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timelesslords · 3 years

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Missing scene from Mark of Athena- Annabeth realizes the curse of Achilles is gone.

Annabeth wasn't one to call fighting monsters fun, but she might just have to make an exception for ones made of tar.

Okay, so the actual monsters hadn't been fun. And really, fighting monsters was never really fun. But she couldn't deny that there was something exhilarating about fighting alongside Percy again, after so many months apart. She had been worried that they might be out of step, that the distance and the time might have weakened the bond they shared. That Percy's memories wouldn't quite be the same, or still be distant and fuzzy like Jason's. But they were as in sync as ever. As soon as the first monster had risen from the tar, all it had taken was one glance to solidify their strategy for dealing with it.

Add in Percy's new shape-shifting friend Frank for a speedy getaway, and Annabeth had the most fun she had had in months. Of course, there was still the minor issue of actually getting the ship in flying shape once they got back. And being separated from Percy again, even if it was only a few floors away, instead of hundreds of miles. And the aftermath of trying to get the tar out of her hair– that had been something Annabeth seriously never wanted to repeat.

But something was bothering her, something she didn't have the time or mental energy to explore until she was sitting on her bunk, trying to dry her hair. Percy had fought impressively; he always did. But he hadn't been the one-man army Annabeth had gotten accustomed to, during and after the war. He hadn't been invincible.

She wasn't sure– wasn't positive– but her gut was telling her that something was off. And she thought she might know what, even though the thought of it made her stomach do somersaults.

They were going to have a meeting in the mess hall soon, and she didn't have a lot of time. But she had to know. So Annabeth slipped out of her cabin, making her way towards the one she knew Percy had claimed an hour or so earlier. She knocked, but didn't wait for a response before opening the door.

"Hey," Percy said, sitting up from his bunk. He looked pleased to see her, his classic troublemaker smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Hey yourself." Annabeth said, letting herself in and shutting the door behind her. It wasn't technically allowed for them to be in the same room together alone, especially with the door closed, but Annabeth had brought her invisibility cap just in case. She could probably slip it on fast enough to avoid being caught. Probably.

Percy scooted over, making room on the bed for her. She sat down next to him, and he wrapped his arm around her. It felt so nice to just be together Annabeth almost didn't bring it up, but the long, shallow scratch on the arm holding her made that impossible.

She traced the scratch with her finger. It shouldn't have been possible, and yet here it was, staring at her in the face.

"It doesn't hurt." Percy said, noticing her attention, but misreading her concern.

"But it shouldn't be there." Annabeth said.

Percy looked at her strangely, like he didn't understand what she meant. Annabeth felt a cold and familiar fear in the pit of her stomach. Ever since they had cracked Hera's sick riddle and figured out that Percy and Jason had been swapped, Annabeth had been haunted by the very real possibility that even if they managed to find Percy, he wouldn't remember her. Obviously that hadn't happened, but this wasn't a small thing either. What if Percy's memories weren't as intact as he was letting on?

"The curse of Achilles," Annabeth prompted, trying to keep the fear out of her voice, "You should be invincible."

"Oh! That." Percy said, recognition finally flashing across his face. Annabeth was suddenly torn between abject relief and the very strong urge to yell at him for making her panic. She settled on relief.

"I had to give it up when I crossed the Tiber.” Percy explained, “Hera– or Juno, whatever, she said it was a Greek curse, that I couldn't carry it into Roman territory."

Without thinking, Annabeth took her free hand and slid it around Percy's back, brushing her fingers over the small of his back, his Achilles heel. Percy had told her that it felt like a thousand little lightning bolts were racing up and down his skin, when she touched it. She remembered the look in his eyes when he had guided her fingers there for the first time, equally terrified and exhilarated. She got no such reaction now; just a sort of sad apologetic look.

She pulled back her hand. Annabeth had already known intellectually that it was gone, but it still felt like something had snapped inside her.

"Oh." Annabeth said.

"Disappointed?" Percy asked. He was studying her expression carefully, like he was trying to decipher a puzzle.

Annabeth sighed. She'd originally started calling him Seaweed Brain because he could be so obtuse sometimes, especially when it came to reading her. He hadn't even realized she liked him after they'd kissed in that stupid volcano, for gods' sake. But the longer they knew each other, the more difficult it became for her to hide anything from him. He was actually surprisingly perceptive, especially now that he knew to be looking.

"No, no." Annabeth said, wrapping her hand in his, "I just– I don't know. It feels like a bad omen."

"I've honestly gotten used to not having it." Percy admitted. He interlocked his fingers with hers, and Annabeth was pleased to find that they fit together as perfectly as they had before. That, at least, hadn't changed.

"You never really needed it." Annabeth said, truthfully. Percy had always been a skilled fighter. And, okay, maybe it had been necessary for the war, but only because they had been so hopelessly outnumbered. But unless they were facing 250 monsters to one demigod again, Percy could easily hold his own without it.

"You're still upset though." Percy noted.

Annabeth bit her lip. She felt a bit stupid for it, but she wasn't really upset about Percy losing the protection. Sure, it sucked that he was a little more breakable now, but he hadn't exactly been very breakable to begin with.

In truth, she felt worse that the connection between them forged by the Achilles curse had been wiped away. Not just her having taken that knife for him, though that was part of it. Percy had told her later that the thing that had kept him tethered to his life, to himself when he bathed in the Styx had been her. She had been his lifeline, literally. Maybe that was how she had known to take that knife for him in the first place, because that little spot had tied them together in some hallowed, inseparable way.

And now it was gone, along with their matching grey streaks, the only other physical reminder of the bond they shared. Annabeth was embarrassed to admit how much it had upset her when the grey had finally worn out of her hair.

"It's just... I don't know. It feels someone cut an invisible string between us." Annabeth said.

Percy nodded, like he understood, and Annabeth knew he did. knew he was thinking of all the same things she was. As if to prove it, he took his free hand and brushed the one curl that had once been grey behind her ear. She, too, could pick out his strand of hair that the sky had marred, even if it had turned dark again.

"I felt like that too, at first." Percy admitted, "I didn't want to give it up. I knew it was important somehow. But I also knew if I wanted to see you again, it was the only way."

Annabeth looked in his eyes, warm and earnest, and felt something in her chest glow. It was still incredible to her that he had remembered her, despite Hera's full force. She knew it had to have been him, and just him; Hera hated her too much to leave the memory of her in his mind.

"I guess I can deal with you being a little more delicate. As long as we're together." Annabeth said. Percy smiled, squeezed her hand.

"Delicate, huh?"

"Like fine china." Annabeth teased, "I'm going to have to watch out for you."

"You always watch out for me." Percy smiled.

"Somebody's got to." Annabeth said.

They sat quietly for a minute, just enjoying each other's company.

"You're still my lifeline, you know." Percy said, suddenly, "Wiping away the curse didn't change that."

It was Annabeth's turn to squeeze his hand, because if she tried to speak she thought she might cry. She settled for kissing him instead, slow and sweet, revelling in the fact that he was finally back with her again.

They only broke apart when Annabeth heard footsteps coming down the hall. She managed to shove her hat on just as Piper knocked on the door.

"Come it!" Percy called, desperately trying to straighten out his shirt. Annabeth bit down the urge to laugh.

"Meeting in the mess hall in five." Piper said, poking her head in the door, "You too Annabeth."

"She's uh- she's not here." Percy said. It was so deeply unconvincing, what with Percy's flushed face and mussed hair, that Annabeth actually had to cover her mouth to prevent a giggle from escaping. Piper smirked. Even if she hadn't been a daughter of Aphrodite, the scene would have been fairly obvious to most onlookers. And Piper was most definitely a daughter of Aphrodite.

"You're a terrible liar." she said, amused, "But whatever. If you happen to see her, could you let her know?"

"Yeah. Yup. I can do that." Percy said, but Piper had already disappeared down the hall. Annabeth shimmered back into view, unable to hold back her laughter anymore.

"Is she always like that?" Percy asked, his face still red.

"Oh yeah. I think you're going to like her." Annabeth said, standing up, pulling Percy with her. They walked down to the mess hall hand and hand.

So maybe the curse was gone, and the grey streaks in their hair had faded away. But they didn't need those physical reminders of each other, not really. He had remembered her, and she had found him. They were tying new invisible strings to each other, ones that couldn't be severed by any sword, or any river or any god.

And Annabeth had a feeling this was just the start.

#percabeth #percabeth fic #annabeth chase #percy jackson #my fic #percy x annabeth #percabeth fluff #PJO fic #heroes of olympus #mark of athena #this is kind of an experiment I already posted this on AO3 but I'm curious to see how itll do on here #also #if you know me irl no you don't <3 #especially if you are my sister i love you but please don't read this lmao #this is not entirely canon compliant bc the hat isnt supposed to be working but whatever lol

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the-ghost-king · 3 years

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So I'm not going to start like an Anti-Chiron tag because I don't find that enjoyable personally, but every so often people ask why I dislike him so here's essentially a "masterpost" of my thoughts on that situation for when anyone asks, just so I have it to explain some...

This isn't nearly a full list, and there's many more "incidents" that make me less than fond of Chiron, I don't hate the old man but he leaves a bad taste in my mouth and I'm not a fan of that. He's a very twisted character.

- The Lightning Thief

This quote is literally just after Percy's mom "dies", they're all sitting on the porch of the Big House right after he's finally woken up after days of sleeping, and that's the line Chiron pulls out on him.

That's straight up emotional manipulation which was entirely unnecessary in the context of what Chiron was trying to explain. There wasn't a single reason for that, in the slightest.

Immediately following that, and Percy, who canonically has anger issues, does his best to remain calm, he is immediately threatened by Dionysus, and Chiron doesn't even tell Dionysus off for doing that; Chiron just let's it happen. It's Grover who has to speak up to tell Dionysus off...

The only reason Chiron comes out looking like a old guy in this scene is because Dionysus was so much worse in his behavior, at one point intimidating Percy with his power over madness.

- The Titan's Curse

This is the aftermath of when Nico ran away upon confirmation of Bianca's death. When Percy is telling Chiron about the situation, Chiron wishes Nico had been eaten alive rather than recruited into an army.

He'd rather a child be dead than fight against him, and he openly tells this to other children he's in charge of. If Percy went missing would he have said "I hope he was eaten <3" as well?

I don't blame Perry for not delivering the truth here, it was done in an effort to protect Nico; which wasn't something Annabeth had planned on doing... I don't blame Annabeth for that though either, she's been beneath Chiron so long that she probably doesn't realize the shady stuff he does, and to her "going to tell" probably was the "right" move because she was a child...

But the fact that Chiron believes Nico truly would be better off eaten than alive :/

- Tower of Nero

This quote from Tower of Nero shows that Chiron lied to a bunch of young children (most of them were young because the older campers are largely dead because of the war or too old for camp now). It wasn't just a little white lie that adults sometimes tell kids either; they were walking into battle and he told them it was a field trip.

Did he even begin to explain the danger he was putting these kids in? Did the children understand their situation? And how dangerous it was?

Kayla has been blindsided over the years into thinking that telling children they're going on a field trip instead of fighting a battle is something to make a joke of and not be questioned... (Again, I don't blame her she's only like 12 in the book, but still)

Apollo also agrees, which isn't on Chiron but it's a whole mother reason why I can't stand Rick's interpretation of Apollo...

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This isn't me being like "oh Chiron is the worst most evil character ever" I just think that he has numerous flaws which are largely ignored in favor of the "perfect wise teacher" narrative when in fact Chiron and Dumbledore share a lot of.. Offputting qualities.

I do think that some of the situation is simply a result of Chiron having his hands tied behind his back by the gods some. And he even goes so far as to confirm this in a scene of TLT

However many of the scenes in which he exhibits behaviors like that in my first three screenshots are not related to anything the gods require and are, in fact, of Chiron's own free will.

Some things I would blame Zeus and the council for, such as how he withholds information from Percy to an excessive amount for long periods of time even when Percy straight up asks about things. I could easily see that being Zeus trying to prevent Percy from claiming the prophecy as his own, and I could see reasoning that maybe Chiron had sworn over the River Styx or something similar.

But those things don't apply to Chiron making such an unnecessary comment about Percy's mother so close to her "death". It doesn't explain why he would say he hoped Nico had been eaten out loud, and it doesn't cover the fact that he led children into a battlefield without telling them that's what was happening.

I think the context of Chiron's choices and comments would be different if the campers were older. If they were in their late teens or early twenties for the most part, I wouldn't really have much to say about how Chiron handled the situation.

But this man is in charge of children and extremely young teenagers, Percy is only 12 in TLT, maybe if he would have been 16 or 17 then I could give Chiron a pass, but he wasn't. Within the context of the comment he made in the Titan's Curse, Percy is only 14 and Nico is 10 at the beginning of the book... You don't wish a 10 year old had been eaten alive by a monster no matter how bad you think the alternative is, and if you do wish that you don't say it out loud to a group of other children. In the battle from Tower of Nero we get a quick look at the battlefield, and although Ben's age, and the age of another girl fighting alongside him are never confirmed they are implied to be fairly young, and we know Kayla is only 12 at the time too; yet Chiron told them it was a field trip instead of a battle, limiting the time they would have to mentally prepare themselves for what was coming.

On top of that, the nods the reader gets to the fact that Chiron can't act out against the gods depletes over the course of the series. After TLT the amount of times the situation involves the gods interfering with what Chiron is allowed to say lessens, and by the time the Heroes of Olympus series comes around, these limitations on his speech is almost entirely gone. Yet as seen in Tower of Nero he still does morally questionable things in regards to how he treats the campers.

Like I said, I recognize that in many scenes Chiron's hands are tied behind his back because of the gods.. But there are undeniably things he does of his own free will that are, in the nicest manner, very :/

This also isn't a full list of comparisons just a few notable scenes. I don't think Chiron is equally as bad as Dumbledore, but I think it undeniable that Chiron has some significant flaws built into his character design.

A good character has flaws, and there's nothing wrong with having a character that doesn't always conduct themselves properly or have good intentions- it's actually good writing, and I can appreciate that, but for some reason I find myself personally rubbed the wrong way by Chiron. This doesn't make Chiron badly written, or poorly designed, in fact I would say Rick's Chiron is very well designed in lots of ways, but I just don't like how it's never acknowledged by anyone in the series.

Like I said, I'm not starting an anti-Chiron situation, I just think little events like those mentioned, the way he's built a child army, and how he doesn't even try to plead with the gods over raising the ages on campers being allowed to battle is a little sus. But it more so bothers me that there's no attention payed to this problem anywhere in the books, not even by a side character or Luke, nowhere.

