#and apollo will get her to confess if it kills him

[bimb0fy]

all for you; luke castellan

ᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ; traitor!luke x aphrodite!daughter!reader;

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ; swearing, angst, swords.

ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ; the quest had failed, they failed yet you alongside luke had to keep camp in control. yet, one day, he decided to take you to the middle of nowhere to tall to you about something, you thought it was a confession, but what it truly was shocked you.

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ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ!! | ⁿᵃᵛⁱᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ!!

-> Luke had been searching for you everywhere. When he found out there happened to be a fight between Ares' kids and Aphrodite's kids, well, he became too nervous.

He searched every nook and crabby for you, finding Clarisse and Maddie, one of your sisters yelling as you stood between the two.

He pushed passed the crowd, finding you whispering, looking up to speak. No one dared to speak over you, or disrespect you, you were the best archer, assumed to be Apollo's daughter when you were unclaimed, yet it wasn't a surprise when your mother claimed you.

You were gorgeous, probably the prettiest in camp. Luke knew Aphrodite favoured you as she certainly blessed you her looks.

"Are you guys insane! A war breaks out and the first thing you do is go at each other's throats! Grow up we shouldn't be killing eachother!" You exclaimed. Clarisse looked at the ground while Maddie turned around to walk away.

You stormed off to your cabin, your fellow siblings running out instantly as Luke entered. "Hey, you okay?"

"Everything is falling apart, I spent ages trying to make everyone get along and then as always our parents ruin fucking everything!" You cried as you hugged your knees. He wrapped his arms around you, you sniffled into him.

"Hey, it's okay, everyone listens to you, I mean you made Clarisse ashamed for being violent." Luke smiled as you laughed. You turned to face him, a tint of pink on your cheeks as he smiled at you. "Meet me at the willow tree, midnight."

You nodded as he left, leaving you alone in the cabin as you had duties to do. You also happened to be head Councillor of cabin 10. The place was a mess so you decided to clean up.

You watched as a few helped you in their free time. You spent the last hour cleaning. Then deciding to practice your archery.

You headed onto the Apollo Cabin, smiling as you found the head of the apollo cabin, walking to the course as you gossiped.

You two expressed your opinion on the war, she said it wasn't in our hands, that no matter what, our parents would force them into their sides.

As if we'd complain.

We all craved their attention, it was why most of us craved glory. You continued to practice, cracking jokes with the Apollo Cabin as you smiled.

Chiron had tried to explain to you that Archery was a Apollo half-blood activity, but after weeks of you disobeying, he gave up.

He knew that you wouldn't stop if you wanted to continue and he couldn't say no to you, no one could.

You waited till midnight. You were curious. Was it a confession? Was he simply just wishing to spend time with you? You had to know. When it was time, you grabbed your necklace, it was a gift from Chiron, one that would turn into a bow. A gift from Luke, your bracelet that turns into a sword.

Yet the sword was pink with flowers, one to fit your personality. Yet, the other side of the blade showed a different story. A dark color infected the side with roses dripping blood.

It showed who you were, an angel who wouldn't hesitate to spill blood if she had to.

You walked to find him sitting on the stump of a fallen tree. he was anxious clearly. Maybe having to do with Clarisse being the thief and with him having to talk to you.

"Hey." You called out as he stood up, smiling as he hugged, you.

"Hey, I uhm, you might wanna sit down for this," Luke said as he led you toward the stump. You sat down. Wait, this isn't a confession...?

He took a deep breath as he looked at you. "Clarisse didn't steal the bolt. I did." He confessed as you stood up. You looked at him as he stood up after you. Looking into your eyes, as if pleading for you to hear him out.

"Please, flowers." He held onto your arm as you shoved him off. He grabbed you once more, pulling you closer. "Flower, I, this is all for me and you."

"For me? You betrayed fucking Zeus, for me?" Your accusatory tone was not helping him, he gripped your arm harder, staring deep into your eyes.

"Flowers, listen to me, our parents, they are my enemy." He pleaded as you shoved him off, he yielded his sword, and you turned around as he kicked you down, placing the tip of his blade under your chin to lift you up. "You know it took forever to convince Kronos to spare you, and this is what you do for me in return."

"Your actions will lead to the death of millions!" You couldn't stop the tears from welling in your eyes.

"But you'd be safe my flower." He muttered as he kneeled down to hold you. "All of this is for you. I love you, Flowers."

"Luke, this isn't what you want, it isn't too late." You cried as he wrapped his fingers around your neck as he pinned you to a tree.

You were mortified, his fingers started to have some sort of force against you. He wasn't hurting you, he was trying to convince you to join him. "Flowers, cmon, just imagine how life would be without our parents fucking up everything. I'll protect you, don't worry."

"Luke, please." You begged as he shoved you harder into the tree.

"No, you listen, this is all for you, there isn't a line in both worlds I wouldn't cross for you." He laughed as he leaned in, looking down at you, lips parted as he glanced at yours. "You are everything to me."

You gasped as he leaned in to kiss you, mirroring his movements instantly as he smirked. You placed your hand onto his cheek as he slithered his hands onto your waist. You pulled back to take a breath as he stared at you.

"Please flowers, work with me and no one will get hurt." He whispered into your ears as you turned to face him.

"Do you promise me that?" You mumbled as he nodded, pushing the hair behind your ear.

"I promise flowers." He whispered as he helped you up, he grabbed his sword, making it return to its original form as he held out his hand towards you. "C'mon flowers, let's go get some rest."

#fanfic #x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo fandom #charlie bushnell #charlie bushnell x reader

[attorneys-against-court-violence]

I'll never get over how Athena's trauma is written in Dual Destinies. I never will. It's one of few areas I have absolutely no complaints about.

At a surface-level, it's a very effective tool to evoke discomfort, fear, pity, and intrugue from the player. We get glimpses as to what's causing these nervous breakdowns of hers in 5-1 and it's nothing comforting (a courtroom with bloodied-out faces staring judgementally at a crying child is... distrubing). Those breakdowns are accompanied by near silence, letting us drink in the raw emotions of the moment. Her breakdown in 5-3 is a standout example; there's nothing but hollow wind and a shivering, broken Athena to lend the moment its deserved gravitas as she fruitlessly tries to calm herself.

Repeating the trauma of having to defend a dear friend from being accused for killing their tutor, in spite of nobody listening to you, is going to do that to you.

Come the revelations in 5-5, we get compelling body language with her covering her ears in distress - the most sensitive part of her & source of a lot of pain in her childhood. Shaking her head in denial at the revelation of what Simon saw when he walked in the robotics lab, how rarely she comes out of her sad pose during the first half of 5-5 (reminiscent of Edgeworth's own brooding pose in the Wright Trilogy, most often seen when he's reliving his own traumas). Even after things come to light and the truth is revealed, she struggles to even say what happened while locked in that Edgeworth arm-grab pose. It's fantastically handled each time it rears its ugly head.

Going deeper, it also explains a lot about her behaviour; her reflexive throwing of the police officer in 5-2 and her furious outbursts being some good examples. Her emotional state is pretty wild throughout Dual Destinies - partially because she's just like that - but partially because she's trying to keep the more uncomfortable feelings down. She goes quiet when the Blackquills first arrive, being avoidant around the topic of Simon and unable to confront Aura for just how cynical and loathing she's become. She's very iffy around blood and is noticably uncomfortable and perturbed during 5-3 (for reasons I have already mentioned). Her main motivation for keeping this pain to herself is a tragically relatable one; not wanting the drag others down in her sorrow. That's the reason she gives Phoenix when he tells him to back down and stop fighting (a stark contrast to when she objected on his behalf in 5-DLC, sensing he still had some fire left in him).

Despite having others help bring her back from a dark state of mind before, her pushing others away to carry the sufferage alone when it's too much for her feels painfully real.

