at them, tears running down her cheeks.

“Guys…” Ace mumbled, not really wanting to ruin the moment but standing outside the police station crying was not a good way to avoid attention. Kitlyn pulled away from Sam at that and nodded with a sniff.

“Sorry.” Kitlyn mumbled, shaking her head and wiping away her tears with sweater paws.

There was a pause of silence.

“My car is parked a little ways away from here.” Ace spoke up, motioning to the duo to follow him.

With that the trio started walking towards Ace’s car in silence. They also got into the car in silence as well, both Sam and Kitlyn choosing to sit in the back seats. The ride was silent and it was still when Ace parked in his apartment’s underground parking. Once the car stopped Kitlyn started to tear up again as Sam’s eyes remained on the window. The silence followed them as the trio got into the elevator and went through the hallway.

“You two are staying at least for the night,” Ace declares having already decided for them, “I’ll get you both dinner, alright?”

“Thanks Acey…” Kitlyn mumbled, walking into his flat once the door was open. Sam nodded absently, following her as Ace held the door open.

Once the two were inside Ace closed the door and beelined for the kitchen. He quickly took out a container of leftover soup and shoved it into the microwave for a couple minutes. While the microwave was going Ace walked out of the kitchen and grabbed the two gently by their upper arms considering they were just kind of standing there awkwardly. He sat them both down on the couch, wrapping each of them in a blanket. He got back to the kitchen just as the microwave started to beep.

With a quick action, he poured the soup into two bowls and put spoons in the bowl. He picked them both up silently praying that he wouldn’t burn his hands as he walked back to the blanketed duo.

“Eat.” Ace gave them the bowls and thankfully neither of them kicked up much of a fuss at the order and quietly ate the warm soup.

He ended up sitting in the middle between the two, both of them leaning a bit on him once they were done their soup and the bowls sat on the table in front of the trio. It was late, the sky was 100% dark at this point in time, and it was most definitely after 12am. Around 1am Ace could hear Sam snoring as they cuddled against his side, resting their head on his shoulder. Kitlyn was curled up on the other side of him, nestled against Ace’s side. He tried his best to stay still, to not wake either of them up- Lord knew they needed the rest after what had transpired a few hours ago.

Sam woke up in the morning and part of them was convinced that last night was just a bad dream, at least that was what they were going with before they opened their eyes and saw that they were leaning an Kitlyn’s very cute friend. They only had to shift around a bit of his attention to land on them.

“Oh, you’re awake?” Ace hummed, “how do you feel?”

“…I don’t know you?” Sam muttered, putting distance between them and him.

“Right, sorry. My name’s Ace, I’ve been the one bailing you out for the past five centuries-“ that shut Sam up as their face tinted pink- “should I make breakfast or do you want a while to wake up?”

“How’s Kitlyn?” They asked, avoiding the question. Ace glanced beside him.

“Still fast asleep.” He replied, looking back at Sam. “Look, I’ll go make breakfast but you don’t need to force yourself to eat anything, okay?”

Sam nodded automatically as Ace stood up, grabbing the soup bowls that were still on the table and left. They quickly wrapped themselves tighter in the blanket around them, glancing at Kitlyn who was curled up in a ball under her blanket. They frowned, remembering her panicked look when being pushed away and how quick she was to tears once she saw them again. Almost as if sensing their thoughts her eyes opened and she stretched under the blanket.

“Morning…” Sam muttered, watching as she blinked groggily and struggled to sit up properly thanks to the blanket wrapped around her.

“Hi?” Kitlyn yawned, leaning against Sam, “how are you?”

“Okay.” Sam replied quietly, paying more attention to the shuffling around in the kitchen.

“’M glad you’re okay.” Kitlyn mumbled, looking up at them.

Sam just hummed, “so, your friend?”

“What about Acey?”

“He’s been doing this for… 500 years?”

“Yeah.” She nodded, “I trust him.”

“…”

“I also trust…” Kitlyn went to poke their nose but Sam swatted her hand away, “you. Nerd.”