I don't actually care that much and this isn't that important to me, but sometimes people ask why I don't like Chiron and this is basically just my explanation to hand off to them... It's not even so much that I dislike Chiron entirely, he's well written and has his "good" moments, I just don't like the way other characters interact with him and his actions.

It's more a personal beef with him rather than an aspect of poor writing or him "being bad"... PJO in general (and HoO/ToA to a much lesser extent) shows that there's not such an inherent good vs bad in the world, and that sometimes people are victims of circumstances in some situations, or they're horribly misguided in their actions, but the series does a good job of showing those people as human still, and I applaud that.

I don't really know how to tie this up in its entirety, but there's nothing wrong with having a morally grey character who does questionable things and in many aspects it is good writing. I think Chiron is a result of Rick not thinking through the implications what he's doing in lots of situations, and I can see a fairly consistent drop in Chiron's characterization from PJO-ToA which is consistent with most other aspects of Rick's work.

I also want to clarify that if you like Chiron and disagree with me, that's absolutely 110% okay, I just personally dislike Chiron and that's on me. Like my problem with many of Rick's other immortal characters, I think he missed important aspects of them in some manner and slightly (or entirely in some cases) mischaracterized them in comparison to their original myths.. Some of these characters he came around on and fixed their character in many aspects to their more "correct" characterization (like Hera), while others (like Chiron and Apollo) he never quite figured them out. Which is a running complaint I have with Rick so I'm just adding this to his tab.

But yeah, I don't hate Chiron I just dislike him and those are different things, and I don't think it's a bad thing to have a morally questionable character, Chiron just personally rubs me the wrong way and I just wanted to explain that more fully because I've been asked about it multiple times.

Also I apologize for not adding a [read more] to this, it's a complaint of mine often when scrolling through the tags but I'm on mobile currently and don't have immediate access to a computer so~

#pjo #Hoo #Chiron pjo #percy jackson #long post

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firerose · 3 years

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The sea

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Percy was happy. The giant war was over, he was studying with Annabeth so

they could move to new Rome soon. He was happy….. until it happened.

The thunderstorm should have been a warning, a sign that the lord of the sky was angry but unfortunately Percy was tired of having to deal with the gods so he chooses not to notice it. He cursed himself for that later.

He had stood up early that morning, awoken by another dream about the hell he and Annabeth had gone through. His mom had already been in the kitchen and he was greeted by her with a warm smile.“ Bad dreams?“, She had asked softly. Percy had only needed to nod and she pulled him into a warm hug. He loved her hugs, he loved that she had forgiven him for being away for so long, he loved his mother for everything. She was the reason the sea inside him was calm.

“Thanks, mom I just wanted to get some fresh air.“, He had told while departing carefully. Percy was grateful for her but he still did not want her to worry too much. If he had only known that this was the last time his mom would hug him, he would have stayed in her arms forever.

Percy had taken his jacket and walked outside and then………

Thunder, a white light crashing down behind him throwing him forward with the price.

He lay still on the street while people around him ran out of their houses screaming in panic.

Percy‘s body was burning, he felt blood running down his forehead but all he could think about was his mom who had been exactly where the explosion went off.

The police later assumed that a lightning strike had hit the apartment by accident but Percy knew better. He was brought to a hospital even though his burns were only small.

He had insisted that he wanted to stay.“Please I have to see if my mom and my stepdad are okay!“, He had begged the paramedics but they did not stop their attempts to get him on the stretcher.“The fire brigade will find them kid. Everything is gonna be okay“, One of them promised but Percy saw in her eyes that it was a hollow promise. His heart ached in despair and when the doors of the ambulance closed tears fell down his cheeks.

The proof came when the police visited him after the doctors had checked him. They looked devastated, of course, no one wants to tell a son the message that his pregnant mother was dead. Percy took the news with a small nod. He could not do more not even cry. He had been through so much that maybe this last thing had broken something inside him. He could not believe that they would do this, that they would kill his mother after he saved them. His thoughts wander to Paul and his unborn baby sister that he has lost as well and the sea in him slowly starts rising.

Annabeth soon heard about his suspicion She stormed into the small hospital room, her face tear-stained. He immediately wrapped her in a hug like it is her that is going through this tragedy.“Percy…...I…..I‘m so sorry.“, She sobbed.“It is not you fault wise girl….he did this.“, Percy claimed and he is surprised by the deadly calmness in his voice.

Annabeth looked at him in confusion but then she understood. Her eyes widened in shock.“No…... Percy……..he wouldn‘t……..“ She tried to say but her unbelieving in her own words stopped her. They both know Nico Di Angelo and they both know his mother died. Percy felt the waves crashing again his chest, he felt them threatening to burst out and so did his rage.“ Come on Annabeth you know Zeus. He is an arrogant asshole who just cares about himself! I fought years for the gods, I went through hell for the gods and now they… they.“, he wasn‘t able to speak anymore, there was too much rage boiling up inside him. He finally processed what happened and the sea in him roared with a desire. A desire for revenge. Annabeth pressed herself closer to him in comfort. She is scared, Percy‘swords scare her and yet she knows that there is nothing she can say to help him. She just hoped that she wasn‘t about to lose him.

Percy was grateful for his girlfriend but he knew that he couldn‘t stay. The longer he stayed, the more his body was trembling and the sea roared louder.“ I want to talk to Zeus. Now.“, He told Annabeth could. She let him go her eyes full of something he never saw in them before.

Panic.

“ No Percy that is not a good idea! If he is targeting you then yelling at him would be a great excuse for him to…….. hurt you.“, She answers logically as always but her tone fearful. Percy can‘t help but feel angry at her words.

“I‘m not scared of Zeus and if he wants to kill me he is welcome to try! My mom did not deserve this you know that as well as I so don‘t try to stop me!“, He nearly yells and he departs from her quickly. The storm in him screams in agreement and he looks forward to setting it free, Annabeth hated herself for making him angrier. She loved Sally too so why doesn‘t she support Percy? What did Zeus or any other god ever do for her? A small voice whispers that she just wants to keep him safe but she can also do that against the gods. She gently grabbed his hand and gave him a weak smile.“Okay just let me come with you.“, She pleads and Percy feeling a warm thankfulness for her calming his waves a bit, smiled back.

The man behind the desk looks at them in shock when they enter the building..“You shouldn‘t be here.“, he claims, his voice sounding a bit concerned. Percy felt cold amusement washing over him.

He killed scarier monsters than this old man. He takes out his sword without a second thought.“ We are exactly where we need to be now let us talk to Zeus or I will try my sword out on you.“, He threatened and did not notice Annabeth‘s worried glance.“You should listen to him! He once took down giant you are no match for him!“, Annabeth‘s voice sounded just as dark as his but she just wanted to keep Percy from doing something he would regret later. The man‘s eyes were stuck on the blade then wandered to Percy‘s eyes as if those could burn him.

He moved back a bit uncomfortable.“ Alright I‘ll let you up.“

Percy felt a sense of victory letting the water rise again. It pushed through his veins and when they entered the small elevator his body tensed from the power it made him feel. The gods would pay for taking his family. They would see what happened if someone pushed him too far. Maybe some days ago he wouldn‘t have felt this darkness but a few days ago he also had a mother. He was overtaken by memories, of her soft voice, her laugh and her hugs. He wondered if it would make her sad to see how angry he was but she certainly was also sad to be killed there was no difference anyway. The memories hurt but they also foiled his anger.

Percy and Annabeth walked down the way to the god's council in silence. The minor gods and nymphs whispered and pointed at them, their eyes worried some even pitiful. They all knew Percy‘s story and they all feared him.

Only Zeus and Hera were in the throne room When Percy walked in his eyes immediately landed on Zeus who glared at him in outrage.“HOW DARE YOU COM HERE?!“, The Lord of the skies shouted in fury but Percy did not even wince. Instead, he glared back.

"How dare you kill my mom?!." Percy spat back. Zeus only looked annoyed but the others gods looked at each other uneasily. Zeus shook his head like he wanted to get rid of a nasty fly.

" My boy, there are things that you don't understand. I'm sorry about your mother but sometimes cruelty is necessary to prevent worse.", Zeus explained and Percy felt as if he had been punched in the gut. How could this all immortal god talk about an innocent woman death like that? He felt disgusted at Zeus rising and Annabeth spoke it out.

"Sally Jackson was a mortal woman! How could she have been any danger to you?", Annabeth asked her voice full of angry disbelief."Well it was more about her child than her, "Hera responded and maybe there was a hint of regret in her voice.

" Silence wife!", Zeus told her harshly but Percy's blood already froze."You.....you killed her because of me?", He asked fear numbing his fury. He hoped that he had just heard wrong but he was the only child of Poseidon so they could only mean him. Zeus sighed as if this whole situation bored him."Apollo gave me a prophecy that said that she would have a child with Poseidon that could end my sign that is all you need to know." Zeus said defensively and a dam in Percy that held back the growing stormy sea finally broke. Zeus had killed his mother because of a prophecy?

Of course, gods always sed prophecies to harm others,

Percy balled his hands into fists his ears ringing." That is your excuse? you were scared so you just killed my pregnant mother in front of me? She was going to have a baby. She was happy and you killed just because of your god complex!" Percy accused Zeus, his voice trembling with anger. The waves were rushing through his veins and he can feel it in the veins of Zeus and Hera as well Not as much but it was there flowing through their veins like calm waves. "I told you you would not understand now leave before I make you Perseus.", Zeus commands but that only makes Percy turn to him.

Persues...

His mother called him that because she wanted him to have a happy life...

Percy slowly opens his hand his senses searching for a certain source of water. When they find it Percy feels a tug in his fingers. He smiles darkly at Zeus."I think you underestimate what I'm capable of my lord. you really should have killed me instead of my loved ones.", Percy muses and he follows the tug by moving his hand forward, pushing back the waves in Zeus body. The god looked stunned for a moment even confused but then his body god thrown back so that his head smashed against his thrown. The stone cracked and Annabeth gasped in shock together with the other gods." Percy!" Annabeth yelled terrified at her boyfriend's power. Percy couldn't hear her. He could only focus on Zeus and how he was held in place by an invisible force his force. He wondered how much he could hurt a god.

He moved his hand to the side and Zeus growled in anger as he tried to resist the painful control he was under. Percy took a deep breath he was not sure what too now should he let Zeus go? Should he show the gods mercy? Then he remembered his mother and how she had died in a fiery explosion. He looked into Zeus blue angry eyes and he calls for the water in the god's throat, His hand makes a gesture like he was strangling someone and immediately Zeus grasps his own his gasps for breath was music in Percy's ears. He feels Annabeth shaking him begging him to stop with sobs in her voice. Hera watches the situation as if it was a very interesting movie. She was not at Percy's side but seeing the man who cheated on her so often be choked to please her too much to interfere.

Percy loved seeing Zeus so helpless, he loved when his other hand made the gods nose bleed with golden blood. Zeus looked in much pain and Percy loved every second of it." Now you know what it feels like to be a demigod. It's painful and you wish that the suffering would end but it never does. How do you like that?", Percy jokes and closes his hand a bit more. Zeus face turned red his eyes nearly popping out of his skull."Percy stop....please stop." Annabeth pleads and there is something in her voice that makes him hesitate." Sally would not want you to do this!", Annabeth said her voice shaking in horror. The words echo in Percy's mind and painful guilt helps to dim his inner flame. What would his mother say if she could see him right now? He was harming others with his powers just like Zeus had.

His rage dies down like the sea after a long storm. He opens his hand and lets go of Zeus blood. The god nearly fell off his throne as he gasps for air. Percy still felt satisfaction at that sight. He turned to Annabeth who held onto his arm, her face pale from what she had seen." I'm sorry Annabeth.", He said and he really meant it. He shouldn't have scared her like this, he should have just told her not to come with him. Annabeth gently squeezes his hand. She understood Percy#s anger and she even shares it but she still prays that he will never lose himself to his power ever again. Zeus had regained his strength and his eyes blazed with electricity." YOU WILL DIE FOR THIS!", Zeus yells but Percy only felt a surge of frustration at those threats. After all that had happened to Zeus, he was still a god that was full of himself and would not learn anything from this. Percy looked at him coldly." No, I will not. Haven't you learned what happens when you make me angry?" Percy asked dangerously calm. He felt tired of all this talking and especially Zeus. He took Annabeth's hand and left as he suspected no one tries to stop them. The sea in his body has calmed down again but Zeus who is watching him from his throne can tell that he has changed. The sea can start raging again any moment and maybe it was Percy that the prophecy referred to. Maybe he will be the end of the gods after all.

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notes-from-sarah · 3 years

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What Does Ahsoka Have Against Kanan?

All throughout the show Star Wars: Rebels it really seems like Ahsoka has some sort of beef with Kanan that he’s unaware of. She frames it like she’s some sort of wise, all-knowing being who really knows what’s best, but at the end of the day she really just seems to have it out for him.

Let’s look at the evidence:

Season 1, Episode 14 - Rebel Resolve

Ahsoka as Fulcrum tells Hera that Kanan knew the risks and not to rescue him.

Fulcrum: Kanan knew the risks, accepted them. I'm sorry, but you must focus on your next objective.

Hera: But, Fulcrum, Kanan is our objective. We can still find him.

Fulcrum: At what cost? You? Your unit? The overall mission? There's something else, Hera. The transmission Ezra was able to beam out has attracted attention, not just from civilians, but from the highest levels of the Empire.

Hera: It was Kanan's plan. I guess it worked.

Fulcrum: Your mission was to be unseen, unnoticed, and now -

Hera: Kanan wanted to inspire people. He wanted to give them hope.

Fulcrum: Well, he was successful. But if you are caught, if Ezra is caught, that hope will die. To protect your unit, to protect Ezra, you must stop your search for Kanan and go into hiding.

She was willing to let him be tortured and killed by the Empire, or even turned into an Inquisitor because of the bigger mission. A mission, by the way, that Kanan didn’t sign up for or even know about.

Season 2, Episode 3-4 - The Lost Commanders and Relics of the Old Republic

Ahsoka sends Kanan to Seelos to talk to Rex without warning him that it was clones he was going to be talking too. She knew what he had gone through with Order 66 (especially in the context of Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Season 7) but she sent him without warning anyway. If Rex hadn’t been right there, and been so calm, it could have been a blood bath.