But one of my favourite parts is how other characters handle it. Specifically, how Phoenix handles himself around Athena. Even if he doesn't know the full extent of her traumas, he knows she's nervous and perhaps not in the best of spirits. He's a LOT more gentle with her than Apollo, is for damn sure; guiding her through examining Courte's body and praising her for getting through it despite going pale. He does still tease in 5-DLC, 5-3, and 5-4, but it's more playful than what he does with Apollo. He also keeps it to a minimum in 5-1 after just barely making it before she has another shutdown, prioritising his role as a reliable presence over anything else. A very good example of this is 5-5; when the big revelation finally comes and Athena's ready to confess to what really happened during UR-1, Phoenix is there to reassure her that she's safe and prevents the Judge from butting in to give her room to disclose what happened.

When push comes to shove and Athena can't quite make it out of that terrible mental space on her own, it's her friends and allies that ultimately help pull her out. Juniper Woods re-assures Athena of her faith, something that had appeared to waver over this case until the truth of what she saw the day of the murder came out. Simon Blackquill reminds her why she's even here to begin with, indirectly stating that he so desperately wishes her to succeed and bring them both out of this mess. Apollo Justice - on top of the usual "your're fine!" bit - reminds her of the skills she has to turn 5-3 around. Phoenix Wright, having dealt with many a client and friend burdened by trauma, gives Athena the stable footing she needs to get back up and carry on. Even if he needs to step in now and then, it's not to belittle or infantalise her - it's to be supportive.

I've said before in a past essay I don't really think too highly of anymore that I don't really mind the fact that Athena needs so much help throughout the game. This is the main reason why; her PTSD from the events of UR-1 have a believable impact on her character and ability to perform normally, with characters helping to pull her back out in ways unique to them and their respective relationship to her. As I said, she gets all that support because she genuinely NEEDS it. The game does a good job proving that much.

And that's alright.

Part of the reason it took so long to solve this is that Athena constantly pushed people away from her problems. She didn't want anyone else to become another psychological casualty of something that otherwise only affects her. It's when she finally sees that Phoenix can and does help her that she can finally let him do so, and help him in return by digging into that dark place and letting the memories of that day come back to her.

Trauma in Ace Attorney doesn't often get this level of focus. It can and has been depicted rather well in the past - see Edgeworth for a good example - but Athena, being the heart-on-your-sleeve type and a protagonist, offers a unique opportunity to witness how it affects her on a more personal, sometimes first-person level. Between a gut-wrenching and haunting presentation, stellar characterisation, and fairly grounded consequences and reactions to it from her and others... it's a rare part of Dual Destinies that I have no complaints about.

Happy Thena Thursday!.....?

#dual destinies analysis #thena thursday #thena thoughts #dual destinies spoilers #ace attorney spoilers #athena cykes #dual destinies #undescribed #i'd also like to mention how painful it is to see shivering athena from the counsel perspective. #you're standing right next to her while she's in genuine anguish and telling you to stand down and accept her guilt. #the same things that make us laugh make us cry just as hard.

[maisha133]

So I see a lot of people thinking that evajacks might end in a romeo x juliet fashion, I also believe that as well. However, my theory is that Jacks kills Apollo in which he dies in the process. Evangeline at this point in time, has her memories back and is completely broken. She confesses to Jacks that she loves him and goes fuck it and kisses him on the lips not even caring if she dies anymore because she can’t imagine a world without Jacks. And just as she thinks she is going to die, she doesn’t and boom Jacks is also alive because some how her kiss brought him back to life. Apollo is dead, they get married and live happily ever after??????

I hope???

#evajacks #evangeline fox #jacks

[umbran6]

The Roasting of the Deadbeat

I know I've posted this before, but I felt like this should be repeated since its... Father's Day. Or maybe its already past Father's Day if you're reading this post on some other part of the world. My least favorite holiday each year, second only to Columbus Day (I formally recognize Native American Day, TYVM). But I feel like I must say this, otherwise we forget that these people deserve this.

SCREW YOU HEPHAESTUS. Yes, I'm focusing on him, not Zeus.

Leo has every right to hate this bastard and if he could, spit on his throne. This hermit of a god abandoned Leo for nearly sixteen years, apparently too obsessed in either making stuff or screwing other people to even care about his son. Hephaestus isn't there to comfort Leo when his mother died, much less intervene in the actual matter when he, as god of the forge and flame, had every capability to do so.

The god doesn't even have the willingness to confess that he badly messed up with Leo, favoring his other children who get to Camp Half-Blood — his many, many children that ranged from either 18 (Charles freaking Beckendorf) to young Harley who was 8 years old. They get there young, they get there to stay for several years or months, and they get the training and knowledge to understand the world they truly live in.

Leo is extremely high up in that age range, at 16 years old when most demigods are brought to camp by age 12. Leo is apparently blessed with extremely rare fire powers not seen for several centuries, yet its a kid like Harley who is young to the point his demigod powers shouldn't even have manifested that gets the special treatment. When Medea looked into the future, she saw Leo as such a big threat to the Primordial Mother that Gaea herself made a personal visit at an attempt to psychologically break Leo when he was eight years old. Eight years old, the same age Harley is during The Lost Hero, yet Hephaestus does nothing as Leo's life falls apart around him.

HERA has a stronger relationship with Leo because she was actually there to help raise the kid. When the mother that tossed you off of Mount Olympus, the goddess that cursed each and every child of Zeus that was ever born (as far as we know of) is treating your child in a better way than you are, there is something wrong with you, you emotionally stunted goblin of a god.

ZEUS cared more about his children in his own warped way despite being an abusive bastard `and practically rival to Hephaestus in being a deadbeat. When Thalia was about to be killed by monsters Hades unleashed upon her, because, you know, Zeus broke a pact on the River Styx by sticking his dick in Beryl Grace (twice!), he at least had the decency to turn her into a tree so that she didn't die. It was severely implied in The Demigod Diaries that Zeus led her to find Luke and Annabeth. In Percy Jackson's Greek Gods its shown that he at least had an overprotective side to Athena and spoiled Artemis and satisfied several of her demands. Now I'm not excusing Zeus' own abuse towards his other children like Apollo and Ares. Zeus gave crumbs, you didn't even have the decency to give Leo anything at all.

HERMES, who screwed the pooch with Luke twice over, tried to do his best with him or by him. When Luke searched for a quest to prove his worth to the gods, Hermes offered it only unfortunately for the quest to end in failure. He left Luke in the care of his mentally unstable mother. Yet Hermes recognized the fact that he severely fucked up and tried to make amends, even apparently forgiving Luke despite the fact that he came inches to toppling Olympus. Hermes was willing to try to make amends and honored his son's wishes by helping Percy find the rest of his demigod children that were unclaimed. Hermes accepted that he had a hand for Luke's hatred towards Olympus and the he wronged Luke, Hephaestus has so far done zilch.

HADES did his best to protect Nico and Bianca when Zeus tried to kill them all, hiding them in the Lotus Hotel and Casino. When Marie Levesque was going to bring Hazel to Alaska, he tried to intervene and stop them from doing so because he knows Gaea was manipulating her and backed off at her wishes. When Nico is going through severe emotional turmoil during Blood of Olympus, he goes out of his way despite the Greco-Roman schizophrenia to help guide and comfort his son.

Hephaestus didn't even get Leo to Camp Half-Blood directly. Coach Hedge found Leo completely by accident. If it weren't for Hera literally rigging things so that Jason, Piper, and Leo were picked up at the Grand Canyon Skywalk, Leo would never have known that his life was screwed over by higher powers than him. His first direct interaction with Leo isn't even to give a sincere apology about the fact that he's been the shittiest deadbeat in millennia, its about to info-dump about the Giants. When Leo calls him out about this, Hephaestus doesn't even apologize for that and sweeps it under the rug and never speaks with Leo again.