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What An Irony

In which yall realise I don’t understand how title works in English. Sam’s the host of Seth (which, surprisingly, I called Set in this fic???) and they’ve wanted their kids and their small family for a very very long time. Needless to say, the day all of them had been put in danger, they had no hesitation in throwing themself into one last fight for their sake... Enjoy the drama yall

-A

(french translated at the end)

TW: Death, burning alive

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Sam fell on their knees, ruby eyes no longer glinting as their natural green came back. Their breath was ragged and pained as their heart thumped loudly -too loudly- in their chest. The magician gave an hazed look around them, gaze finally stopping on their family. As they opened their mouth to say something, Sam promptly collapsed.

"Pama!"

"A-annabelle! Attend!"*

The girl freed herself from her father's hold before the latter had time to react, running to her parent and tearing up as she knelt beside them.

"PAMA! PAMA! RÉVEILLES-TOI!" She tried shaking them around to which Sam only grunted. Everything was so painful… They could already feel their temperature heat up.

"Shh… shh c'est correct… tout... va bien… m'chouette…"*

"Pama!" She took their hand in hers, holding it tightly. "L-les méchants i-ils allaient te faire m-mal!"*

"Shh…" they freed their hand to wipe away her tears.

Everything was so exhausting… 

Ace knelt on their other side, holding their toddler firmly. He gave them a terrified look as Sam glanced down to their now fuming body.

Ah.

That must have been why Set was completely silent now.

"Everyone's… safe?"

Their husband nodded.

"Sam-"

"Set's gone…" A wave of pain coursed through their body and Sam gasped, startled. "Take the… the kids to-" and another one. They shut their eyes tight as if to keep the pain away. "N-nome-... safe-... there-"

Sam could feel their blood start to boil.

"J-je vous aime- p-partez!"*

"N-non…"* Ace shook his head, refusing to go yet.

"S-S'il-te-plaît… peuvent pas… v-voir ça-!"*

Ça.

That.

Ace knew exactly what was about to happen. He didn't want to believe it. No now, not ever. But whether or not he did wouldn't change what was to happen and the pleading eyes of their lover, begging him to protect their children from the horror about to come convinced him to obey.

Heart heavy, eyes filled with tears, he stood up and picked their daughter up with their free arm and walked away.

"On y va."*

"N-NON! PAMA! PAMA!"

Annabelle trashed around, attempting to free herself from her father's arms, ignoring her brother's cries of distress at her tantrum. Sam extended a hand towards their family.

"Ç-ça va aller… j-je t'aime ma ch-chouette… s-sois forte! P-pour Pap-"*

As they were finishing their sentence, Sam caught on fire, screaming, in front of their frozen daughter. 

"F-fermes les yeux!"* Her father ordered her.

Ace held the two crying children closer and sped up, tears rolling down his own cheeks.

Gone. Sam was gone.

Burnt to death. 

Just like their father.

All of this because he couldn't help them fight.

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“Attend!” => “Wait!”

“RÉVEILLES-TOI!” => “WAKE UP!”

"Shh… shh c'est correct… tout... va bien… m'chouette…” =>”Shh... shh it’s okay... everything... is okay... honey...”

"L-les méchants i-ils allaient te faire m-mal!” => “T-the baddies t-they were going to h-hurt you!”

"J-je vous aime- p-partez!” => “I-I love you l-leave!”

“N-Non...” => “N-no...”

"S-S'il-te-plaît… peuvent pas… v-voir ça-!" => “P-Please... can’t... s-see this-!”

"On y va." => “We’re leaving.”

"Ç-ça va aller… j-je t'aime ma ch-chouette… s-sois forte! P-pour Pap-"* => “I-It’s going to be okay... I-I love you ho-honey... b-be strong! F-For Dadd-”

"F-fermes les yeux!" => “C-Close your eyes!”

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Drunken confessions and chicken adoption

Brothel/Prohibition AU and Apollo’s obsession with chickens... written by mod David! -A

TW: drunkness

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Apollo didn’t quite understand why he desired to get this drunk, part of him wondered if he even wanted to get this drunk. Truth be told, he had wanted to forget somethings that had happened during the day and going to the bar with Dionysus was always a blast- specifically a drunken blast. This time was no exception as the two of them drank and talked much more like brothers would’ve rather than co-workers. Well, co-workers was a nice way to put two different ranking people in the mafia hanging out and getting drunk together after a shoot out.