Rex: I haven't heard those digits in... Well, that's my birth number.

Ezra: Birth number?

Kanan: They're clones!

Ezra: Kanan, wait. Stop!

Wolffe: Jedi. They've come for revenge.

Zeb: Drop the blaster, old man.

Gregor: Don't try it, boyo! I'll gun you down.

Rex: Stand down, troopers. Now! That's an order, soldier.

Wolffe: But he's a Jedi. A Jedi!

Rex: I know. I know. But they weren't the ones that betrayed us. Remember? Wolffe, remember?

Ezra: Kanan, Ahsoka said to trust them.

Rex: Sorry about the, um, weapons malfunction. My friend here is just a little defensive. See, we haven't seen a Jedi since, uh. Well, it's been a while.

If Ezra had reacted slightly differently, or Rex been away for some reason, the whole thing might have ended in disaster all because Ahsoka didn’t give Kanan any warning. Throughout the show Kanan is depicted as a reasonable guy. He is also someone who can be talked into just about anything and is more than able to put aside his own feelings in order to serve a greater purpose. Ahsoka could have easily told him who he was going to be finding, and even gone with him, but she insisted on springing a traumatic event on him with no forewarning and expected him to be okay. This was just plain cruel on her part.

Season 2, Episode 21-22 - Twilight of the Apprentice Part I and II

Ahsoka tells Kanan to trust Maul. Even before season 7 reset the context this wasn’t very wise, Maul is clearly a dark side user and interested in driving a wedge between Kanan and Ezra, but Ahsoka allows it even after she’s had many experiences fighting dark side users during the Clone Wars.

If you add in the recontextualization of Season 7 it’s even worse! Ahsoka knows Maul is a Sith and specifically fought him so that he couldn’t continue wrecking havoc on the galaxy. She knows he isn’t trustworthy and knows he’s dangerous for Ezra, but she convinces Kanan to trust him anyway.

Ezra [about Maul]: I say we stay with him.

Kanan: Yeah? Well I say we go, so that settles is.

Maul: Are you such cowards that you’d run from this chance to defeat your enemies? Who slaughter your friends?

Ezra: Kanan?

[Kanan looks at Ahsoka, she nods in agreement]

...

Ezra: I say we split up. Trust me.

Maul: Excellent. You will find another lift on the far side. We will meet again on the next terrace.

[Maul and Ezra go up on lift]

Ahsoka: He’ll be fine.

Kanan: Yeah? How do you know that?

Ahsoka: Because, you taught him.

Spoiler alert, it was not fine.

Maul ends up attacking Kanan and blinding him who only trusted the Sith because Ahsoka said too. If she’d backed Kanan up and agreed that Maul was too dangerous and unpredictable to trust then Kanan wouldn’t have been blinded and Ahsoka wouldn’t have died.

Season 4, Episode 13 - The World Between Worlds

After Kanan dies and Ezra enters the World Between Worlds and is able to rescue Ahsoka from her death, she tells Ezra not to rescue Kanan from his.

Ezra: I can reach him.

Ahsoka: Ezra, Kanan gave his life so that you could live. If he’s taken out of this moment, you all die.

Ezra: You don’t understand what you’re asking me to do.

Ahsoka: Yes, I do. You can’t save your master and I can’t save mine. I’m asking you to let go.

She leaves him to die a pointless death and has zero interest in using her seemingly limitless Force powers to save Kanan. Ahsoka is one of the most powerful Jedi/Force users ever shown on screen, she goes against countless obstacles with little trouble and yet she’s perfectly okay to let Kanan die a horrible death that she could definitely prevent because she’d rather preach to Ezra about letting go (which feels particularly empty, by the way, since her master isn’t actually dead). This is the same thing she said at the end of Season 1 to Hera: let Kanan die, he knew what he was doing.

Why is she like this? Why does she not care if Kanan lives or dies? Why is she so okay with throwing him away, ignoring his trauma, overriding his intuition and preventing others from rescuing him too? Why doesn’t she seem to value him at all? What does Ahsoka Tano have against Kanan Jarrus?

#Ahsoka Tano #Kanan Jarrus #Fight me Dave Filoni #Star Wars: Rebels #Rebels #Yes I'm angry about a five year old cartoon #Getting this off my chest helped though #Negative #Negativity #Critical #A bit of hyperbole

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image-thot · 3 years

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A Song of the Gods- Chapter 3

“Alright, I will marry him.” She said in defeat. Heras tone changes completely from menacing to happy in a mere second.

“Oh, I just knew you would, but don't fret my dear,” she said as she lightly embraced Alyx. “Your wedding ceremony won't actually take place for another six weeks; this will give you and Ares time to adjust to your new linked lives.”

Hera nearly let out a giggle in the thought of it. “Now you go run along.” she waved her hand dismissively as Alyx went to leave.

“One more thing, should I or Ares catch you and Hermes being too overly friendly, there will be server consequences.” She said with a smirk as Alyx made her way out of the garden.

She tried desperately to stop the hot tears from spilling down her face as she made her way quickly back to her chambers. She desperately wanted the company of her beloved Hermes but knowing that it could cause him harm, she was not sure if she should seek him out.

She slipped into her chambers closing the doors behind, the tears starting to roll down her face. The voice of Hermes cut through the barrage of thoughts causing her to freeze.

“Ah, you've returned my love! I have already drawn us a bath, to relieve you of whatever stress Hera has Caus-” As Hermes rounded the corner from the private bath to the main room, he could immediately see and feel something was wrong and within a heartbeat, he had her wrapped in his arms.

After a few seconds of her crying into his tunic, he slightly parted from her to assess whether there was any physical wounded to her. If the circumstance were any different, she would have commented on how cute he looked right then and there.

“My love, what has Hera done to you.” Hermes question bringing his forehead to rest on hers in an attempt to comfort her. “Has she caused any injuries of the mind or-”

“She has commanded me to wed Ares.” She says as tears fall down her cheeks as she looks away from him. “If I refused, she would have killed you and-”

“Tell me you didn’t accept this!?” Hermes almost shouted at her. “I would have fought all the gods here in Olympus if it meant I would be with you.”

“I had no choices...” she whispered out; Hermes started to carefully wipe away her tears.

“Sshh, I hate to see you cry. I’m sure we can work something out; they can’t see everything.” Hermes chuckle to attempt to lighten the mood.

“Hera said that if she or Ares caught us together, she would do more than just kill you.” Alyx moves away from Hermes and turns her back to him. “I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

“I would take a thousand swords for you and you know that.” He made his way to hug her, he nuzzled into the side of her neck. “You know this, I would only assume that she threatened to bring him into this.”

Alyx could only nod, she wishes she could have stood up to Hera and defended her right to choose who she married or bed. She felt so useful and an utter fool, she closed her eyes to try and calm herself. That is when she heard it, the sound of heavy feet and armour making their way down the halls. She knew it would have to be Ares, her eyes open in shock as she turns around and starts to push Hermes towards the window.

“What are you do-” a startled Hermes says as he is quickly interrupted by Alyx.

“It’s Ares, I can hear him coming! You have to leave now! Or Hera will have our heads.” She said in a hushed voice as Hermes nods in understanding, he places a kiss atop her forehead.

“I will do everything in my power to try and prevent this sham marriage from coming to be.” He said climbing onto the window ledge. “I shall for you return later My love.”

With that Hermes skilfully jumped from the window and into the garden below and without a second to spare as the loud knocks of the War god could be heard. Though she almost drowns them out by simply watching Hermes rum towards the next set of buildings. If it weren’t for the second round of loud knocks at the door would have continued to watch him.

She slowly made her way to the doors, reaching for the handles she pulls the door back to reveal a rather stern-looking Ares.

It would have been obvious to any of the gods that she had been crying, her slightly puffy eyes and wet cheeks clear giveaways to her feelings at the time. Unfortunately, Ares either chooses to ignore this or is too oblivious by his own lack of emotion aside from rage to even comprehend the thought.

“What do you want Ares? I’m not particularly seeking your company now.” She tried to contain her voice.

“Well I thought we should spend some time together, may I come in?” Ares stated and looked past her noticing the open window. He knew who was once in this room but wanting to start this on the right foot he waited for her to invite him into her chambers.

“Why would I want to do that? ” She starts to close the door on him, which only results in a larger hand stopping the door's movement before pushing it back open. This silently startled Alyx, all though Ares is an aggressive man never had she made him so angry that he would force his way into her room. She had seen him do it to Apollo, but never to her or his half-sisters. She allowed the door to opened as she moved away and towards the lounging and sitting chairs.

“As your future husband, it’s important that we have a good understanding of one another. I’m also aware that we of late, haven’t spent a great deal of time together.” She wanted to laugh at that as she sat down, she had not spoken to him since the last harvest festival which wasn’t really speaking more so him being so drunk actually interacted with Apollo, Hermes and her. “As I am fairly certain you don’t partake in the fighting ring.” He says taking a seat opposite her.

“I still partake, though obviously not enough to get to your brothers’ level.” She says with a clear tone of annoyance present in her voice.

“I just thought you had enough after the giants…” Ares spoke trailing off to look over her body. Alyx held a glare at Ares as she shifted her body to glance out the window, she did not want to listen to his small talk any longer.

“What do you really want Ares?” She turned to glare at the man who half-heartedly glared at her. “If this is a petty way at getting some sort of revenge against-” She started to yell at him before he cut her off with a loud booming voice.

“If this was about that bastard Hermes, I would of beat him to a mere inch of his life taken you inforont of the bastard until there is nothing left of you but a whimpering pile of bloody flesh!” he shouted at her coming to a stand in front of her. She was shocked by his sudden outburst, though she was prepared to defend herself as she made a glance towards her staff then looked back up to Ares who's gaze softened as he knelt in front of her. “But I do not want that, I want you. I want something that would make all other gods jealous” he gently says to her while taking her hands. “We could be that I want us to be that.”

“That would require mutual feelings,” she says removing her hands from his. “Which we do not have.”

“Yet,” he said with a sigh standing and turning around. “You’ve spent almost our whole lives giving Hermes and Apollo all of your attention, you don't know what you could have if you to only see two people.”

“I knew it!” She shouted standing up “this is because of your Jealousy! Because you want something you cannot have! So what? You go to your mother and b-” A loud slap echoed off the walls of the room and dangerous red eyes glared a shocked violet and blue ones.

“If you ever talk like that to me again, I’ll-” he was cut off by the sudden sound of Alyx voice almost going into a scream as her eyes gave him a glowing glare.

“Unless you want to lose that fucking hand of yours, Get then fuck out now!” Ares glared at her but did not say anything as he walked to the door.

“I expect you to meet me in arena gardens for dinner,” he said gruffly before leaving the room slamming the door behind him.

As her eyes stopped glowing, she brought her hand up to rub the cheek where Ares had struck. Although the pain to her cheek had quickly faded the pain that was still fresh in her heart seem to only continue to grow.

#apollo #blood of zeus #hermes #hera #zeus #ares #orginal character #oc x canon #fanfic #writing #ao3 #archive of our own #fluff #tense #fuck sake #idk ho

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elsapheonix · 3 years

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Wolffe with a halo

“Hey Wolffe, look there's a letter here” Gregor called

“Alright” I called

“It’s for you can I read it?” Gregor asked

“For me? Uhh no I’ll be there in just a second” I said and I left the Bedroom and went the table where Gregor was. He handed me the Letter. My breath caught when I saw the handwriting on the envelope

Return Address:

Wild space Coordinates

G-9 76937-O-930

Commander Wolffe Koon

Seelos

AT-AT Imperial Walker

“Oh my….” I said trailing off and then I tore into the letter before my fear caused me to throw it away.

My Beloved Wolffe Koon,

Kah-ta-yar Wolffe, how are you after all these years? These year go by slow without you here by my side, it’s been so long. I still love you more than anything else. Especially more than my own life. I even discarded rules for you. The Jedi Code was probably the biggest one, but I didn't care and i still don't. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think about you, not a day goes by without me missing you, my Angel. It’s so hard being away from you day in and day out. It’s hard to do anything without you. You were, still are, and will always be my everything, my life, my world, my angel and my reason for living, for fighting, for existing. I believe it’s the will of the force that we meet and that I fell in love with you. Too me you are an Angel from the force. I could go on but then I’d need an entire notebook and it’s not easy to put a notebook in a envelope. You would know.

Do you ever think of the good times, Angel? About the Clone wars? I know I do. Almost everyday. The wolfpack was my family, My clan, My Aliit. Although they are not really my Brothers It sometimes felt as they were. Aliit ori'shya tal'din, Family is more than blood. I loved each and everyone of them, no man was just a clone. Losing then was the worst part of Order 66.

I miss everything of the clone wars, i guess when you grow up in a war zone you come too miss it when life changes. I miss taking down clankers, pranking shinnies with boost, leading assaults, hanging out with boost and sinker, destroying astromechs, fighting the sith, disobeying direct orders, Pissing off Rex, being able to use my lightsabers, spending countless hours with you doing ship duties, us breaking rules just so Master Plo would put us on deck duty while they all went down to battle, our countless arguments, even the ones over stupid things, scaring you with my piloting, you spending the night with me when I had the bad dreams, goofing off while doing paper work with you and the time we spent in the med after one of us had gotten hurt. I miss you're singing, and the silly little pet names you had for me. Most of all I miss Master Plo and you. I miss you more than him, Angel.

I had thought I had lost you forever after the purge, I wish I had not left you Angel, it has bothered me for longer than i can remember. I was a fool when I thought we were better a part, when in reality we are always better together. I had an harder time hiding from the empire on my own, I actually have been captured and escaped many times each time changing my name. I now go by Elisa Koon and have not been captured since Ahsoka and I started the rebels. I’ve made many reckless and stupid decisions. Some of them i’m sure would had been prevented had you been with me or had I stayed with you. I was a coward for leaving you and running like i did. I was afraid. I didn't even thank you for saving my life, Didn't even say goodbye. I abandoned you and I’m so so sorry.

I would like to see you again even if you don't look the same as you did before. It’s been so long and Rex says I need to stop pushing people away, I haven’t let anyone get close to me. He’s right I need to stop pushing people away and locking them out, Especially my Angelic Riduur. Speaking of Rex he couldn't figure out who I was and I eventually had to tell him who I was then he told me that you and gregor were camping out in an Imperial Walker on Seelos hunting Juppa's. That doesn't seem like a good way to spend the rest of your days.