So screw you Hephaestus. Decent fathers should be worth honoring, respecting at the very least. He deserves nothing, and should get nothing. His mother, who threw him off of Olympus, has a better relationship with his own son than he does. The rest of his fellow Olympians, even his shitbag of an adoptive father, have done better than him. He can do better, and he should be doing better. Hephaestus, the victim of abusive, neglectful parenting and parental favoritism should know the pitfalls of this and how to avoid them. Yet you're the divine equivalent of starting the cycle all over again, and it shows.

Let me finish on this note for you:

He is a god who is dedicated to forging inventions and fixing that which is broken. Yet for everything he has learned, he does not have the capability of fixing the bonds that he broke by his own hand.

#leo valdez #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #hoo #trials of apollo #rick riordan #toa #hephaestus #zeus #hades #luke castellan #thalia grace #jason grace #apollo (pjo) #hermes #annabeth chase #coach hedge #fathersday #Hephaestus was a horrible father #pjo #pjo hoo

[t-h-i-n-g]

hii i hope you’re well! could i request a percy jackson x daughter of apollo reader where they’re long time best friends who both fell in love somewhere along the way, but neither has wanted to confess for fear of ruining the relationship or getting rejected?

Give It A Chance

a/n: percy jackson is 100% a swifty thats all im saying. does that have anything to do with the fic? no it doesn't i just have to put it out there lol. thanks for requesting!! i hope its okay that i made the not want to ruin what they have thing more one sided towards the reader. i hope you like it!!

word count: 1.2k

summary: he shouldn’t be staring at you like this. you shouldn’t even be in this position, literally. you both had so much to lose, he had to understand that.

warnings: light swearing, ?pining?, let me know if i missed any!

PJO/HOO - masterlist m.masterlist

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How did you even get here? Well if you wanted to be literal and go back to the beginning you could. So let's do that.

You and Percy were friends even before you knew that gods existed. Before the never ending terror of being attacked outside of camp became known. Before either of you knew who Grover was.

Having been forced to be friends since your parents were. Both of your moms would have wine nights weekly. Every Saturday from 5:00-9:00 to be exact. While they were giggling to each other about Brad Pitt, you and Percy would sit in each other's rooms doing anything that kept you entertained. One time you both filled up a room with bubbles. Well, that was in your bathroom not your bedroom. Both of your parent’s cooing at the soap in your hair and the bubble beards on your chin.

Once wine night was over he would walk with his mother back to their home. Having lived a block away. Hand in hand with his mom he would look over his shoulder to you. Hair still wet as he gave you a wave goodbye. Which you returned, sad he had to go but excited for the next weekend already.

Once a couple of years have passed, you grew old enough to go to Percy’s place without your mom's supervision. Her only request to ignore any one who talked to you. Including the man you looked like Santa except shirt-less. 

She did not like hearing that knock off Santa was talking to you when you did inform her…. Yeah, she didn’t let you out of the house that week. Once she did give you the permission, your walks to Percy’s never included seeing or talking to shirtless Santa again.

You met Grover when the both of you were in school. That’s when you found out the reason your father wasn’t present because he was a god….

Now you tell someone that and see how they react. You called bs denying, denying, turning your head in the other direction. It wasn’t until your mother told you it was true that you started to believe. What really was the icing on the cake was a fuLL ON BULL/DEVIL TRYING TO KILL YOU-

It was an emotional departure from your mother and Percy’s. But, it was for the best. They were more in danger with both of you around and you being in a monster free zone that they couldn’t enter….the answer was pretty clear.

From there on the two of you met other, as you know now, demigods. As well as Chiron. You fainted when you saw him in his centar form for the first time.

Over the course of the following years yours and Percy’s bond was pretty much the same if not it grew. However, you came to wish to see him more than a friend. But you couldn’t ruin what you already had. The two of you were inseparable. Always asking where the other was when not together. Checking up on each other. Of course there were arguments, but you learned to look past then. Always coming to a compromise. Making sure to never bring up the known tension between the two of you.

And all those actions still somehow lead you here. Percy pinning you down, sand from the beach making its way into your hair. Him staring at you with stars in his eyes, a smile adorning his face. A breathy laugh passed through his lips as he leaned in closer. Millimeters away from you. A little play fight being the influence for how you ended up.

You turned your head to the side, looking out to the open water. You heard Percy sigh, placing his forehead in the sand above your shoulder.

“Gods, you’re driving me crazy,” he mumbled next to your ear. You turned back to look at him, however he plopped down onto the ground beside you. Accidentally pulling up some sand and getting it in your eye. You turned onto your side to face him. Taking a finger you wiped away the pesky rocks from your vision.

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” you stated, peering down at him. He chuckled sarcastically.

“Yeah, sure.” Silence passed over the both of you. Before Percy decided to prop himself up onto his elbows. “I’m gonna talk about it-” he was cut off by your groan. It was your turn to lay onto your back.

“Please don’t,” you murmured to him.

“You can’t keep doing me like this, Y/n,” Percy stated, looking at you. Your hands covered your face. “I know you think it’ll ruin everything-”

“I know it’s going to ruin everything, Percy,” your voice muffled. “We have such a good thing going now. What if it doesn’t go the way you think it will and we want to not be together. Things won’t be the same after that.” “Y/n, you and I both know I want you,” Percy's voice was soft but stern. He sat up fully, taking your hands away from your face. “You wanna know when I realized?” You waited for him to continue. Fidgeting with his fingers that still held yours, looking away. “When your dad’s sign showed up above your head. Your smile was so bright; you were so excited that Apollo was your dad. Honestly I’m pretty sure you were actually more excited to get out of the Hermes cabin than anything.” You let out a laugh, looking up at him.

“It frickin stunk in there,” you defended. It was his turn to chuckle. He pulled on your hands signaling you to sit up. You did, staring into his eyes, pondering your next move. 

“That was when I just knew,” Percy continued, “You were the one I want. We’ve been through hell and back, Y/n. Doesn’t that at least tell you something? I know you feel the same way so why can’t you just give in? What’s the worst that can happen?” you opened your mouth, he cut you off, answering for you, “It doesn’t work out. Okay, sure maybe that’s a possibility but we’ve been through worse. If it doesn’t work out we’ll just continue what we’re doing now, have a laugh about it, whatever. Just give it a shot, Y/n. After everything we've been through, you can at least give me that.”

You gazed into his eyes. Showing the wanting and eagerness in them. You bit your lip, fighting a mental battle in your head.

“If this doesn’t work out you owe me a hundred bucks.” His face lit up.

“And what happens if it does?” he asked. You pondered the question.

“We’ll see, Jackson,” you remarked. The smile on his face continued to grow as he came closer.

“This means I can kiss you now and you won’t dodge me, right?” he questioned.

 As his lips grew closer to yours , you smiled lightly.

“We’ll see, Jackson,” you stated again in a whisper. Without a second to lose his mouth flew to yours. You cupped his face as he once again took his place above you. A hand on your waist while the other held him up.

He was right, you would just have to see where the road ahead takes you. In the end he would be next to you every step of the way.

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#percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x yn #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson fanfic

[illicthearts]

A Cruse For True Love Spoilers

Chapter 40 - Epilogue

“Well, she’s not a raging bitch like you,” said LaLa.” SPEAK YOUR TRUTH

Why does Jacks hate me? Like one bad decision after another

This whole book is just him making unnecessary decisions

OMG THE CONFESSION 😭😭😭

I love vulnerable Jacks

I swear to god if she dies I’m going to kill the author

Lmao not her forgetting to breath because she was too distracted by the kiss

Also what happened to his heart?