The issue with getting Apollo drunk was not just the fact that he stumbled around like a newborn child getting used to their limbs but instead the bigger issue was his lack of filter in both what he says and in what he does. It often results in a lot of flirting (and the occasional bar fight), and a lot of interesting stories for the sober people around him. This time was no exception either.

Delia was woken up by the loud drunk man opening the door and stumbling into her flat laughing. She already knew it was Apollo, for no one else had a key.

“’Pollo?” She called into the apartment as he heard him shush something as the door closed, “it is rather late…”

“Moooorning ‘Lia!” He replied loudly, his words slurring together, “I have aaaa friendy!”

Delia got out of bed at that, opening the door and peering out of the room only to see Apollo with a smile, reeking of alcohol, holding a chicken under his arm that seemed rather content to just stay there.

What.

“Beloved, why do you have a chicken?” She asked slowly as Apollo stumbled over to her and rested his chin on top of her head as he mumbled ‘tinyyyyyy!’ under his breath. She could feel him slowly putting more and more of his own weight on her and decided to be nice and lead him to the bed.

Once Apollo was sat down on the bed and the chicken was out of his arms and also placed on the bed- though the chicken was now pecking at the sheets and that was an issue on its own. Apollo laid down on his own accord, smiling brightly at Delia.

“’Liaaaaa… ‘Lia love youuuu… ‘Lia loveeeeeeely!” Apollo sung, giggling as he watched her reaction. She really just couldn’t stay mad at this man…

“I love you too, beloved but we are having a talk in the morning.”

“That’s good! I love talking to youuuuu! I could talk to you forever! I love hearing you speak!” Apollo got louder, only quieting down once Delia hushed him.

“It is 2am!” She whispered sharply, “people are trying to sleep, please be quieter.”

Apollo just frowned in response but listened nonetheless. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

“I love you.” He whispered quietly, looking at Delia in awe. “I waaant to marry you.”

“Wh-“ Delia’s face flared up in red blush, her eyebrows furrowing, “Apollo! You are drunk, do not say such nonsense. You already have a wife.”

Apollo frowned, tearing up, “I don’t liiiiike her, I like you. I want you to be my wiiife! I want you! I want you! I want you!” He kicked his legs like a child throwing a tantrum.

“Apollo, noise.” Delia reminds with a sigh, glancing at the chicken who got disturbed thanks to Apollo’s kicking and watched as it started to harass some flowers in a vase.

“Iiiii wanna run away with you, ‘Lia.” Apollo declared with a yawn, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb gently. “We could be together aaand have a chicken.”

“Is that why you brought the chicken?” Delia asked and couldn’t help but be slightly amused.

“Yess… The chicken is now our child.” Apollo nods. “It’sssssss a baby.”

“’Pollo, you need rest.” Delia shook her head, trying to supress the urge to laugh at his behaviour instead of focusing on what he just admitted.

“Sleep with me then.” Apollo spread his arms out.

“Apollo…”

“Please ‘Lia?” He asked pouting, tears still brimming his eyes and Delia found herself unable to say no. Once she was laying in bed beside him, Apollo quickly cuddled up against her, as he closed his eyes.

“I love you…” Apollo mumbled against her hair, dozing off.

“…I love you too Apollo.” Delia whispered back, attempting to get comfortable in his arms.

The morning came how it always did, with the streets becoming busy and sunlight brightening the room from behind the curtains. Delia woke up first no longer trapped in Apollo’s hold as he was now spread across the bed drooling on one of her pillows. She could only sigh with an amused smile, sitting up and slipping out of bed quietly. He whined at the movement but otherwise remained fast asleep, part of that surprised her considering he normally woke up as early if not earlier than her- though she supposed she could blame that on the alcohol he drank last night. Delia looked around for the chicken, only to find it nestled beside Apollo. A small smile found its way onto her face as her eyes drifted to the sleeping figure.

His blond hair was horribly messy, splayed out across the pillow and some stuck to his face thanks to the drool. His expression was relaxed, and it made him look closer to his age instead of how the stress made him appear older when he was awake. Apollo’s chest rose and fell in deep even breaths, his shirt had ridden up enough to expose his stomach as the blanket only covered his legs. One of his arms was outstretched to were Delia had been sleeping, and the other was half off the bed.