Personally I think you’d be better off here with me Angel. I know you don't want too join our fight against the empire and you don't have to if you don't want too. I would never make you do anything. If you were to come I will protect you, I won't let anyone hurt you, never again. You remember that promise I made too you after Kholum right? Well, I’ll still stand too it. No one is ever going to hurt you again on my watch, not if I can help it, Angel.

I don't use my Lightsabers much anymore unless I have too, but I do keep them on me at all times, hidden of course. I mentioned I had to use a different name right? Elisa Koon, I have it as the shortened version of my real name Elizabeth Koon, Force how I hate that name. I’ve lost count of how many I have had. All have been shortened versions of my real one. I’ve used a different last name every time. I’ve been El Vizsla, Eliz Diana, Lily Uma, Lisa Tiana, Lisbeth Bonjo, Ela Vila, Izzy Tuttle, Libby Gulo, Beth Di Angelo, Bess Lupus, Bette Kyzie, Bessie Humble, and once I even used my full name Elizabeth Phoenix. Now I am Elisa Koon.

I decided it was time that I went back to my married name. I have even started to wear the diamond band you gave me again. If you do come I would like to redo our vows or even do a public wedding since the one we had was private. I’m sure you’d like that to.

We have found many of our Vods, Angel. Several of them, like yourself, don't want too fight so we provide them shelter and protection, I’m over that part of the rebellion. Some of them fight only as a last resort if we are really in a pickle, actually that's how all of them are. They like to help with planning and spare small jobs we have that need to be done, Comet, Sinker and Boost are some of the ones that are around.

The rebellion is lead by Ahsoka Tano, Separatist leader Commander Sato, Hera Syndulla and myself. We have been helping many systems who are in need because of the empire. Oh yeah, Senator bail Organa and princess Leia Organa secretly lead us in our fight while pretending to support the empire. I’ve edited my Armor, added extensions to it and made it bigger so it would fit me, I also changed it’s color from purple to grey. It’s markings match the ones on you're clone armor.

If you and Gregor do come I’ll find a cure for your fast aging. We’ve found cures for the ones that are here, aside from Rex, but it’s different for every clone, we have a serem but it has to be altered for every clone, we are currently altering it for Rex and I’m sure we could alter the serum for gregor. Not so sure about yourself since at one point you were a Werewolf. We may have to unblock the werewolf part of your blood, which would make you a wolf again.

I know you might not be too keen too that Idea but I highly doubt the serum could be altered for you seeing as you have wolfblood in you still. It wasn't actually removed like you thought I just used the force to contain it and make it inactive. We will try to do the serum but if we can't i’m going to free the wolf-blood. I don’t want you to die on me anytime soon. I don’t think I could live without you my beautiful Angel. It’s not fair that we are the same age yet you're near the end of your life.

It’s boring here, some of these guys have less personality than some of than some of the shinnes fresh off of Kamino did. And that’s saying something.

After battles were always fun with you and the wolfpack. Especially if Rex and the 501st were involved. Those boys were always having a party. I remember Rex’s favorite phrase at those times “It’s always a party in the 501st”

Master Skywalker is not Darth Vader like we thought he was. So the mystery of who Darth Vader is, is still open. Master Skywalker is currently being held at an imperial complex. Highest security one. I think the emperor is keeping him alive too use his force signature too give to whomever darth vader is too make it seem as if master Skywalker is Darth Vader.

I know for a fact he’s not I came across files, imperial files of where he is being kept and his cell number. That's not information I can put in this letter. I have a few guesses at who Vader is.

I think he is Master Jrul, Master Pong Krell, or Master Quinlan Vos. Though he could be another fallen Jedi I think these three are the most likely. This would be a conversation best for comms or better yet being face to face.

I really wish you were here with me Angel, I need someone who understands me. I need you more than I ever thought my Angel.

If you decide to come you can write and I’ll come pick you up or you can just call Rex, I’m not in the command center often so the chances of them getting a comm message to me is slim.

Hope too see you again Angel,

Love,

Elsa Phoenix-Koon

“I...She….” I stumbled over the words I wanted to say. Gregor took the letter from my hands, I was in complete shock and could feel my eyes starting to water. “She still loves me” I finally choke out

“Of course she does Wolffe, she’s your wife, she’ll love you no matter what” Gregor says

“She’d be safer finding someone else” I say

“You don’t really belive that do you?” Gregor says

“I miss her, but I don’t want to risk hurting her” I say

“I doubt you could ever hurt her, she’s a strong kid” Gregor says, “We should go, sounds too me that she really wants you there”

“But…”

“No buts” Gregor says “I’m comning Rex”

“Wonderful” I say when Gregor leaves the room.

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megatraven · 3 years

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Past life lovers to present Enemies to lover Alex x Mc AU be like MC and Alex work at HERA but don't get along at all because MC is trying to be like her mom, reforming HERA and all but Alex grew up with the gods so wants to keep the status quo of the company, so they butt heads all the time. I wouldn't say they HATE each other, but they dislike each other greatly because they can't agree on anything. They're like work enemies, no one wants to get between those two or be in the same room as them. That's all I can think of rn but Alex is def the first one to get the past lives flashes. Maybe Hera plays a role in this where she's low-key preventing MC from getting access to her past lives memories? Maybe unintentionally? Maybe intentionally because with her memories, Hera would be discovered? I don't know, that's all I got -Alex Anon

OOOO VERY INTERESTING I???? LOVE IT

consider also..... bringing the titans into play here.

the titans are a little extreme in their points of view, but MC doesn’t disagree with them, per se. she agrees that the world could benefit from knowing of the gods’ presence, and that humans shouldn’t be left so in the dark about things. she doesn’t like the destruction the titans tend to cause, but she can’t say she blames them for acting out either, especially considering that most of them attacking are the children of titans who had fought in a war against the gods and lost- and that they shouldn’t be punished the way they have been for something they had no part in.

alex, of course, would share the gods’ views on the titans, and would be very against humans finding everything out. they already work so hard to keep everything under wraps from the humans of the world, and MC’s thoughts on the subject directly oppose them.

so there’s always this big argument just kind of simmering underneath every other interaction they have

unfortunately for alex, mc is one of the best agents in all of HERA- she works harder than just about anyone, she’s smart and a quick-thinker, good under pressure. so they end up working with her a lot more than they’d like to.

same goes for her- alex is also one of the best, and their skills and charm tend to go along perfectly with her own skillset and determination. there’s no one else who rivals her in that department, that’s for sure.

they can only seem to agree on things or chill out when things are especially dire. like, say, when a half-titan goes rogue and steals all the gods’ artifacts and starts handing them off to random humans. mc knows better than to push her points when something that dangerous is happening, and alex knows better than to butt heads with her when a god’s full power nearly strikes her down.

there are those really rare moments, where they work together seamlessly, where the bigger picture is more important, where maybe they don’t dislike each other as much as they might think they do, where maybe, just maybe, they do whatever they can to keep the other safe.......

and it starts in those moments, where alex sees a scene from a past life. they’re carrying MC to the infirmary- she tried to protect them, them, a demigod- and they remember carrying her before, when they both carried different names, when the world was newer than it was now. they remember the way that she caressed their cheek, and looked at them so lovingly, how their love gave her the strength to do it, and how now, she’s simply unconscious in their arms

they remember when she fought by their side, sword in hand, lovers on a battlefield, and they remember coming out victorious with her.

they might try to bring it up, but they’re only met with confusion, and that frustrates them into butting heads with her even more.

but she doesn’t remember the way that they do.

sometimes, sometimes she’ll react to them in a way a lover might. a gentle touch that is distinctly unprofessional, or that at least goes beyond friendly when it’s held too long. a sympathetic gaze that seems almost foreign on her face when she’s looking at them. or maybe she’ll take their hand in hers to drag them along somewhere for a case, and she forgets to let go.

those are the ways that she remembers what they used to be together, but nothing else surfaces.

at least, not until they discover that she’s got Hera’s potential, and alex’s heart breaks all over again.

maybe it’s that pain and grief, knowing that they might lose her again, as they had so long ago, that reaches out to her memories, held at bay by the goddess’ power, and pulls them out.

and they both remember, what love they used to have, and it’s- it’s a lot. there’s a lot of adjustments they need to make, a lot of conversations they need to have, a lot of arguments they need to talk through and settle that just didn’t exist back then, and if left unchecked will only hurt them now. no matter how infuriating they might find each other at times, it’s not as if they never cared for one another, after all

but at the end of the day, they have one another, and they know that they can get through it somehow. they have to believe in that, at least.

(wow im sorry this totally got away from me LMAO the brain is rlly running wild on this one)

#and i oop----#alex x mc #alex cyprin #afk mc #astoria #lovestruck

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skullsandwineglasses · 4 years

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Ashes of Love Ep 40 Impressions

It’s a very standard mythology/fantasy romance drama where the male lead is a brooding, high ranking war god who falls hard for a bubbly, vulnerable, and naive spirit/fairy who barely ranks as an angel (but who is really of noble birth).

Deng Lun and Yang Zi have easy chemistry, though you don’t really feel the full effects of their acting until the episodes when they’re in the mortal realm. They’re great actors, but they don’t really bring anything new to the table until their characters are given more depth when they’re out of the heavenly realm.

DL plays Xufeng, a near-perfect love interest in both the immortal and mortal realms. It’s easy to see the appeal of the drama because his character is essentially a wish fulfillment fantasy. He’s romantic, protective, reasonable, willing to love Jin Mi unconditionally, and just all around a flawless character (this is problematic though, as I’ll explain below).

On the other hand, while Xufeng is the ultimate hero, Jin Mi is the repressed victim who isn’t even allowed to have romantic feelings for anyone (literally) since her heart is sealed off by her mother’s spell (read: pill).

This is where is gets frustrating. The angst in this drama comes from the fact that Jin Mi isn’t able to fully reciprocate Xufeng’s feelings, even though deep down she wants to. She’s emotionally stunted because apparently people are able to enter her heart and re-seal it, as if her feelings are a switch that can be turned on and off.

She has no agency in the immortal/heavenly realm. Everyone makes decisions for her, trying to decide what’s best for her, and keeps her in the dark. In the mortal realm, where she’s uninhibited, she’s able to love and make her own decisions, and live on her own terms. She breaks the rules and follows her heart. Despite being veiled by a mask, mortal Jin Mi is more of a free spirit than the immortal Jin Mi who feels that she needs to consult her elders and afraid of offending them. The scene where mortal Jin Mi confesses that she loves the king was hella cathartic because she finally expresses what she feels freely and loudly. We’re 40 episodes into the drama, and Jin Mi still can’t freely think, or even feel, for herself. When she returned to the heavenly realm, it was like having taken 10 steps forward then 20 steps back.

Jin Mi doesn’t make things happen, but instead things happen to her. Everyone’s fighting over her and she doesn’t even know it.

This drama is also filled with cliche tropes:

-The false sibling trope (like in the Mortal Instruments) -The unwanted arranged marriage trope -Instead of a “memory loss” trope, you have a “feeling loss” trope where she loses her ability to love -There’s a revenge plot passed down from a previous generation (the whole your-mother-killed-my-mother) -The father/son mirror trope where the sons falls for the daughter of their father’s past lover -The reincarnation trope (which tbh was probably the highlight of the drama)

I feel like all that’s missing is some sort of love potion trope and a stolen identity trope.

With less than half way to go, there are still 3 things that need to happen based on the promos, so I’m guessing that the “angst” has only just gotten started.

-we see that Jin Mi goes ahead with the wedding to Runyu, but Xufeng crashes the wedding. -Xufeng becomes the demon king somehow -There’s more crying from Jin Mi, and a scene where we see Xufeng walk away from her, which is out of character for him since he’s never turned his back on her. He’s always the one chasing after her, so it’ll be interesting to see what prompts this scene.

The problem with this drama is that the angst comes from external sources. Everyone is trying to get between XF and JM to keep them apart. The time in the mortal realm showed us that XF and JM have no problem being together. The plot is just trying to create problems by cramming people between them.

There’s a Zeus-like emperor. An evil Hera-like empress. An evil, jealous princess. An evil, jealous prince (with a tragic backstory).

As the comments say, the heavenly realm seems to have the most evil people. The only non-stereotypical, non-caricature character is probably the demon princess who’s main goal isn’t to try and sabotage the relationship between the main leads.

The problem with all these external obstacles and with Xufeng’s near perfect characterization is that the drama isn’t so much as angsty as it is frustrating and intellectually condescending. When I think of angsty stories, I think of stories in which characters cause their own downfall. Stories in which characters make decisions that come back to haunt them later down the line.

For instance:

Love and Destiny Probably the closest comparison to Ashes of Love yet also the least angsty and frustrating. The obstacles that Ling Xi and Jiu Chen face only bring them closer together instead of tearing them apart. They have a few misunderstandings that are quickly resolved. The biggest angsty plot point was when (spoiler) JC has to kill moral LingXi pre-maturately to ensure that she keeps her immortality. We sympathize with Jiu Chen because we know it’s the only way to save Ling Xi, and we can’t say he didn’t try to be honest with her. He literally told her that she’s not a mortal and who she really is, but of course as a mortal, she can’t bring herself to believe that. Still, the angst here is that the characters are trying their best to reach out to each other, and yet they are also the very ones blocking each other out. Ah Mo feels like she’s just Ling Xi’s replacement, because she can’t understand that she’s both Ling Xi and Ah Mo.

Journey of Flower The angst that started the fantasy angst trend in the mid-2010s. BZH’s flaw is that he puts his responsibility and his morals above everything else, even himself. He’d rather repress his feelings than betray the world he’s tasked with protecting. This means that he’d sacrifice everything in order to uphold his morals, including HQG. He thinks that he can betray her because he’d make it up to her by killing himself (until she prevents him from doing so in order to punish him, much to his dismay). His flaw is that he’s too righteous. HQG’s flaw is that she trusts in him too much.

Goodbye My Princess LCY isn’t just flawed, but he’s a straight up villain who’s willing to kill innocent people (even his own family) if he feels desperate, jealous, or betrayed. He’s selfish and malicious, and ultimately his punishment is to live out the rest of his days in regret and loneliness. Even during the episodes where he thought he was protecting XF, he pushed it way overboard. There was really no reason to go as far as he did in the name of trying to “protect” her. GMP is a good example of a plot where there are characters who make choices with unexpected consequences, and other characters who make choices in spite of the consequences. But overall, the hate that the characters felt for others (and themselves) were driven by their own choices and actions. They were the cause of their own downfall.