Apollo is such a menace, GET THE HINT DUDE

Okay if Jacks dies than I’m suing

Does Aurora have no dignity? Like girl this is embarrassing at this point

The whole Valor family have lost their minds

Yk I wanted Jacks to kill him but I suppose this will do

lmao Dane is so funny

I GOT MY HAPPY ENDING

Although I do want to know more about Jacks and his family and stuff as well as Evangeline’s

Also what happened to her step sister, girly just disappeared of the face of the earth

As with Apollo’s brother and Luc

“Other stories were brewing in the Magnificent North.” LaLa and Castor??

#jacks prince of hearts #evangeline fox #ouabh #evajacks #tbona #the ballad of never after #jacks x evangeline #a curse for true love #acftl spoilers #acftl #reading notes: a curse for true love

[whispersinthedawn]

Ocean of Storms 1

“You want anything your governor cannot find for you, you ask me,” Percy told him with a confidence that would have stoked his interest any other year.

That year – he just wanted to crush her.

He leaned forwards in challenge. “Can you get me home again?”

“Depends,” she hedged, “on where home is.”

“Earth.”

Earth with its towering metropolises of steel and glass, winding waterways all flowing into each other, and verdant vertical fields that could feed the entire Solar System.

“I won’t say I cannot do it,” Percy replied, undeterred. “But it will cost you.”

Apollo huffed a bitter laugh. It seemed so strange that this girl, clearly veering towards the wrong side of the law, on this backwater planet covered with whirlpools and waterspouts and only a single town in sight, was the first person to make this claim he could bring himself to trust.

Oh, no doubt she’d demand a hefty fee – but money he could handle. Money had never been the concern in the first place.

“I’ve been exiled,” he confessed, the cavernous hollow inside his chest aching once again at the reminder.

Percy swallowed, a hint of wariness entering her green gaze at the revelation. But she didn’t depart or make excuses, gave no indication indeed that being alone in a room with an exile discomforted her at all.

He didn’t know whether it was foolishness or bravery, or merely bravado concealing a wealth of terror.

He wasn’t certain he cared.

“There’ll be a price,” Percy reiterated sombrely. “A price perhaps too great to pay, but someone exiled you. There will always be a price to retract that decision.”

Apollo shuddered. Yes, a price. Seemed he couldn’t escape the price even on another planet.

Exile for killing Krios – or a funeral for his mother.

It wasn’t a price worth paying at all.

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#percy jackon and the olympians #fanfiction #perpollo #pjo #percy jackson #apollo #fem percy #percy x apollo #outer space #magic science and intergalactic politics

[hobeemin]

dionysus

🌸genre: smut, pwp, angst, romance, fantasy, established relationship, greek god au

🌸pairing: hades!min yoongi x oc (persephone)

🌸rating: 18+

🌸warning(s): swearing, jealousy, public sex, exhibitionism, secrecy, doggy style, reverse cowgirl, praise kink, body worship, multiple orgasms, overstimulation/edging, cunnilingus, dirty talk

🌸word count: 1.3k

🌸credits: a few thank yous are in order, to @meirkive mei i love the banners you made! it was so hard to choose 💜💜💙💙 also to @rkivian kiri thank you for beta reading this on such short notice 💜💜💙💙

🌸a/n: this drabble is a prequel to Jamais Vu It will give an insight to the beginnings of their complicated relationship. hope you enjoy 

Lovers Through the Ages

⁂ Hosted by: Professor Naia through @bangtansorciere

⤐  AU Type: a legendary love

⤐  Theme(s): soulmates, star-crossed lovers/forbidden love

⤐  Kinks: public sex, exhibitionism, secrecy, doggy style, reverse cowgirl, praise kink, body worship, multiple orgasms, overstimulation/edging, cunnilingus, dirty talk

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

The deep baritone voice behind her had washed over her. She smiled to herself as she turned around to see him standing there. A smile had spread across her face as he stepped forward wrapping his arms around her. His lips pressed against hers in a breathtaking kiss. It would’ve knocked her off her feet if he hadn’t been holding onto her. She left out a soft purr as his lips ghosted her neck. Her fingers gripped the leather jacket he wore.

It seemed like her brain short circuited when it came to him.

“I-"

He pulled away with a smirk as his dark eyes drank in her form. “Yes, Kitten?”

Her cheeks glowed under his gaze as the flowers adorning her hair began to bloom rapidly. A trait he always loved about her.

“I tried to leave early but you know how she is,” she explained.

He nodded in understanding as his fingers massaged her side with care. “I do. You didn’t have any trouble getting down here did you?”

She shook her head, making her curls bounce. “The forest nymphs are covering for me.”

He frowned slightly at the news. “I don’t want you to get in trouble Persephone-"

She placed her hand on his cheek with an endearing smile. “Yoongi, I love you. I’d find a way back to you.”

His heart swelled at her words. As God of the Underworld, there shouldn’t have been any emotions, but when it came to her, his Goddess of Spring, he’d lay down his life for her. She was the best thing that ever happened to him, and that was saying a lot. After eons of loneliness she practically fell into his lap-literally.

Since that moment, she haunted his thoughts. Much to his surprise, the feeling was mutual. It took some planning, but these secret rendezvous became more frequent. Even though the consequences would be dire if they were ever found out, they decided it was worth it.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you? I was ready to send Apollo to Tartarus for looking in your direction,” he muttered before nipping her earlobe.

“I don’t pay him any attention,” she whispered.

“If he would have touched you, I would have killed him,” he growled.

Persephone looked up at him in amusement. “That jealousy is your Acheille’s heel.”

Yoongi sighed as he nuzzled against her. “You know how he is, but I’ll try to not be jealous.”

“Good. Cause I only have eyes for you, Yoongi,” she said before kissing his cheek.

His cheeks reddened from her confession. It took a lot to get him flustered, but she always found a way. Feeling nervous all of a sudden, Yoongi glanced at her, unsure of what to say.

“Persephone, I need to ask you something.”

The change in his voice made her worried. Was he second guessing their relationship? Was it too much to handle? Would he rather be alone? So many thoughts ran through her mind, she didn’t notice Yoongi dropping to one knee clearing his throat.

She looked down as the realization crossed her face. “Oh my Zeus…Yoongi?!”

He smiled up at her, taking a small box out of his pocket. “I thought I’d be alone forever… I accepted that fate for so long until you came into my life. You wonderful, beautiful being whose heart is so full. You made a place for me and let me love you. I want to spend the rest of my life devoting myself to you. Will you marry me?”

Persephone was stunned. Did she hear him correctly? Yoongi asked her to marry him.

Her eyes misted over as she tried to not get choked up as he slipped an obsidian ring set with amethyst gems. As soon as he stood, Persephone jumped into his arms pressing her lips to his. Yoongi gripped the back of her legs, picking her up and pushed her against the rail.

The party went on below as he kept her on the balcony.

He pulled away, running his tongue against her ear.

“Gonna make love to you right, now my Goddess of Spring. I don’t care who sees us.”

“Y-Yes. Please,” she begged.

The rustling of clothing was muffled by the music below. Yoongi dropped to his knees looking up at her pussy as he pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties to the side. Groaning, he spread her legs stroking her outer lips. She jumped at his touch, biting down on her lower lip.

“Your pussy smells delicious. May I have a taste?”

“Yes, my Hades,” she moaned softly.

Yoongi buried his tongue past her folds, moaning as he tasted her. Such sweet notes. Persephone tried to stay quiet, but he felt too good. Her knuckles tightened on the balcony railing as she threw her head back in pleasure.

Her fingers dragged through his dark hair. He let it grow longer than before. The ends touched the back of his neck. Just enough for her to grip onto. He was relentless. His tongue swirled around her clit, loving the sounds she made. Her sounds grew louder as his fingers added to the pleasure, pumping two while he continued his feast.

Persephone clenched around his fingers and he knew she was close. He stopped his movements, pulling away. She whined out as he stood up kissing her as she tasted her essence on his lips.