Delia quietly grabbed clothes for the day, careful to be quiet and not wake him- and also not wake the chicken. Why did he bring a chicken? She didn’t even know what went through his head. After she was dressed she walked back into the bedroom to see that Apollo hadn’t moved in the slightest.

“Apollo…” Delia whispered, gently shaking his shoulder earning a groan from him, “it is time to get up, beloved.” She shook him again.

“Nnnnnooooo…! It’s too early ‘Lia love…” Apollo groaned, opening his eyes and wincing from how bright it was. Gods his head hurt, the entire night was a blur to him and any solid memories seemed to be escaping him. Delia smiled at him gently, pushing some of his hair out of his face as he looked around.

“Why… Did you get a chicken?” Apollo grumbled, sitting up and leaning on the headboard.

“No,” Delia chuckled, “you brought it last night, claimed it was our child.”

Apollo’s face quickly darkened with an embarrassed blush, “did I…?”

“Yes.” Delia nodded, sitting beside him on the bed and leaning against his chest. “I don’t know where you got it either.”

Apollo couldn’t help but chuckle at that, stretching.

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I would fight the world...

Watch me making ammend for the last one with Sam and please enjoy this parent AU fic of Elvaid meeting his daughter for the first time uwu

-A

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Elvaid stood outside the hospital room's door, shifting his weight around as he was trying to convince himself to enter. Was he nervous? Yes, yes he was. Hades, he wasn't even sure if nervous was the right word anymore; all he wanted was to drop everything there and run away. If he usually liked to think he wasn't easy to scare in the slightest, this time was different; the man quite definitely was terrified. Running away from all of these new responsibilities was quite tempting, heck, maybe he could even go back to Scotland? This way Percy wouldn't run after him (or at least he hoped).

…

No, he couldn't do that to her; not after all that time, not after having been the one to put her there in the first place.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his fist to knock in the door before freezing. Was he allowed to knock on the door like this? What if they were sleeping? Wouldn't it be a bit stupid to knock and not be answered, or worse, make her cry without ever having seen her face yet? What a fantastic memory it would be to share in a few years…

Elvaid shook his head, "since when do you worry about details… just do it…"

And on those ancient words of wisdom, he turned the handle and push the door open to be greeted by a quite frankly heart warming sight. Sat up on the bed, Danae was cradling a small bundle in her arms, gently humming as she rocked it slightly.

Taking a few hesitant steps in the room, Elvaid couldn't help but almost feel like he was intruding; after all, what part had he played in the process? Forgot a condom once? In a way, he could almost understand the gods with all of their "abandoning their kids behind" schtick.

He stared at the little packet. That was his. Well, not "his" as in "his possession" but rather his as "the result of his"… mistake? Could he really call that a mistake? After agreeing to keep her anyway? After seeing the quiet joy and pride in Danae's eyes when she looked at their daughter?

His girlfriend, finally noticing his entrance, offered him a warm, exhausted smile.

"How's the existential crisis going?" She chuckled.

"'M not having one…" he mumbled, approaching the duo.

"Mhm…" Danae gave him an amused look. "Davina… look who's here to see you…" 

Elvaid glanced at the newborn.

Wow. She was even smaller than he thought.

She extended her small arms up as if to grab the sky, prattling; weren't infants supposed to be sleeping all the time? Why on Earth was she so… awake?!

"Wanna hold her?"

No?

"Yes?"

"Don't drop her."

Danae gave him a warning look as she handed him his daughter.

Of course, Elvaid being Elvaid, he pretended to do just that and owned a screech from the new mother.

"Just kidding just kidding, I got her…" he grinned, cradling Davina in his arms as she stared at him with wide baby blue -you know, that blue that babies all have during their few days.- "..."

Elvaid booped her nose, earning that astonished look only newborns knew how to give as she tried to grab his finger. The father chuckled, wrapping it around her small ones and wiggling it gently from left to right. The smile she offered him at that sent butterfly down his stomach and in that very moment, Elvaid knew deep down that he would do anything in his power to protect it

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