Eternal Love Again, the angst stemmed from Ye Hua’s flawed thinking that he can keep everything under control. His mistaken assumption that he can protect Su Su by hurting her. His flawed logic that he can destroy her livelihood (by taking away her eyes) but justifies it by thinking that he’d be able to keep her alive with him, which is all that matters to him.

Comparisons In all these dramas, the male character thinks that the best way of protecting the female character is to pretend to be indifferent about her. They think that pretending not to love her is the best way to protect her, despite the consequence of hurting her in the process. They’re always making decisions for her, thinking for her.

The female character wants to hate the male character but can’t bring herself to do so because she still loves him, so she ends up hating herself for not being strong enough to hate him. She then kills herself and is “reborn” as someone with more agency and courage to not only hate him, but to also protect herself so that she no longer needs him.

Ashes of Love is the opposite. Jin Mi wants to love Xufeng, but is prevented from doing so because everyone else seems to have access and control to her heart except herself. Xufeng is different from these other male characters because he doesn’t hide his love. In fact, he’s desperate to try to show Jin Mi how much he loves her. It’s a completely different dynamic. It makes Xufeng an easy character to like, but it prevents any kind of character growth in either Xufeng or Jin Mi. It doesn’t look like Jin Mi is going to “grow” insomuch as be liberated. It’s just annoying how she isn’t allowed to grow and how everyone keeps running circles around her.

It’s also exhausting. It feels like the drama can drag on and on because the plot can just keep throwing obstacles at them, which it looks like it’s going to do. In other dramas, you usually know what to look forward to: it’s usually when the moment of truth is revealed and when the main characters redeem themselves. There’s no redemption plot to look forward in this (maybe for the 2nd male lead). Instead, you’re waiting for all the secondary characters who are obstacles to be eliminated so that the leads finally have an unobstructed path to each other. It would say this is much more of a plot-driven drama than a character-driven drama.

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thedistantstorm · 4 years

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Tribute: A Kalluzeb Story

Fandom: Star Wars Rebels

Pairings: Kallus/Zeb (kalluzeb)

Chapter: 1 of 3?? (TBD, but I’m thinking 3)

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Summary: Zeb works on a gift for Kallus, to replace something he’s lost. It’s a gateway to a conversation Zeb wants to have in the future, but there’s something a bit more urgent they need to talk about first.

Notes: This is a little something I’m working on since this Thursday is #rebelsremembered day. I’m so so so new to the fandom, but Rebels has quickly ascended to be my favorite of all the SW series out there, so here’s a 2-3 part story featuring Kalluzeb + Hera, not too long after Lothal’s liberation. It's a little angsty, marinated in hurt/comfort, baked with love, and garnished with humor, but I hope you enjoy my first (official) Rebels fanfic.

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Garazeb Orrelios leans over his makeshift workbench in the Ghost's cargohold with a focus that borders on the extreme. He very carefully marks out each and every motion he plans to take with a tiny graphite writing utensil that threatens to snap in his grip without any effort at all. Hunched over the smaller weapon, he spares a glance toward the far larger one off to his left. Suspended between empty crates over a small tarp pilfered from Sabine’s room to prevent any lacquer from dripping onto the floor, his AB-75 gleams under the fluorescents. The metallic bayonet is polished, the weapon’s frame drying with the guards taped up to prevent any errant drips, though he’s done this enough times to know just how thick the lacquer needs to be to prevent it from running. It hardly takes an hour for the finish to cure, but he always gives it two to prevent any tacky, sticky residue from taking residence in his fur due to his impatience.

Though he doesn't have the five fingers his human friends have, his craftsmanship does not suffer for it. Besides, he knows his way around a bo-rifle. These weren’t weapons made by human hands. This one had been meant to be a happy surprise. These were made by his people.

And this weapon’s purpose was to be a gift that opened a doorway to a conversation, later on.

When Zeb learned that these weapons were still the preferred weapons of Lira San’s overwhelmingly peaceful regime, he had been overjoyed. Chava had seen to it that he be provided with repair parts for his own. Though they were designed to stand up to the test of time and be passed between generations, maintenance would always be necessary, and upkeep of one’s weapon mandatory.

Kallus had lost his, in the course of his defection. Zeb, having heard about Thrawn's "collection," was certain that Kallus's weapon, the bo-rifle he'd earned through skill and honor despite the circumstances that lead to it, was aboard the Chimaera. And Thrawn and Ez- the Chimaera was gone.

He leans back and shakes his head briefly, trying to reorient his brain. Focus on the design, he reminds himself. Don’t let your mind wander. He had done his own weapon first, sampled the design on purpose. This rifle is brand new, unlike his own. He wants it to be perfect. He looks over the stock and the first design he’d etched with painstaking care to the one Sabine had drawn, taped to the wall in front of him. It was more complicated, but he’d seen more ornate designs back on Lasan. Sabine might not think it as good as if she’d done it, but he had to be the one.

“Hard at work, I see,” Hera calls from behind him.

Zeb grumbles good naturedly, rubs the back of his head as he turns. “You should be sleepin’,” He reminds her.

She rubs her belly in response, eyebrows arching in a sarcastic reply. “I know my limits,” She reminds him. He hears what she doesn’t say: I’m pregnant, not an invalid.

He spends a lot of time with her, so to him, she shows. She’s been holding off on letting rebel leadership know, afraid they’ll ground her, but any day now someone’s going to figure it out. He understands that she needs to keep moving, understands the kind of loss she’s working through. The kind they all are, really, but she has reason to take it harder than most, if you ask him. He’s appointed himself as her watchman, and while he tries not to be overbearing, he’s not afraid to go toe to toe with her for her own health.

“I thought Kallus would be back by now,” She says, after a moment. That she doesn’t know where her people are is more of a tell to her frayed mental state than any emotional indicator.

“Some mission with a new agent,” Zeb reminds her. “Hush-hush Fulcrum business. You probably know more than me.” He pulls down a crate from a stack piled up in the corner to face him and she takes the hint to sit.

“Sounds familiar,” Hera supposes. She’s got the top half of her coveralls undone, and the baby belly is obvious without the extra layers. There’s nothing to her, Zeb thinks. “It’s all kind of a blur lately.”

“I know what’cha mean,” He growls, not unkind. “Chop’s constantly zappin’ me, askin’ if I’ve eaten. Apparently he and Alex have some kinda agreement. Sabine says he sends her messages, too.”

“He’s a good droid,” She says, leaning against the stack of mostly empty boxes behind her impromptu seat. He’s been following her around like a shadow, only leaving her alone for small instances at a time unless a mission dictates otherwise. “Just don’t tell him I said that.”

He rumbles something that might be an agreement but isn’t and watches her quietly. “Nightmare?”

“Can’t get comfortable,” She returns, and he winces at his suggestion. “But,” She relents, “The nightmare didn’t help.” Unwilling to talk about it, she nods with a lift of her chin towards his makeshift bench. “What’re you working on?”

“Gift for Alex. Since his weapon’s gone-” He exhales sharply, but Hera doesn’t react to that. She’s far more in control of her emotions than anyone gives her credit for. “I had Chava send me a replacement. He’ll probably have to mod it a little, but I thought he’d like it.”

“You two are cute,” She comments. He pretends not to hear her drowsiness bleed into her voice, and doesn’t mention that it’s taken her longer to answer than normal. Another moment passes. “You should-” Her eyes soften, and she’s very much awake again.

“Yeah,” He agrees, knowing exactly what Hera’s trying to say, even if she can’t get out the words. Then he sighs. “Yeah.”

“Don’t wait too long,” She tells him, softly. “Not because of me and-” She shakes her head. “I get so caught up on this war, and our cause.” Her fists clench. “It’s worth it, Zeb, we all know that. I just… you can be happy and be with someone and fight this war, too.”

Zeb reaches a hand out, covering one of her fists with his massive hand, uncurling her fingers and lacing them with his own. One of her major fears since with… everything has been the fear that those around her would do what she did. Not say the words, make the time until it was nearly too late. “I know, Hera. We’re gonna talk.”

She nods. “And you’re going to give him a gun.” She waggles her eyebrows, trying to lighten the mood. “So, is this some kind of Lasat mating thing or-?”

He laughs and the sound is so unexpected his ears perk, as if unsure that he’s capable of the sound. They exchange half-guilty smiles, one survivor to another, and he lifts the weapon from the crate that functions as a workbench to show her.

“No. Lasat aren’t nearly so formal with gifts and what-not unless you’re a royal.”

“And I don’t think Kallus abides by Coruscanti courting rules or whatever those snobby people call it,” She rolls her eyes. “Sounds like you lucked out.”

His ears flatten a bit, the only way besides his expression to betray embarrassment, but it’s just Hera, and he’s never been able to keep a secret from her very well anyway. She’s too smart for her own good, sometimes. “Yeah, doesn’t make me less nervous about it.”

Delicate green hands take the rifle from his hands, her eyes lighting up at the Fulcrum symbol etched into the stock. “Zeb, this looks ama-” She turns it over, slowly, seeing the etching on the barrel that curls around it entirely. “Oh,” Tears well up in her eyes, but she doesn’t stop inspecting it. “I’m sorry,” She says, when they fall treacherously. “Damn hormones.”

“Don’t be,” He says, ducking his head. “I, uh,” He looks up through soft, half-lidded eyes. “I might have gotten a little choked up working on mine earlier, so…” He rubs the back of his head and takes it back from her, clamping it in the stand he’s rigged so that it won’t move while he works over it. “Damn kid,” He says, sniffing as delicately as he can. Then, softer, “You don’t think it’s presumptu-”

“Garazeb Orrelios,” She barks at him, though it lacks the whip-crack it normally does with Hera in tears. “Kallus will absolutely love it. He- Ezra,” She exhales his name like it takes physical effort. “Ezra means the world to all of us, Kallus included.”

“Okay,” He agrees, swiping at his eyes with the back of his hand while he has his back to her. He hasn’t cried or anything, but he doesn’t want to take the chance of Hera seeing if he did. “Want me to grab you a blanket and we can hang out together while I finish this?”

The sound of a concerned droid echoes down the hall. “Well, right on time for his 0300 check,” She quips to Zeb. “Chop, could you bring me a-”

The droid barges into the hold, babbling in binary. Something about being where she’s supposed to be, doesn’t she know she needs sleep, and lacquer fumes can’t possibly be good for the baby. Even so, he’s got two pillows compressed by one manipulator and the blanket from her bunk in the other, and he makes a big deal about her putting one between her knees like some nursedroid before barking an order at Zeb to use the exhaust if he’s going to be doing weapon maintenance in the ship.

“I’ve been going outside to spray the lacquer,” Zeb tells Chopper, who ignores his argument entirely, turning on the exhaust anyway. It’s more like white noise, the rumbling hum of the fans reminiscent of spacefaring, almost.

“Bah-bah bahbahbah bah ba-buah,” He grouses.

“Yes, mom,” Hera says for them both, tolerating his overbearing protectiveness. “Thank you for checking in on us. I’ll make sure he doesn’t stay up all night.” Then, placatingly, “We’ll go to bed soon, I swear.”

The droid clicks together the clamps at the end of his appendages in an ‘I don’t know why I put up with you people and your lies’ kind of gesture and then threatens to tell Kallus on them both, since he’s the only one of them that ever seems to be rational.

“C’mon, Chop,” Zeb pleads, using his most angelic tone. “I’m tryin’ to finish this present for him. He’ll be back in the mornin’ and then we’ll all rest easy. Besides-” He trails off, eyes sliding pointedly to an already dozing Hera, curled up on the weapons crate like it’s the most comfortable bed on base.

The droid wheels over to his master quietly and tucks her in, careful not to touch her and jolt her awake. He pats Zeb’s leg as he passes by, not shocking for once. “Bah bua bah-bah wah-bahbah bah wua.”

“Yeah. I know. I’ll come get you from your dock before I carry her to bed.”

“I can still hear you, you know,” She murmurs, but it’s slurred by sleep.

“We know,” Zeb answers, in sync with Chopper’s confirmation in binary. Then, softer, he murmurs, “G’night, Hera.”

She waves a hand in an indelicate flop before it finds her belly over the blanket. The astromech waves his manipulators around for show, but he’s hardly mad. He sees himself out, and then Zeb’s alone with his thoughts again.

The sound of the engraving tool he’d nicked from the hangar for his project isn’t loud at all. Zeb takes his time. Hera seems to sleep better these days with the sounds of work around her, and he’s committed to doing this right even if he’s working on it until dawn. He wants Kallus to like it. Wants him to know that even with everything that’s going on, he’s a part of their family. However he wants that to be.

Though, Zeb smiles to himself, just a little. He’s pretty sure they’ve been dancing around mutual feelings for a while now. With everything bad that's happened, it'd do them some good to make things clear. Get it all out in the open.

#kalluzeb #alexsandr kalus #garazeb orrelios #hera syndulla #sw rebels fanfiction #star wars rebels #my writing #rebelsremembered 2020 #rebelsremembered

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three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat · 4 years

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More of my bad writing

Title: Legends Are Told

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus

Characters: the seven, Nico, Reyna, various Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter campers

Tags: songfic, light angst (I guess?), hopeful-ish ending

Words: 1,032

Summary:

Heracles, Achilles, Theseus, Perseus, Jason, they all got their stories told.

They told their stories to their kids, and their kids told their kids, each time with less and less detail, until there is no story to tell.

The seven are forgotten as if they didn't save them all.

Some legends are told

Heracles, Achilles, Daphne, Perseus, Jason, they all got their stories told.

They weren't so lucky.

Some turn to dust or to gold

Percy's first monster, a Fury, and King Midas, who Jason, Piper, and Leo faced on their quest to free Hera.

They told those stories to their kids, and their kids told their kids, each time with less and less detail, until there is no story to tell. All that remains of their sacrifices is dust and ungrateful children who don't realize that the reason they have a cabin or an eagle to turn and look at is because of the bravery of Percy Jackson, of Hazel Levesque, of Annabeth Chase and Frank Zhang, and countless others.

But you will remember me

Remember me for centuries

Chiron will occasionally tell campers of their deeds. He will tell them how Percy Jackson reclaimed Zeus's lightning bolt and of how Thalia Grace stood on Half-Blood Hill, where the pine tree she was turned into after defending two other demigods from a pack of hellhounds still stands.

And just one mistake

Is all it will take

We'll go down in history

Percy actually does get into history books, as the kid who went missing, blew up the St. Louis Arch, reappeared in Los Angeles after a devastating earthquake, and claimed to have fought to get away from his kidnapper.