Yoongi grunted, feeling himself tighten in his pants.

"I need you now, Kitten."

She nodded as he turned her so she faced the balcony. Suckling on her neck until marks bloomed, he leaned in close to her.

"I want everyone to know we're together. I don't care who sees us.”

Without a pause, Yoongi slipped past her folds. They groaned out in unison. He let her adjust before snapping his hips. She jerked forward, grabbing onto the railing as she tried to keep her sounds muffled. Yoongi sucked in his teeth, taking a handful of her hair and tugging it with a sharp snap.

"Let them hear you."

"H-Hades!!!"

His eyelids fluttered shut from her voice. "Fuck yes Persephone. Say my name."

He slid his hand up her shirt tugging at her bra releasing her breast from their confines. He squeezed, pinched and pulled on her pert nipples as the sound of skin connecting filled the air along with their sounds. If anyone at the party could hear them, they didn't let it on. It was better to not feel the wrath of the God of the Underworld.

His fingers dug into her hip as his movements quickened. Persephone could only cry out as her eyes rolled back. This was a new side to him. Normally he'd be gentle with her but this was a welcome change. Yoongi being rough was becoming a turn on for her.

As if she couldn't have become deeper in love with him, her body readied for her orgasm. She'd been building it since he ate her out. The electric current ran through as her sounds went an octave higher.

"I-I'm gonna…. fuck Yoongi please-"

He smiled wide, kissing her shoulder, and pinched her nipples once more.

"Cum for me Goddess."

Persephone threw her head back as the flowers in her hair burst open as pollen sprinkled down. Yoongi gasped as he followed suit, holding onto her as his forehead pressed against her back.

It seemed to last for some time until both collapsed against the railing.

Breathing hard, Yoongi smiled at her, kissing her cheek and neck before sliding out. He helped her clean up and redress before leading them back to the party.

He couldn't keep his hands off her as she couldn't help but giggle.

The moment was short-lived as a shrill voice screamed over the music.

"PERSEPHONE!!"

She froze in her tracks, gripping Yoongi’s arm.

"Oh no."

"What baby?"

The color drained from her face.

"My mother's here."

#bangtangames #bangtaninn #bangtanarmynet #houseofddaeng #btsdreamcourt #bangtansorciere #btsgoldnet #btshoneyhive #btscarnivalnet #kvanity #52hertz #kwritersworldnet #bangtanbathhouse #min yoogni #bts #yoongi x oc #bts x oc #yoongi smut #bts smut #yoongi fic #bts fic

[phoenix--flying]

superhero au? superhero au based on this post and fic

BUT !! my babies <3

Charles leaned on the crutch tucked under his arm, following after Clarisse as she walked down the hall. His eyes trailed to each room they passed, the people laying in each bed. Most of the people in this hospital were here because of their most recent raid. He was glad, however, that the majority of the injuries their people got hadn’t been serious, there were still a few, like who Clarisse was leading him to.

He hadn’t seen Lee when his father brought him out, but he’d heard the callout that he’d gone down. He remembered Jake grabbing Michael to stop him from running into the building, remembered Silena panicking when she heard the callout, remembered having to calm Clarisse down after she'd come out with Apollo.

His eyes flickered to the room beside them as Clarisse took the clipboard the nurse gave her. Silena was laying on the hospital bed, her wrist cuffed to the arms of the bed. Because she’d been cooperative with her nurses and the Olympians, they hadn’t felt the need to restrain her completely. His eyes drifted to the room beside her where Luke was, both wrists cuffed to the arms of his bed in despite of the fact that he’d been unconscious since he was handed over to them at the raid.

In another room, he was pretty sure was guarded, was Alabaster Torrington and Ethan Nakamura, he wasn’t sure why they’d been allowed to stay in the same room but he had a feeling it had to do with Alabaster mother, who had on several occasions, gotten into arguments with the Olympians about her children.

He vaguely remembered the boys from sector two, children of Hecate and Nemesis respectively. Luke trained with them often so it wasn’t a big shock to him when they disappeared not long after he did.

“Come on.” Clarisse muttered.

Charles looked over at her as she handed the clipboard back over and started walking again. The hall they entered seemed tense somehow. It felt wrong to be walking through it, he hadn’t before.

As soon as Lee’s surgery had finished, he was put in a private room with strict visitation. Nobody was allowed in without Apollos direct permission. Even Silena, who had been Lee’s best friend since they were kids; they’d started the program together and had shared a dorm since, had been denied access.

Charles had a feeling that was because of her recent confession of handing off information to Kronos.

Apollo had been strict with who was allowed into Lees room, even being wary of his own staff according to Michael. So far, the only people who’d been allowed in were his mother and siblings. Apollo watched each checkup his staff preformed, as if he felt Lee was in danger. Like his staff would try to kill his eldest son.

So, he wasn’t surprised when the man was standing outside the room when the two of them approached. He eyed them cautiously, arms crossed across his chest. This was far from the first time Charles had spoken with Apollo, but it was the first time he didn’t seem laidback. Apollo was one of the most relaxed of the Olympians, right next to Dionysus. He was constantly cracking jokes which earned him a slap from his sister even in meetings.

But now he stared at Charles like he was an enemy.

“Sir.” Clarisse greeted through gritted teeth. He knew she was antsy to make sure Lee was alright despite hearing it from his siblings, but she couldn’t very well snap at Apollo or she absolutely would not be getting into the room behind him.

“Maimer, Blaze.” Charles almost winced at the formality of the greeting. Apollo barely ever called them by their hero names outside of missions.

Apollos normally warm gaze felt like ice as he regarded them cautiously. A tense silence hung in the hall for what felt like an hour but was realistically only five minutes before Apollo stepped to the side, allowing them access to the door.

Charles gave a short nod and murmured a thanks as Clarisse rushed to get into the room.

He couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged at his lips when he stepped into the room and his eyes landed on Lee sitting up in his bed. The blond boy grinned and laughed as Clarisse hugged him.

“You fucking asshole! Never do that again!” She snapped.

Lee only chuckled, leaning his head on her shoulder. “Yeah, yeah. Love you too Risse.” He murmured. His voice was raspy and tired.

Clarisse glanced back at Charles once she let go of Lee. “That didn’t happen.”

“Of course not.” Charles agreed, turning back to the other boy. “Good to see you’re not dead.”

“Same to you.” Lee mused.

It was weird to see him with the bandages. It wasn’t odd to see Lee with random band aids or patches since he tended to get small cuts or minor injuries during training. But currently the left half of his head was wrapped in bandages, even covering up his eye. He didn’t seem bothered, though, he still had his usual bright smile on his face, albeit looking a bit tired which Charles couldn’t blame him for.

But he was glad Lee was otherwise okay. Silena may be in custody at the moment, but as long as the four of them were okay, they could get through this.

#superhero au #charles beckendorf #clarisse la rue #lee fletcher #apollo pjo #silena beauregard #luke castellan #pjo #pjo au #phoenix ficlets #phoenix drabbles #phoenix aus #lee and clarisse r best friends fight me #I DO NOT CARE !! #this is ?? technically a mortal au ?? #the olympians arent gods #but they aren't completely human yk #they have super powers!! #but theyre not gods #and their children are not demigods

[geckosquid]

More ghost trick notes! This is chapters 13-15 I think.

We’ve seen this puzzle before.

Hey! That’s not the minister’s daughter!

So Lynne took in Joud’s daugher because he saved her life. That was nice of her.

Oh SHIT. That’s what really happened. This reminds me of that one case I think Simon and Athena are a part of in the Apollo Justice game? I never played it I just know the characters from that one ace attorney comic.

She calls him SISSY?! An unfortunate nickname if I ever saw one.

Is this blue lady is a spirit medium? She knows Sissel is there.

Oh Lynne is grilling cabanera now. Cut into him!

I really wish that this game had the character names on their speech bubbles like ace attorney does. I’m having a hard time keeping track of all their names.

Someone spun the Cupid around…..there’s only one character we know that can do that….unless….there is another ghost! And it had it in for Detective Joud’s Family! but who and why? The plot thickens….

OH SHIT THE GUN WAS IN THE MUSIC BOX THAT IS CURRENTLY MISSING?! Why would detective Joud think it would be useful to Sissel? At the time this happened, he was still alive.

Do it before the statute of limitations runs out, do it before the wrong person is executed…

The justice minister’s wife definitely writes smut. Ether that or the kid is too young for romance novels. I guess it could be taken either way.

He figured it out!

A manipulator? Like another ghost? Or someone who manipulates hearts? I think it’s the second one, because they sound like change of heart cases. Where someone goes to do a thing, and then they end up doing a different thing. Like confessing their sins. Or in the case of one of the prisoners, the government’s sins.

Not of their own volition huh? If Sissel can manipulate objects, is there a ghost out there that can full on possess other people?

The minister too?!

“The memory doesn’t clearly remain”, huh. Just like when Lynne shot Sissel. She doesn’t remember doing it, but there it is, on the camera. That means she probably didn’t mean to shoot him, but we still don’t know what he said to her.

If different ghosts get different ghost tricks, what can the lamp do? Besides give unclear answers to questions.

Where are you going inspector!? Get back here and talk to Sissel!

The good doggo boi returns!

So Joud didn’t actually kill that guy, he was struck by a meteorite the exact same moment that Joud pulled the trigger but it didn’t fire? (Because in the memory it didn’t fire. There was a second shot after that that was the meteroite)

yep that’s exactly what happened.

The man in the park. Who was a captured criminal who escaped. Who kidnapped Lynne and got hit by a meteorite. WAS SISSEL?! He didn’t die after being hit with the meteorite? HE LIVED ANOTHER 10 YEARS DOING CRIMAL DEALS WITH SHADY BLUE PEOPLE AND ONLY DIED WHEN HE WAS SHOT BY LYNNE?

He was a bad guy?

And his name isn’t SISSEL?!

Who is the “me” you have been chasing all night indeed? What kind of criminal was he, and what was is real name?

Also the meteorite has the same kind of effect that Sissel’s body had in the beginning of the game.

WHAT THERE IS TWO OF HIM?! AND HE KILLED THE INSPECTOR? HE HAS AN IDENTICAL TWIN?!

What the fuck is going on?! I am so fucking confused.

This other “Sissel” was indeed killed by the meteorite, then went to possess the gun in the house to kill Joud’s wife, and possibly all the other things? But how does this ghost have a body? How did it not disappear and spend ten years plotting revenge with a foreign government? What kind of criminal was he? Is he the one who can possess bodies and killed the other “Him” who we know as the main character? THE FUCK?! The body is just a PUPPET?!

HE’S THE ONE WHO SAID TO WIPE OUT EVERYONE RELATED TO TEMSIK, WHY LYNNE DIED THE FIRST TIME.

#ghost trick #ghost trick spoilers #geckosquid plays ghost trick #OH BOY THINGS TOOK A FUCKING TURN AND I’M SO CONFUSED #I WANT TO FINISH THE GAME THERES LIKE TWO CHAPTERS LEFT BUT ITS LATE AND I GOTTA SLEEP #I guess this is why everyone was like ‘don’t look up anything about it just play the game’ #to be concluded next time I have no idea where the heck this could possibly go next

[theminecraftbox]

The discussion about Fran in the latest Strangling Fruit chapter makes me wonder if Eldritch Confessions!Dream resents George the cat at all. Or Rat the dog during its brief stay in prison, for that matter. Quackity can rip out a human being's teeth with pliers and laugh about it, but the thought of an animal getting hurt makes him sad? God, what a nutcase. (Or is Dream really that despicable...?)

/dsmp /rp

The thing is, Dream doesn’t actually believe Quackity wouldn’t hurt an animal for no reason, or for very little reason. There’s a reason he refuses to name Rat. (And to self-indulgently pull in a little tidbit from another of my fics—in Shell Game, I very specifically had Dream offhandedly, caustically remark that Quackity’s probably going to go off and drown kittens. Because Dream is not very objective about the degree and direction of Quackity’s sadism!)

So in Eldritch Confessions, Dream is absolutely certain that if he expressed the slightest hint of care (attachment) towards George the cat, Quackity would torture it to death. I mean, look what happened to Tommy’s cat, and that a) was Tommy’s own animal, b) was Tommy, who while destructive and impulsive is far less intentional and sadistic than Quackity. Dream is assuming that the only reason Quackity is treating the cat well (and Sam is tolerating it at all) is because Dream is treating it with distaste.

Sam + Dream + Fran, and Sam + Dream + animals in general, is a bit different.

Dream doesn’t think Sam is the type to hit his dog or to pull wings off of butterflies. He is teasing Sam about Fran because he’s trying to needle Sam about his control issues, not about any sadism. But Dream also isn’t surprised when Sam kills Apollo or Rat—after all, they a) were connected to Dream, b) broke the rules. Similarly, if Fran demonstrated Dream apologism, Sam… would do something about that. Not beat her. But do something about it to make sure the behavior wouldn’t be repeated.

Dream isn’t jealous of Fran, either, because he views Fran not as ~something who receives good treatment from Sam~, but as ~something who is completely under Sam’s control~ and who is treated well only because of that.

Well. He’s not jealous of Fran when he’s clear-headed, anyway.

#animal abuse #fic talk #au: eldritch confessions #strangling fruit #prison trio

[attorneys-against-court-violence]

I apologise in advance, I just need to get this itch out of my brain.

Twice I've encountered the idea that Retinz/Reus didn't kill Manov Mistree. And every time, my mind comes back to these two moments:

Retinz describes Mistree as "but a fan". This is someone he's known for years but far from familiarity, he sounds almost dismissive of the boy. He does share his secret with him and allow him to carry his mantle though...

His self-described "grand illusion". It's what tips Apollo off to the idea that the murder had been committed via trickery. Retinz even goes so far as to hang this trickery over Trucy's head when he's defeated (even calling it HIS magic). At the same time, he might just be talking about his magic forged contract... which we also have little to no evidence for that being his doing specifically...

Now don't get it twisted. I don't think he's nearly as petty or flatly evil as I perhaps painted him in my mind - the guy was likely a member of the troupe from childhood and got kicked out years later for one mistake. His foray into pyrotechnics imply that his magic had been dangerous from the get-go but we don't get the impression he messed it up more than once.

Whether he actually murdered Manov Mistree is another point though. The way it's written makes it sound like he didn't think much of a fan he's known for several years, that he's proud that he managed to fool Trucy with this stunt. But then there's no direct evidence he tampered with the set - not the sword OR the coffin. Just that they were tampered with. We don't get a direct confession out of Retinz either, same way we would for a good chunk of other culprits.

Were the writers conscious that they had constructed a plausible argument for him not being guilty? Or were they simply writing another scumbag to put behind bars? It's not like Ace Attorney can't be complex - Matt Engarde and Marlon Rimes are good examples of more complicated culprits - but the truth is usually made apparent by the end of it all. We KNOW Matt hired de Killer and we KNOW Rimes had accidentally killed the Captain.

Retinz? There's enough wriggle-room to say he didn't do it. But he's written as if he did.

It's honestly a little eerie... a murder with no definite culprit is a rarity - if at all common - in Ace Attorney. That part tends to be the simplest, the one that can be most definitively proven; how you get there is the hard part.

Execution counts for a lot more than intent. It's the reason why I've harped about the phantom so harshly; I LOVE the intention behind him and I LOVE the ideas behind him. But he is so clumsy in execution that he ends up more flat and confusing in a way that really bothers me.