They still don't know what really happened.

Remember me for centuries

He's soon replaced by more interesting topics, like the first woman on Mars.

Mummified my teenage dreams

No, it's nothing wrong with me

The kids are all wrong

The story's all off

They twist the details, not giving credit to the real heroes.

It was Clarisse who slayed the drakon, not Percy or Annabeth or anybody else in the Battle of Manhattan. They don't remember her, though.

The glory is given to those who don't want it, instead of the ones who actually did it.

Heavy metal broke my heart

She dies a few years afterward. A fight with a dracaena. A sword right through the heart.

It was a death she would have wanted. An honorable one, one where she fought to defend her and her family, Chris and her daughter Silena.

Hardly anyone who didn't know her even knows that she did all that. Come on, come on and let me in

The bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints

And this is supposed to match

The darkness that you felt

No one remembers Nico and Reyna's journey through the shadows to bring the statue that now stands guard over camp and New Athens. No one remembers how he nearly faded away, lost to memories and darkness.

The strength it took, the courage, to fight them off and prevent a war is lost to time.

I never meant for you to fix yourself

And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name

'Cause I was only born inside my dreams

No one remembers Octavian, flawed as he was. No one remembers that although he seemed crazy, he was trying to do the best for his people, pushing for a new leader and to attack before they did. Reyna wasn't replacing Jason after months of him being missing, then they elect a kid they knew for all of two days. Then his friends bomb the city.

No one, of course, realizes this. For all that he's remembered, he remembered as a power hungry villain.

Until you die for me, as long as there's a light, my shadow's over you

'Cause I, I am the opposite of amnesia

And you're a cherry blossom

You're about to bloom

You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon

Who could forget Piper McLean, the daughter of Aphrodite strong enough to charm a primordial goddess to sleep, to make a automaton come to life.

Why should we remember? They say. She was just another weak, stuck up child of Aphrodite. Clearly someone else did it. Someone stronger, someone who could save their friends instead of someone who faints at the sight of blood.

As she cries over Jason's body, killed by a monster on his yacht, she vows never to let that happen again. She would rather die than watch someone else she loves die before her eyes.

No one bothers to remember the sacrifice she made for her younger siblings.

No one bothers to remember any of their stories.

We've been here forever

The gods, the gods could lift a finger to help them be remembered.

They don't.

They're gone so quickly, after all...

And here's the frozen proof

Khione comes after Leo one last time, freezing him before he can even notice the goddess behind him.

I could scream forever

Hazel dies screaming as her own tunnel collapses on her and Frank.

We are the poisoned youth

All demigods are. Because of who their parents are, they will live in fear for their whole life.

Annabeth and Nico both die to actual poison. Annabeth from a two headed snake bite, Nico from giving into the whispers of shadow travel.

Some legends are told

Atalanta and Theseus', yes, but not the ones about Annabeth Chase, architect of Olympus, Frank Zhang, praetor of the Twelfth Legion, or Zoe Nightshade.

Some turn to dust or to gold

Percy is the only one who dies a peaceful death, going in his sleep.

But you will remember me

Their children try to hold on, and Thalia tells everyone stories about them whenever she, Reyna and the rest of the Hunters are at camp.

Remember me for centuries

The hippocampi still hang in the Poseidon cabin.

And just one mistake

Is all it will take

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

But they don't.

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

One day, a camper finds ten handwritten books, in Ancient Greek and Latin, in the Big House attic. The Lightning Thief, the first one reads.

She opens the book. A picture of nine laughing teenagers falls out. She picks it up and sets it aside before turning to the first page.

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood...

#Percy Jackson #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #heroes of olympus #songfic #mb's shitty writing

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arigatouiris · 5 years

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daughter of artemis || p.p — [01]

c h a p t e r o n e

Pairing: Peter Parker x Demigod! Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; greek mythology rewritten [completely my interpretation of it, oops]; slightly based off the games god of war and assassin’s creed odyssey; hurt/comfort; cliche; fluff [on later chapters sometimes]; mentions of sex and gore; slight alternate universe

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe.

Author’s Note: Thank you for all the love, guys! It’s going to be a bit slow initially, so bear with me. Also, all the things I’ve written about the Greek gods here is fictional, so I hope that’s clear beforehand.

And if you want to see your name in the taglist, add yourself here!

Word count: 3750

main masterlist || series masterlist

00 - 01 - 02

01 // σκόνη dust

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She opened her eyes and gasped loudly, as a car stopped in front of her. Looking around, (y/n) realized she was in the middle of the road, busy traffic, and cars and moving vehicles halted at her abrupt appearance out of nowhere. It was dark, strange because it was not so dark back in Phokis. Clutching her stinging hip, tears filled her eyes with the sudden shock of realizing her uncle had sent her somewhere using some out-of-the-ordinary trick. People were now yelling at her, and just as her vision cleared—(y/n) looked around to see tall buildings surrounding her, with herself in the middle of an ocean of modern civilization.

“Hey, girl! Get out of the way!”

Just as she was about to take a step, she felt herself being lifted off the ground, a gasp exiting her lips just as her eyes shut due to the impact again. She felt something coil around her, preventing her from falling; her senses were right, she was up in the air. Opening her eyes once again, she noticed the city swinging below her, someone was grabbing her, her legs dangling in the air, her chin resting on what felt and looked like a red shoulder. (y/n) struggled right away, kicking the air below her, wanting to get off the grasp of this creature that was taking her away from where she needed to be.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! I’m only trying to help, relax!” Came a voice, from this creature.

A moment later, it placed her on the roof of a building, as tall as the buildings around her. Looking around, she understood that this was definitely America, considering this creature in a costume’s accent, and the height of the buildings. It was nothing like the cities in Greece, here there were more people and more noise. Looking at the creature in front of her, the thirteen year old had to do a double take. He wore a spider costume, his face covered with a funny looking mask, and for some strange reason, his costume smelled like iron.

“What are you?” She asked, scrunching her eyes at him.

The creature almost looked offended by her question. Did it expect her to know who he or it was?

“I’m your friendly neighborhood Spiderman! D-Don’t you—?”

The clueless expression that she gave off prevented this Spiderman from continuing further. Immediately, his head turned to her hip, causing her to try to hide it from him, but to no avail.

“Oh, dude. Dude! You’re hurt. Where are your parents? I’ll take you—”

“I don’t need help from a freak like you.” (y/n) was not interested in having a conversation with a man in a costume.

“No, listen. If you don’t get that checked out, it’ll get infected. Where are your—” He stopped suddenly before observing her.

She looked like she was from another place, especially if she didn’t know who Spiderman was; she was injured, her hair disheveled, her eyes hostile, and her heart was beating rapidly against her chest. It wasn’t as if she was hiding something, it was blatantly clear to him now that she had run away.

“You’re a runaway.”

(y/n)’s eyes narrowed, not surprised that he had figured it out. Turning her back to him, she walked off, not knowing where she was going, but her current agenda was to get away from this Spiderman.

He grabbed her wrist and turned her around.

“Listen, I’m only trying to help. Please, let me—”

In an instant, before he even noticed it, her right leg met his chin. She grabbed his throat using her foot, while using her other foot to topple him over. Putting his head in a headlock, (y/n) squeezed before hearing the costume man gasp. Pressing her right hand to the ground, she bolted away from there, jumping across the rooftop like it was easy. Spiderman didn’t catch up right away, but was dazed with what she had displayed. She was a thirteen year old girl, he could definitely keep up with someone like her!

“P-Please, I’m only trying to help!” Spiderman’s voice chased after her.

Sliding down a pipe, (y/n) made her way to what appeared to be an alleyway. A barred fence was in front of her, which she found no difficulty climbing. Slipping past Spiderman would be easy if he couldn’t see her, therefore, she kept her visibility minimum. She moved in the shadows, using her surroundings to camouflage her movements. What seemed like a couple of minutes later, she had found the perfect place to hide. A trash bin, which was recently emptied. It smelt like the filth of everything American, but it was part of her surroundings now, and she was being hunted.

She listened to the silence around her, nothing but sirens and car horns could be heard; closing her eyes, she pictured Spiderman, she pictured where he could be after judging his movements from following her. There were numerous possibilities as to where he could have gone off, or if he had been successful in following her route.

A moment later, (y/n) breathed out, relaxed. Spiderman had lost her. Getting out of the trashcan, (y/n) looked at herself. She wore her mother’s old jacket—beige in color, but the color seemed to have faded now since it had been such a long time since her mother had even worn it. She wore dark blue jeans, once again, her mother’s, which were faded. Canvas shoes, torn by the sole from all the running. A grey tank top with bandages around it, revealing splotches of blood by her left hip. Her hair was free and disheveled. (y/n) breathed in to calm herself, but failed.

She looked homeless. Lost. Hopeless. And she was once a princess in Olympus.

❅

Walking past what looked like a bakery, (y/n) stepped back and looked at the various assortments of bread and cake within the store. She remembered how she told her mother long ago that she hated sweet things, but secretly liking a couple here and then. Artemis always knew this fact about her daughter, and would surprise her now and then with a small sweet gift after breakfast. Artemis wasn’t like the other gods. She liked human things, she liked to dress as the humans, talk as them, and behave as them—wanting to be one with them.

Perhaps this was why Artemis met with cruel fate. For Gods and men could never stand on the same ground.

“Hey! Get out of here, don’t stare at my shop!” The woman from inside the bakery yelled at her.

Quickly scurrying away, (y/n) felt fresh tears sting her eyes. No one cared, these people were strange and didn’t know her. These people were poison. She was on the footpath, random people walking past her, not giving her a second glance. To them, she was just another person, a child with no home. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream at her uncle for bringing her here without warning. How could she find this Pepper person without any clue? Pepper was the clue, her mind repeated.

Pepper was such a strange name. Who was this Pepper? And how was Pepper related to her father? Was this person even someone worth remembering?

Was Pepper a nickname for her father?

(y/n) shut her eyes before trying to calm herself once more. She remembered her life from earlier, of how simple it used to be when her mother was around. Artemis had made life seem so simple and forgoing, her positivity made (y/n) believe she could tackle anything in the world. Even while she taught (y/n) to hunt, to use the bow, to defend herself as she had against Spiderman, Artemis had always told her to be kind.

On the day of the prophecy, she missed her mother the most. (y/n) had never understood the celebration that Delphi brought along in Olympus; a secret ceremony for the Gods. This time, word got out that Delphi had something far more important to say—a prophecy that would directly impact all Gods in Olympus. Hera wasn’t pleased, as usual, since she loved where she was and how she was revered. Hera seemed like the only person who wasn’t affected with Artemis going missing.

Apollo had stayed away from (y/n) ever since his twin sister was nowhere to be found. The animals ran wild, the woman sunk into a terrible dreaded depressive state, and disease struck every pregnant mother in Greece. Artemis would never forget her duties like this, not this randomly, he knew her better than she knew herself. He turned to spot his niece, several feet ahead of him in the great hallway of Zeus’ castle. Biting his teeth, he turned away before she could spot him.

Ever since (y/n) had been born, Artemis was known as the Goddess that broke her vow. Zeus had lost complete respect for his daughter, and Hera’s jealousy got in the way of everything. Although (y/n) was not loved, she was half-God, and therefore, a princess of Olympus. Artemis made sure (y/n) was treated with respect, if not love. But, Apollo—he could not meet her in the eye. Apollo could never forgive (y/n) for being born, for ruining his sister’s reputation. And he knew, in his heart, that her disappearance was due to (y/n) in some way.

When the prophecy was about to be announced, (y/n) was seated in the far back, so far Apollo could barely see her until he looked around and spotted her. She looked sad; she always looked sad, but there was something about her sadness that day that sent fear into his heart. Turning away, he noticed a frail old woman in the middle of the grand hall, the Oracle, about to give her final prophecy.

“As Artemis sleeps, her daughter will rise, the new moon she will be, with fate and the sun at her side,” Apollo blinked before standing up, Zeus’ ushering him to sit down, and Delphi continued, “And when Clotho stops spinning the thread of fate, Lachesis and Atropos go into a slumber for five years.”

‘The fates go to sleep?’ Apollo couldn’t understand. Turning to his niece, he saw fear had clouded her mind. His heart was beating rapidly against his chest, and he knew it and felt it. He sensed the death in the air, circling around her.

“And once their slumber ends, then shall arise the new moon,” Delphi pointed towards where (y/n) was sitting, whose eyes were wide now. “Who completes her final hunt, ending Zeus’s fate as King. All his henchman made of blood and stone will erode at her hunt, and Olympus will no longer be a land for the Gods.”

When Delphi stopped, (y/n) ran. Apollo let out a breath but not of relief, he knew this was bad. He knew his sister was dead, in his heart he knew, and he was going to witness his niece suffer the same fate. He closed his eyes and felt his father bring forth a storm.

But, Apollo knew where she would go. Phokis, to her mother’s temple. He’d meet her there.

(y/n) ran, but she knew she’d be caught. Within the palace, Zeus had eyes everywhere. He knew where she went and where she could go, there was almost no escape if she was inside. She couldn’t register the prophecy, she couldn’t think about anything but her mother. Did her mother know? Was that why she left?

Was that why the fates declared her dead?

Clutching the dagger her mother had given her, a day before disappearing, (y/n) made it to the exit, that peaked over Mt. Olympus, but screamed when a massive force hit her left hip. There was blood everywhere, and the javelin stopped a few feet ahead of her. Turning to spot one of Zeus’ henchmen, the Boar as he called himself, (y/n) got back up on her feet and ran.

She knew his henchmen were made from his blood, she knew they were neither human nor God, they were his creation just as sand and stone. They had no life, but only motive—the motive was to serve Zeus in anyway they could.

Leaning over a bridge that overlooked the forests, (y/n) fell backwards before the Boar threw another javelin at her. And thus, she would run. To the temple where her mother always took her.

❅

In New York, on that strange night, (y/n) felt absolutely alone. There was not a single soul in the world left who cared if she lived or died. Her uncle had saved her life as a favor to his sister, but that was all. Now, she was on her own, in a strange place filled with strange people. As she walked on the streets towards nowhere but an unfamiliar darkness, (y/n) felt a grief in her heart that resembled fear. Her stomach churned and her wound burned, her mind was clouded with a sorrow only she knew, and she yawned more times than she could count.