Retinz in hindsight is kind of the opposite of that; he comes across as pretty petty on first-blush, but the way he's written ended up making him open to an interpretation that is more interesting and even tragic in the right light.

After all...

There IS the fact the footage was edited to remove the ONE part that showed Trucy's complete sword-switch. There IS the fact that he had set up the circumstances for this plot to even be possible. Hell, there really doesn't seem to be any reason for the other characters involved to kill Mistree, save for Trucy as he stole her diary.

There's this uncanny valley effect of uncertainty lingering around this trial. All evidence pointing to Retinz isn't remotely as clear-cut as things like Manfred's shoulder bullet or Ken Dingling intentionally hiding Max's bust. And it bothers me.

Given the sheer volume of signs pointing towards Retinz it's clear enough the writing wants you to think he did it, and there's good odds that he did. AA culprits are no strangers to doing whacky things to remove culpability - that's half the point of each case after all! For all intents and purposes, Retinz is the murderer. I don't get the impression this is something the writers did intentionally to play with the ambiguity of it all. As far as the story is concerned, he's not important enough to warrant a more complicated answer.

Though the fact that there IS enough room to give a more complicated answer is interesting to me. Any excuse I have to talk about one of the 3D game's more fun antagonists is a good one, so I'm glad to have this brought to my attention at all.

#ace attorney spoilers #soj spoilers #aa6 spoilers #hang loose baby! #i mean. he IS an asshole the size of uranus. #that part doesn't dissapate just because he isn't a murder man. #but in the absence of hard evidence and a direct confession i can see why this is a point of discussion. #when THE PHANTOM leaves behind more solid evidence than you did that's a cause to pause and rethink things. #given he set up the circumstances to allow this to happen it's likely for him to be responsible... #...but i can see an argument to the contrary standing up better than most cuplrits.

[lodessa]

37 and any pairing from Battlestar Galactica?

Baby, I need light I need fire I need to know that I'm alive I need love Baby, I need love I need lo-o-o-ove

Take me down, everybody down Take me down, down to the bottom Take me down, everybody down Take me down, down to the bottom

"Down to the Bottom" by Dorothy screams Kara to me, so have some Lee/Kara:

“You are drunk,” he says, putting his hands on her shoulders to steady her or keep her at a distance as he steps backwards away from where she has leaned in.

“And you,” she says, stabbing his chest with her forefinger,  “Are. Being. A. Buzz. Kill.”

“Am I?” he asks, eyebrow quirking up skeptically, “Or am I just not being an absolute shit friend.”

The little half smile he gives her is infuriating or endearing or provocative.  She isn’t sure right now.  Okay, Lee maybe has a point about the whole drunk thing, but it isn’t like she can just own that.  

“Oh,” she mock gasps, “My friend.  Hear that everyone,” she calls out to an audience that doesn’t exist,  “Gold star perfect good boy Captain Apollo is my friend.”

“Kara . . .” Lee says, as she goes to reach for the glass left on the table behind him.  “We have to be battle ready all the time right now.”

“I . . . I can’t do it,” she confesses, pressing her drink into his hand distractedly as she stares into those too bright, too earnest eyes of his.  “I don’t know how anyone can.  The downtime like this, not having a battle, or a bottle, or a body to get lost in.  I need it.  I need-”

“Something to take the edge off?” he seems to consider, raising her drink to his lips and taking a swallow she can’t tear her eyes off of the path of.

“Something like that,” she says more casually than she feels.  “Or more like I need to find the edge .. of something, anything. I just need to feel alive, vital, I have to chase something whether that’s a fight or a frak or the sweet forgetfulness of getting absolutely black out drunk.”

“How much did you already have? Are you maybe already blacked out?” he smiles a little wider but in a way that strikes her, even though the haze of the booze, as more tight and tense than ever.

“Maybe I am,” she shakes her head and laughs, putting her hands on either side of that chiseled jaw  and licking her lips.  “Maybe you could say or do anything right now, Lee, and I won’t even remember so it will be like it never happened.”

“I can’t,” Lee says, sounding pained like she asked him to chop off a limb instead of . . . well it’s not like she’s not a good lay or he doesn’t look at her sometimes like he- Never mind that.  

“Can’t relax for a frakking minute?  Can’t lower yourself to my level,” she spits out, shoving away from him back towards the comfort of the bottle. Frak him and his self righteous uptight judgemental-

But he’s less drunk and he grabs her wrist before she can reach her destination, backing her up against the bulkhead, pinning her hands behind her head, both of them suddenly breathing more heavily than the level of exertion justifies.

“Not like this,” he exhales, letting go of one of her hands so he can cup her face with his own.  “This can’t be a drunken debacle, a rock bottom we have to pretend we didn’t hit.”

“I wouldn’t have to pretend,” she half jokes, his sudden earnestness freaking her out, “I’m blacked out remember.”

“In that case,” Lee pauses, thumb brushing over her bottom lip and she wants to capture it between them and -  “This isn’t how I want us to happen, Kara.  From the first night we met we have almost been a whiskey soaked accident and maybe it is stupid to deny that destiny, to fight destiny, but I want something better for us.  I want, I want you to kiss me when we are both sober.  I want us to finally let go without the aid or the excuse of anything other than our own feelings, our want-”

And suddenly Kara wishes she was sober, or more drunk.  This conversation is beyond what she can do right now, but she isn’t numb enough to get any distance from it.

“Why?” she doesn’t mean to plead but it comes out sounding that way, “Why can’t we be just two hot shot pilot frak buddies who sometimes use each other to relieve some stress? Would that be so bad, Lee?”

“Not if that was what we were,” Lee presses his forehead to hers, his face so close she can feels the heat of his breath for a moment before he pulls back to look her directly in the eyes, “Are we just friends, Kara? Is there no part of you that . . . feels more?”

“Damnit, Lee,” she curses him, “Only you could turn my implied invitation to frak and twist it into . . . this.”

“That’s not an answer,” he insists, letting go of her and turning to walk away, shoulders slumping, towards the abandoned bottle.

“Only an idiot would need to ask,” she tells him, moving to join him, though she stumbles slightly, disoriented by him or the alcohol. “If that were the case, if it didn’t matter that it is you . . .  I wouldn’t have taken no for an answer.”

That’s the truth. If he were just an uncomplicated piece of ass, she would have pushed past his resistance, inebriated bravery and the knowledge that he does want her giving her the conviction to just keep going until he gave in and let her have him or came to life and did more than press her up against the unforgiving metal of their cage.  She’s sparred him enough times to know Lee has it in him, that urge to frak and fight, that if she pushed him far enough he would, could, give as good as he got.

“But you never act like it when we’re sober,” Lee points out, “I mean you joke a little but you never actually-”

She can’t answer the question he isn’t asking, not like this, maybe not at all. Lee deserves an answer, and that’s exactly why she never let’s him fall into being serious about this, about her or them, like this.  She can’t.  She just can’t.  

He needs him to love her, but she can’t let him love her.  She can’t.  She can’t. 

“I’m a frakked up mess of a person, since when does anything I do make sense. Now drink up, so that you can black out and not remember any of this either.”

She expects him to argue, but he takes a long swig straight from the bottle and turns around to face her.

Kara takes the bottle and makes a longer one before handing it back to Lee.

“More,” she urges, putting one hand on his shoulder to resist the way the world is starting to spin, “Finish it.”

For all the resisting he’s been doing tonight and all his insistence that they be battle ready, Lee doesn’t fight her on that.  

Only when the bottle is empty, does she take it back from him, tossing it haphazardly aside and raking her fingers over his scalp, before wrapping them around his neck.  He no longer has the reaction time to dodge her, as she  smashes her mouth into his, tongue probing its way in and reality around them shrinking inwards.