A second later, grief turned to a haunting fear, causing her eyes to widen. A clap of thunder could be heard in the skies, New York was getting ready to pour. The rain meant Zeus could find her, the second one drop fell on her skin, Zeus would know where she was. She looked around for shelter and found none; the smell in the air changed, it smelt like it was going to rain.

Please, she prayed to her mother, knowing she was dead and couldn’t hear her. Please, she prayed to her uncle, wondering if he had given up on her. Please, she prayed to no one, letting go of hope.

Hands wrapped around her waist and hoisted her up in the air. Opening her eyes, she looked at Spiderman’s masked face, holding her as he swung in the air.

“Are you a God?” She asked, swearing she knew every God in Midgard, but not having heard of this creature.

Spiderman chuckled before saying, “Nah, Thor and Loki are Gods. I’m just a regular superhero.”

Superhero? She thought before clutching on to him as tightly as she could, not wanting to fall.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let go.” He said, tightening his grasp around her.

“How are you doing this?”

“You have a lot of questions for a little girl.”

(y/n) frowned, “You’re as tall as I am.”

“Am not!” Spiderman fought back, causing her to roll her eyes.

“And you sure can fight.” Spiderman grumbled.

“I’m sorry. I thought you were a freak.” She heard him chuckle.

Dropping her on a building, it hadn’t rained yet. She quickly ran under cover, looking up to the sky in caution.

“You don’t like the rain?”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t want to give him anymore information about herself. She didn’t know who he was, and there was no way she could trust a man with a mask.

“Alright, listen. I know you’ve runaway from someplace. I won’t ask. But, you’re hurt and you need to get that checked. This is a shelter for the homeless, and I know it sounds terrible, it’s run by this amazing person named May Parker, and I’m sure you’ll be comfortable here. They have food and they can keep you away from the rain.” Spiderman told her.

She didn’t want to trust him, but she also looked like she was contemplating on taking his help.

“You can trust me, you don’t know who I am and I don’t know who you are. Sometimes, it’s better this way to trust someone, right?”

(y/n)’s eyes widened. She looked up at Spiderman and found no expression. He was right, he was someone she didn’t know, in this strange place, who was trying to help her out. She nodded once before watching him fist bump the air, and then clearing his throat. (y/n) smiled at him once, before biting her lip and letting him lead her downstairs.

On approaching a middle-aged woman, who was wearing glasses, Spiderman waved at her and pointed to (y/n).

“Hey, May!”

May was a beautiful woman, with a warm smile. Smiling at Spiderman and then turning to (y/n), her eyes widened in fear upon noticing her wound. She immediately called for first aid.

“Goodness, how did this happen?”

(y/n) stupidly looked at Spiderman and scrunched up her eyebrows. Gesturing randomly a couple of times, he blurted out, “Uh, she was mugged. Yeah! She was mugged. It was terrible. She’s fine otherwise, and um, so…” He turned to her, noticed her nod once, and continued, “She’ll need to stay here a couple of days. Is that cool?”

May rolled her eyes. A nurse came to her side in a second and she said, “She can stay here for as long as she likes. But, you’ll need to go back to school once this is all over.”

(y/n) looked at Spiderman and smiled. The man or boy in the mask gave her a thumbs up before walking away. (y/n) sighed, before letting the nurse treat her wound. It seemed alright, for the time being, since she was away from Olympus and Zeus, and everything that was perhaps trying to hunt her down. May led her to a bed after that, and (y/n) took off her jacket and lay down. She wasn’t hungry, but May promised to bring down some food for her after some time.

I miss you, she thought about her mother as she shut her eyes. She didn’t know for sure if this place was completely safe, but for some reason, she wanted to trust Spiderman. He seemed familiar in a way that made her feel at home—you feel familiar with a person you’ve never met before because they’re being kind to you. And Spiderman was being kind to her.

Closing her eyes, as she drifted off to sleep, (y/n) thought of Artemis.

❅

It had been a couple of hours since she had seen her mother. Something was strange—the air smelled different and there was a looming fear in her heart. Birds were flying as if a cyclone was about to hit them, animals were losing their mind. Dark clouds had gathered in the sky, but Zeus was not angry, not that she knew of. She wanted to find her mother, and ask her what was wrong, but Artemis was nowhere to be found.

Ignoring the growing fear in her heart, she made her way to Apollo’s chambers, wanting to ask her uncle where her mother was. She knew her uncle didn’t like her very much, but this was about his sister—someone he definitely loved with all his heart. Apollo had always been cold to her, not wanting to speak to her for more than required, and not wanting any sort of other interaction with her. (y/n) respected his space, but this was important.

Knocking on his door, (y/n) gulped when he opened in a jiffy. Apollo grunted when he saw his niece standing there, but looked at her questioningly.

“Mom…” Apollo was alerted. “She’s…gone. I can’t find her. I can’t reach her either. I don’t know—”

“I thought she was with you.” Apollo whispered, his eyes narrowing.

(y/n)’s heart dropped.

“N-No…” (y/n) was not normally a shy or timid person, but fear does this to children whose parents are missing.

“When was the last time you saw her?”

Tell no one I gave you that dagger, her mother had instructed her before she walked into her temple.

“Her temple in Phokis. We were there, but she asked me to come back. I thought she’d come after… after she finished her work there.” (y/n) was lying, and Apollo knew. But he knew that his niece had last seen her in Artemis’ temple.

“I’ll go check the temple. The winds are not good. Stay inside. Try reaching her with your mind. She hears your calls.” Apollo snapped, before moving past her.

Artemis had given (y/n) a dagger with greek inscriptions on it. She had told her daughter that this dagger would be important and useful later, but she didn’t know why.

“I don’t even know how to use it,” (y/n) said, frowning.

“You will.” Artemis said, smiling at her.

Greece loved Artemis and Apollo, the star twins. Apollo was loved and respected as the sun was, music and poetry celebrated all over Greece. And animals adored Artemis, revering in her beauty and grace, women prayed to her for good fortune and health, her presence made things better for them. Slowly, (y/n) understood that their fame made Zeus’ look smaller in the eyes of the people in Greece and invariably in Olympus as well. And Zeus did not like it very much.

Married to Hera, Zeus often found himself jealous of his own children—a fact that brew fear in (y/n)’s heart, each time Artemis or Apollo were openly respected. And that night, when the moon did not show, (y/n) knew. She knew in her heart that she would never see her mother again.

❅

After what felt like an eternity, (y/n) woke up to complete silence. She opened her eyes and saw that it might be midday, she had slept for more than 14 hours. Slowly, she got up and sat on the bed and saw no one around her. All the beds in that large hall were empty, soiled, and eerily quiet.

“Hello?” She said, it sounding almost like a whisper.

Getting up, she moved down the hall and saw more dust, scattered everywhere like something, somewhere had stopped from working.

“Anyone?” She heard shuffling, but she wasn’t sure if it was a person.

On the streets, she saw cars, stopped, unmoving, no person in the road or the cars. The cars had hit each other and were dented in the front and back, the skies were empty and slowly turning dark, the sun was nowhere to be seen. Gasping, she turned around and saw more dust on the roads, and some dust flying in the air.

Dust was present where people once were. And the prophecy rang clearly in her head.

And when Clotho stops spinning the thread of fate, Lachesis and Atropos go into a slumber for five years.

❅

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All hail the new queen... - 18 (Hades Original Story)

You fought your way through the maze of the underworld to make a deal with the King…intrigued the lonely king listens…

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part TwelvePart Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen

Hades walked briskly through the stacks and stacks of records of the Underworld library. Until he finally found his brother standing there, lantern floating above him as he pulled another dusty scroll out of its place holder, “Whatever this is…make it fast.”

Zeus looked at him blinking several times, “What is so important that you can’t indulge me?”

Hades rolled his eyes before they landed in his brother’s face again. He raised a hand pointing at Zeus, “You shaved.”

Zeus frowned looking back at the scroll, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Y/N was right, wasn’t she? Hera didn’t actually like it.” Hades smirked a little watch his brother scowl more. Hades chuckled before crossing his arms, “What are we doing here, Zeus?”

Zeus put the scroll back, “I’m looking for a blessing record.”

“A blessing record?” Hades straightened up finding his brother to be here for a serious reason, “From who?”

“Hecate.” Zeus chuckled when Hades got an even more confused look, “I know, she’s not really a blessing type of person, but that’s what my source told me.”

“Source? Did you ever think to ask Hecate?” Hades reached up grabbing the lantern and began walking away leaving Zeus to catch up.

“I did, and she said she didn’t remember.” Zeus told him finally getting in stride with him, “In fact she said she did some strange things back in the day and things are a little fuzzy. They started to clear up when she came to visit Percy in the Underworld and then when you asked her to stay on to help here and there…that’s when things become clearer.”

“Well, any blessing will be recorded under whatever god or goddess granted it.” Hades led him over to Hecate’s section, “You know Hecate sorted this library out for me, I’m not sure if you’re going to find anything. What’s this about?”

Zeus began running his hands over the documents looking at the descriptions and titles, “I don’t know, I just have a feeling. It’s time for me to be king again and take an interest.”

Hades watched his brother taking in a deep breath as he looked at his watch. You would understand…he knew you would, you always did, “Zeus, if there’s something you need to talk about…”

His brother looked at him seriously for a moment before he broke out into a smile, “I’m sure it’s nothing, and besides you are dressed in a very nice suit. What’s the occasion?”

Hades didn’t freeze much around Zeus anymore, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted the whole of Olympus to know about his progression in relationship with you. Not that much happened after your cousin’s party. The whole way home he’d ran through different scenarios.

Several that might even make his dear younger brother blush…

Hades glanced over to you as he drove into the driveway. You had become very silent on the ride home and it worried him. Things had moved so quickly in a manner of an hour, he hoped you didn’t regret it.

He parked, turned off the engine and looked at you, “Y/N…I…if I’ve put you in a position…”

“Hades,” You interrupted him with a touch on the arm and a smile, “I wouldn’t have done anything if I hadn’t wanted it.”

He felt a knot in his throat as he gently took your hand kissing your fingers, “Good…”

You smiled at him taking your hand back as you reached for the door. He could see that you were sincere with your answer but there was something in your eyes that clouded this happy moment.

He got out quickly coming around helping you out of the car taking your hands in his, “Y/N, is something wrong?”

You swallowed looking away, “I’m not very good at hiding things from you…I never have been.”

“What is it?” Concerned crushed any heat from his mind as his role as a protector overtook him.

“…I think there might be something wrong with my dad…I don’t know I just got this feeling as we left.” You finally looked him in the eyes, “I know he wouldn’t say anything…and I know mom she would be telling everyone…”

He nodded listening for a moment, “…I could look…if it’s what you want, but Y/N…knowing when someone goes…it often doesn’t work out the way the person intended.”

You hung your head nodding a little, “I know…it’s just…”

Already he could see your emotions becoming wild and out of your control. He stepped forward pulling you to himself hoping to shield you from it all, “I promise if I find out anything, I’ll let you know, but…you have to promise to ask him yourself.”

You promised quickly wrapping your arms around him. The rest of the night was quiet. What he had expected to be passionate and awake, ended up being reserved perfection. Reading by the fire while you studied, until you could do no more falling asleep against his shoulder.

The side of his mouth twitched as he looked at his brother, “It’s just a suit…”

“Oh don’t think I didn’t notice those electrified eyes of yours just because it’s dim lit and I’m on a mission.” Zeus’ eyes narrowed on him, “Hades…”

“Fine…I’m taking Y/N out for dinner.” He shut his eyes preparing for the onslaught that would be coming his way.

“Well it’s about time! When this all happen? Unless…is this when it’s happening?” Zeus slapped his brother’s back raising his eyebrows.

“If you are referring to us become a more unified couple instead of roommates?” Hades internally groaned at the satisfied grin on Zeus’ face, “A couple weeks ago…”

“How? I must know!” Zeus smiled at him brightly, “Was it her? Was it you? Who made this sudden move for the better?”

Hades felt his cheeks burn, “I’m not talking to you about this.”

“It was both of you! It’s kismet!” He threw up his arms.

“That’s not ours brother, shame on you.” Hades shook his head, “Especially down here…”

“The Fates can go suck it…kismet is much more poetic.” Zeus smirked at him, “But seriously, I am happy for you.”

Hades looked at him for a moment before he smiled, “Thank you, if you need anything…”

“I will not dare disturb you tonight.” Zeus waved his hands shooing him away as he walked back down the stack, “I will manage and make sure that I am out on time, I promise. You’ll not have any trouble from me, so don’t worry.”

“Zeus…” Hades watched him stop looking back at him, “You look good.”

“I do, don’t I?” Zeus winked at him before he turned away, “Tell Y/N hello for me, oh! And I’d still like to see that book if we can arrange it?”

Hades waved his hand to him as he exited the library into the foyer of the house. Cerberus ran up to him tongue hanging out happily.

Hades smiled scratching behind his ears, “What are you so happy about?”

“I just had a long tug of war session with him.” Hades looked up seeing you in sundress with a shrug. His mouth dropped open slightly as you smiled at him, “I hope this is ‘dolled up’ enough?”

He chuckled at the reference to the text he sent you earlier in the week requesting you get dolled up for their date this evening, “Quite. Does the request date me?”

“No.” You stepped up to him eyes twinkling, “It’s sweet.”

“Glad to know.” He offered his arm to you, “Ready?”

“Very. Everything okay with Zeus?” You looped your arm with his.

“Yes. He’s just investigating something.” He smirked a little as he lowered his voice, “He shaved by the way.”

Your laughter brought him joy, “But I doubt he’ll admit that I was right.”

“Never.” He opened the door leading you outside to the car, “He also mentioned a book he needed to barrow from you?”

“Oh, that’s right.” You closed your eyes nodding, “I was talking to him about the book I used to get to the Underworld. I could go get it now…”

“No…we can arrange something when we get back. Zeus has taken up enough of our time tonight.” He opened the car door for you.

“You sure?” You stopped in front of him smiling sweetly.

“Very sure, he’s waited this long, he can wait another day.” He could see that you were not entirely sold on this, “Fine…I’ll have…uh…”

He snapped his fingers trying to remember the shades names as you watched him, “…Lil..”

“Lilly, yes…I remember. I’ll have Lilly find it and deliver it?” Ever since you’d arrived the shades had begun to change. They remembered who they were in a sense and you’d been requesting them by name. A few even moved on. He still struggled with the idea of addressing them differently from what he’d been doing since…oh you know…ever, “Acceptable?”

“Yes, it’s on my desk.” You leaned up kissing his cheek.

He grinned as you stepped into the car before he shut the door. He stepped around the other side shutting his eyes reaching out to Lilly giving her the instruction. She acknowledged as he sat down starting the car looking to you, “Done.”

“One day you will have to teach me all of your secrets of communication, so I no longer have to get out bed and still participate in class.” You smirked at him, “So, where are we going?”

“A place with food.” He reached over taking your hand as you gave him an unsatisfied look, “It’s an old curry joint on the ocean. I normally order out, but recent company has prompted me visit and sit down.”

“Aww, I’m getting you out of the house.” You squeezed his hand, “So you like Indian food?”

“I do.” He glanced at you slightly worried, “Do you not?”

“I can’t say I’ve had much of it. What is it you like?” You seemed to watch him intently as he answered.

“Uh…well not much grows in the Underworld.” He spoke softly, “It was the colors of the spices that drew me first. Then when you try everything…the taste…”

“It’s hot right?” You made a worried face.

“It can be, but it’s more flavorful.” He saw your face and smiled, “It’s about how you cook it…I know the chef, I’ll make sure he’s gentle with you.”

“Good…I wouldn’t want anything to prevent what happens after dinner.” You looked away smirking when his head turned to you, but he caught your reflection in the window.

Hades sometimes felt he was in over his head with you. Your world was fast and new. His was old and slow. You lived in the now, while he lived for the future. You were a mortal…he was immortal.

Yet, every time he looked at you there was this spark. Something began to burn inside of him that he couldn’t explain. It was in everything you did; it gave him a rush that he’d never felt before.

“How is it?” He smiled watching your eyes begin to twinkle from the first bite you took.

“It’s…” You put your hand to your mouth as you continued to chew, “oh my gosh…it’s like heaven.”

He chuckled as he filled the water glasses again, “Good, I’m glad you like it.”

“I can’t believe this place is in town, I’ve driven past here so many times.” You spoke with exuberance, “How did you find it?”

“I…walk Cerberus…occasionally…Sometimes I need some fresh air,” He told you awkwardly, “and about 25 years ago I happened by here. It was just opening.”

You laughed a little, “I forget who you are sometimes until you say something like. What do you tell the owner? That you’re, your own son?”

“Yes…I used a glamor last time…changed my nose a bit.” He chuckled as your eyes widened, “What?”

“So…you choose how you appear to someone?” You reached for your glass letting the question rest between you both.

“If you’re worried that I’m not who I seem to be…don’t…I didn’t have a chance to change what I looked like when you came. You took me by surprise.” He liked the way your eyes lit up behind your cup when you heard the admission, “God…you do things to me…”

“Excuse me?” You blinked several times confused, “What does that mean?”

“You do things to me. The way your eyes light up when you talk to me. The way your smile makes me want to draw you near.” His smile only grew as you blushed, “You bring light into my very dark world and bring warmth where it’s been so cold.”

“You don’t mix words do you, Hades…” You licked your lips staring at him.

“I try not to. I find being direct gets you want you want.” He leaned forward putting his hand over yours, “Though if you prefer something more flowery and poetic…”

He watched your face get a strange look as you stared off behind him, “Hades…isn’t that…”

He looked back toward the bar were several gentlemen were at all dressed in business suits, but there was one man dressed to the nines with thick rimmed glasses. His dark complexion practically reflected the blue light from the overhanging lights. Or was it simply his god like charm feeding everyone around him.

Technology…

His eyes met Hades’ and nothing prepared him for the look of concern that fell on the young gods face. Hades turned back to look at you seeing worry. He smiled squeezing your hand, “Whatever happens in the next few moments, know that you are safe.”

You nodded slowly before looking up to the approaching Gy. Hades looked up to him waiting for what was about to happen, “Hades…Y/N, enjoying your meal?”

Hades nodded slowly, “Yes, things are always good here. Looks like you have business?”

“Yes…some developers.” Gy looked back over to the group of men who barely seemed to miss him, “Ground breaking work on a new OS. It’s going to be revolutionary, especially for the medical field. You might have heard of it Y/N, Metis.”

Hades watch your eyes get wide, “I…I have. It’s the new system to basically give faster imaging for x-rays, CAT scans, MRIs…everything. It’s going to be a fluid system, results will be something almost from a sci-fi novel, almost instantaneous…”

“Fluid…like water to an ocean…it’s why they thought it fitting to name after an Oceanid.” Gy smiled at you, “I happy to hear the hype is working, should get them the funding they need to accomplish their goals.”

“Good, sounds like your priorities are in order.” Hades gained Gy’s attention, “You should tell your friend to follow suit.”

Gy’s smile fell quickly, “That’s actually why I came over. Hades, have you heard of the Prophecy of the Rise?”

Hades shifted uneasily, “It’s a fable…something the Fates fabricated to keep young gods inline from going too far.”

“The doors will open; the brother shall mark a strengthening of bonds by the spilling of mortal blood. It shall be then, the exiled one shall awaken from his cage causing an age of pain and the dawn of evil, and a rise of a new god by greater sacrifice.” Gy told you both frowning, “Meedia, she believes in this prophecy. She has devoted her spare time to it, and she tried to drag me along.”

“I thought you two were tight?” Hades looked over to you when you spoke seeing a look of confusion and worry.

Gy sighed a little, “Often times we have to work together…she’s had an outlet since town criers were a thing, but she really took off when I came to be. You could say a light bulb went off…radios, telegraphs…we work in tandem, but not always in sync. Right now, her goals lay far, far away from mine and I want no part in her misguided attempts to power.”

“What would Media get out of this, if the prophecy were true?” Hades stared up at Gy.

“She believes the awakening of whoever this exiled one is will grant her a great favor. Give her more dominance of the realm of gods.” Gy looked away from him, “Look, I don’t want to be involved in this, but I know she is a devious bitch. Watch yourself Hades.”

Hades followed him with his eyes as he left the restaurant. His mind far away reading the lines of the prophecy over and over until an echo in the void slowly drew him back, “…ade…Ha…s…Hades.”

His eyes snapped to you, “I’m sorry…I was…”

“Worried.” You frowned looking at him, “We can go home if…”

“No.” He smiled shaking his head, “No, it’s nothing to worry about. Just a silly string of words to frighten everyone.”

“Are you sure?” You asked when he took your hand in his again.

“Yes.” He closed his eyes bringing your hand up to his lips kissing your fingers. “I love you for caring so much.”

He looked back to your face seeing it flushed a deep red. It took him a second to realize why. As he began to babble about how of course he meant ‘I love you’ as a form of endearment to your character, that in no means did he expect anything as strong in return at this time, you leaned over the table and kissed him.

You pulled away biting your lips together staring into his eyes as he tried cleared his throat. Finally you smiled, “Hi…”

“Hello…” His voice held a slight husk before he swallowed feeling everything from the moments before slip away. He found such a calm feeling when he looked into your eyes. It was enough to make him feel confident to move on with the evening, “We should go…”

Zeus flipped through the pages of the old book astounded that Hecate could be so careless to leave it in mortal hands. Yet he looked through the family’s history and they very rarely used it. They sought out Demeter once when crops were bad and then once with Athena when they needed protection.

Hera walked over to him, “Dear what are you looking at?”

“Did you know Hecate gifted the way of doors to a family of mortals?” Zeus held the book out to his wife watching her take it, “And that family is Y/N’s?”

“What?” Hera looked at him shocked, “How did you find that out?”

He held up the blessing record before setting it down standing up, “Hera, I fear somethings coming…and that girl is in the center of it and Hades is going to be wrap up as well.”

“Zeus…” She stepped up to him seeing the worry on his face, “You’re scaring me.”

He looked into her eyes forcing a smile, “Don’t be, I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

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Familiar Places

Hi all! This work is part of a collab with the lovely @annabetncnase . Both fics are based on a headcanon by @lordgrover , but have different plots.

You can read Familiar Faces & Familiar Places now on ao3 !

Being in Camp Jupiter with no memory, Percy has a lot of time on his hands to go on quests that take him through San Fransisco. One winter day, Percy passes a house that looks familiar, but he can't place it. He keeps coming back to it over and over, sometimes seeing a family, sometimes seeing nothing. One day, he rings the doorbell and a girl with shiny blonde curls answers. The weird part? He recognizes her.

In this version of the prompt, Percy is met with an empty house, until he sees Annabeth. cute fluff in case you are heartbroken by bia’s fic

At Camp Jupiter, much like at Camp Halfblood, life was never boring. Unpleasant? Maybe. Dangerous? Definitely. But boring? Absolutely not. Percy was constantly on the move. He still didn’t have most of his memories, but he knew that he needed to get back to Camp Halfblood, partially because he missed it and partially because of the prophecy, but most importantly he needed to get back to Annabeth. He was always going on quests, off to defeat whatever monster that needed to be defeated, or doing whatever needed to be done to get to Long Island (those things were not always exclusive from each other).

It was a cold winter day when he saw the house for the first time. On first sight, the house was nothing remarkable. It was a simple 3-story house, next to a row of identical other 3-story house on either side. However, the minute Percy passed that particular house he felt as if he had seen that exact one before. There was something that struck him as familiar about the yard, the car, even the interior that he could see through the big, wide window in front. A memory started tugging at the back of his mind, but it was still too far away to recall. Percy had been there before, he was certain of it. He just didn’t know when or why. It was frustrating, to say the least. That day, Percy left without doing anything.

After he left, Percy couldn’t quite get the house out of his mind. It was like it wanted him to remember. Somehow he felt that if he remembered when he had seen that house before and why it was so familiar, he might be able to get his full memory back. He was just missing a link to truly connect everything together. Some of it had come trickling back over the past couple of weeks. He remembered his mom, and Chiron – his old mentor at camp. Annabeth, of course (though he still didn’t know what she even looked like, which hurt more than he was willing to admit). He was able to recall some events he had lived through like the Second Titan War, where they had prevented Kronos from taking over the world. He also remembered some snippets, like a casino-hotel in Las Vegas, or blowing up a volcano (and almost dying). Most if it he had still trouble recalling, though.

A week later, Percy found himself back at the house for the second time. All he could do then was stare at it. He noticed movement behind the curtains, but couldn’t get himself to step up to the front door. It took him revisiting over and over many times before Percy even worked up the courage to ring the doorbell, and even after he did that for the first time, future visits would still just have him, standing on the other side of the street, longing to find out more but also afraid of what he would find. Sometimes he’d see a glimpse of the life that was happening inside. A tuff of blonde hair, or a woman telling off her children. It pained him to see that, a normal life that he could never have. Maybe, he figured, that’s what stopped him to ring the doorbell so many times.

The first time Percy actually rang the doorbell, he was met by silence. When he had walked up to the house, he had found the windows dark, no movement or signs of life behind them. Still, he had to try, rip of the Band-Aid so to say, so he finally forced himself up to the front door. Ten minutes, and no one answered. Percy had expected that, though he was still let-down. The time he came after that, he saw figures moving in the rooms upstairs and his courage failed him. This happened on more than one occasion. He did try to see if they were home sometimes, but every time he actually saw them he fled.

One day, he found the house empty yet again. He was ready to turn around and leave when he heard the roar of a car engine coming up behind him. With quick thinking, Percy hid himself in the bushes of the house behind him to find the car pulling up in the driveway of the house he’d visited a dozen times by now. First, a man stepped out. He was middle-aged, a full head of grey hair with still a bit of blond in it. When Percy saw him, he felt that same jolt as when he saw the house for the first time. He didn’t know when he had seen this man before, but he knew that he knew him. He was planning on walking up to him until the rest of the passengers stepped out. It was the woman and the two children he had been seeing before. The boys were teenagers, about ready to hit puberty. The woman was slightly younger than the man, but clearly she was the mother of the two children. Percy felt as if this picture was both incomplete and complete at the same time. Naturally, he had no idea why. Before he even attempted to approach them, the family disappeared inside the house.

The weeks following that day, Percy didn’t get to go to the house. Quests kept piling up, there were monsters that needed to be defeated, and Camp Jupiter was close to finding a way to get to Camp Halfblood, so Percy needed to prepare for that as well. He did notice that there were less monsters he had to hunt down than before. Maybe there was some other vigilante demigod that got to them before he was able to. Percy snickered at the thought.

It had snowed, when he found himself back on the doorsteps. Snow was rare, it being San Francisco, but the weather had been crazy lately. Might as well be snow in Frisco. It wasn’t much; just a thin sheet of white specks, barely covering the cobbles below. But it was snow. Percy took a deep breath, and rang the bell for what felt like the millionth time. And like the millionth time, he was met by silence. Percy was about to turn around and head back to Camp Jupiter when he heard actual footsteps coming down a staircase. In front of him, the door opened and Percy found himself looking into the two most beautiful stormy grey eyes he had ever seen. They were glistening in the winter sun, but there was also a deep sadness behind them that couldn’t quite be conveyed by the friendly smile the girl had on when she opened the door. Percy noticed that her sun-tanned face was framed by a head full of blonde curls. She looked like a hotter version of Cinderella. The girl’s smile fell immediately when she looked up at his face; she was surprised, and Percy had to admit that he was too. He recognized her. Not the “I’ve seen you before but I don’t know where”-type of recognition that he had been dealing with a lot lately, but he knew exactly who she was, where she was born and where she had grown up, even what her favorite food was. She was the name that had floated around in his mind for months now, the name he murmured in a soft whisper every night before he went to sleep and dream about home, she was the first thought in his mind in the morning, a silent promise he had made to himself because he needed to get back to her. All that time he had spent at Camp Jupiter had been to find her. Annabeth. And now she was here, in front of him. She was more beautiful than in his wildest dreams. Though the only memory Percy had woken up with was her name, before that moment he had never been able to remember her face. “Hi,” he said. Every part of him that could shake was trembling. He wanted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming or not. “Percy?” her voice was no more than a whisper, but it sounded like a melody to him. “Is … is it you? Like, actually you?” “Yes.” “Do you know .. do you recognize me?” Percy nodded. “You’re Annabeth Chase. You’re my girlfriend, and you’re my best friend. We’ve known each other since we were 12 years old and since then have spent every summer together. And I love you.” “But how? I thought Hera had stolen your memories?” she seemed a bit skeptical, and given their line of work Percy thought it was more than fair. But he also recognized a tiny bit of hope in her voice. “She did. Or well, tried to,” he explained. “And she took almost everything, but there was one thing she could never erase. You. I woke up, and I barely knew who I was, but I remembered your name. You’re stuck in my mind, Wise Girl.”

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