“You are my best friend, you frakking idiot, my incredibly sexy stubborn infuriating one person I give more of a damn about than everyone else combined.”

“Kara, I-” he starts, but she stops him with her mouth against his.  She needs to believe she knows what he was about to say, but she can’t hear it.  

#lodessa writes fic #lee x kara #lee apollo adama #kara starbuck thrace #battlestar galactica #stupid pilots in love

[shippy-pjo-shipper]

Percethan ~ Distance

I started praying again and that made me feel pathetic.

I hadn't for so long. At least not with pure and true intentions. Why would I ? Who would I call ? My mother ? She already got enough from me, didn't she ? A cabin, recognition, an eye... And what did I get in return ? Nothing. In a sense, I had even less than before.

Of course I had the camp. A camp full of wary people. Of course I had a place to sleep in. An empty place.

And I used to have Percy. But the emphasis put on the "used to" could never be strong enough.

It had been three days and still no sign of him. I knew they were responsible. I knew it from the beginning but how could I voice it out ? They'd never believe me. They'd all believe that I'm turning crazy again and that my hatred for the gods will cause more trouble.

Annabeth would believe me. She already did, actually, without me ever needing to say a word. The question wasn't "who?" to us, it was "why?". But how can you ever be sure with those ones ?

And would I ever dare talking about this with her when our relationship was so...peculiar ?

Not that Annabeth hated me. I don't think she did. She saw too much of Luke in me to do so. As disturbing as this idea was, I should be grateful. Because it allowed me to have more than one person on my side after the second Titan War.

Not that Percy alone wasn't enough.

He had done so much for me in the aftermath. How we worked on the new cabins together with Nico, the way he basically harassed the Apollo kids so they would take a look at my eye and give me the treatments and equipments needed to live with this at best, how he invited me at his table or joined me at mine when even my own siblings remained distant from me...

Without him I would have been cast out if not executed already. If looks could kill, I would be.

It took me weeks to call him a friend, and even when I finally accepted it, it was only in my mind. I never put the word on it out loud, before him or anyone.

But he knew. I think he knew. Nico knew for sure.

But even if he did see what I never expressed with words, even then he would have been in the wrong.

Percy had been my friends for weeks before I accepted that he was. It only made sense that I acknowledged it when he was already more in my heart...

I couldn't help but feel responsible for his disappearance. As if those who took him had waited for my confession to do so. To punish me, or save him from the embarrassment.

Like a lots of things when it came to the son of Poseidon, it wasn't planned. An alert in the wood. Just the two of us near enough to be there on time. A surprise attack. A near death experience. Me saving this idiot at the last second. ...A hug.

"Don't ever scare me like that again. You matter too much."

To me. I should have had added 'to me'. But I didn't. In place I avoided him all afternoon and evening. I didn't even look his way once.

Or I tried. I did look at him once. At the end of the campfire gathering, as the fire was growing weaker. He was standing close to it. So close that when our eyes met I swore his cheeks were red.

It was from the heat. Of course it was from the heat. What else ? What else ?

Paradoxically, it's the sound of the crackling fire that brought me back to the present.

It was my turn.

Damn, I had forgotten all about it. Fortunately I had watched Percy do this enough times that thinking back to those memories guided me well enough.

I took one last step forward.

I thought about all the people that missed Percy. I thought about all the times he told me about his mother, about tomorrow and Annabeth almost begging me to follow her to New-York, incapable of facing Sally Jackson alone to announce the frightening news, about every demigod that was still outside the barrier, looking for clues, about Tyson and the tears I knew he had shed when Chiron messaged him... I thought about me three days ago. How I took so long to notice he was nowhere to be found because I still tried to avoid him. How I thought he was doing the same purposefully and how it hurt me.

I thought about his smile and his green eyes.

Then in a simple move, I betrayed all my convictions and tossed part of my plate in the fire, sending a prayer to the goddess of love.

It was a joke. A cruel joke. And she must have been laughing really hard from the top of this awful building looking at the single tear I was unable to hold back.

All I was sure of anymore was that Percy was gone, and that it had me discover that I hadn't quite reached the point of true despair, solitude and fear before now.

@them-awesome-rarepairs

#here we go with the angst and sadness and no it won't stop soon #(tomorrow is far worse) #(i still love them though) #pjorarepairs2022 #percethan #ethercy #pethan #percy x ethan #percy jackson x ethan nakamura #percy jackson #ethan nakamura #distance #fanfiction #my fanfiction #shippys

[ebwhales]

Our Whale Couple in a Percy Jackson AU 

“Youngwoo-ya….”

It was no use because she was already walking away. The look of irritation on her face was clear as day. He was covered in gold dust after slaying a pair of empousa. He knew why she was upset, he knew she was angry that he stepped in to kill them.

He ran up to her blocking her path before she could get any further. 

“Youngwoo-ya I’m sorry.” He wasn’t sorry, he would do it again and again if it meant protecting her.

“You’re sorry ?” She looked at him angrily. “You almost got killed and you’re sorry ?!” Youngwoo very rarely raised her voice, so he knew she was pissed off. 

He didn’t understand what the big deal was, they were demigods and it was part of the territory. He almost died going to school, the grocery store, the park, anywhere really. He was a son of Poseidon, which meant monsters were attracted to him like no other. 

“I am. Even though I did save your life.” He needed to point it out. At that, she groaned. 

“That’s not your job. Your job isn’t to save me, your job is to save yourself.” 

“Who said that? Chiron? Because if you’re in danger, which you clearly were, I’m going to help.” If she thought he was going to let her fight off two empousa by herself she wasn’t as smart as she claimed to be. 

“I had it covered,” she mumbles, looking around, not making eye contact. Fingers tapping her sides in the way they did when she was frustrated.

“Clearly seeing as one of them was about to bite your leg if I didn’t jump in.” He said sarcastically. He knew there was no point in arguing this with her. Her fatal flaw was pride, a common fatal flaw found among the children of Athena. 

“If it was clear to you then why did you step in ?” She asked, confused. Right, sarcasm was hard for her to pick up. 

“No, what I’m saying is, it was clear you needed help. You needed me to step in. We’re a team, we have each other’s back.” 

After countless quests they’ve gone on, it was true. They’ve been a team since the very first one. 

“But it’s my job to protect you. I’m supposed to keep you alive, and you make that difficult.” His heart skips at her words. His strong Youngwoo, his protector since day 1. Many underestimated her because of her autism but she was a force. 

It’s ironic, their parents were enemies, Athena and Poseidon, and yet she made the promise to protect him. At first, the promise was just out of obligation to Chiron and then it turned into a promise to herself. She cared for him so much that she made a promise to protect him no matter what. He would love that if it didn’t mean she would give up her life for his. 

He looked at her and his heart gave a painful squeeze.  She had a cut on her cheek from the fight, and she had scratches on her arms. Her hair was disheveled and her orange CHB shirt was dirty and yet she was the most beautiful person he’d seen. She was beautiful, even more so than Aphrodite and he had met the goddess of beauty. 

He reached out to cup her cheek. She admitted to him years ago when they were only 12 that she didn't mind his touch. 

“I don’t want you to protect me at the cost of your life, Youngwoo-ya. You are too precious to me.” 

She closed her eyes and hummed, in the way she does when she understands. “We are a team Youngwoo-ya.”

“We are a team.” She repeats, opening her eyes. 

“Thank you Junho-ssi. For saving me.” He smiled warmly at her, “Always.” 

He reaches into a pocket pulling out a smushed piece of ambrosia. He breaks off a piece and hands it to her so her wounds can heal. She takes it and begins to chew it, a small smile forming on her lips at the taste. She confessed to him once that it tasted like the gimbap her dad made back home in Korea. 

“Shall we go, the Apollo cabin is leading the campfire tonight?” 

“The Apollo cabin always leads the campfire Junho-ssi.” She reminds him.

“True, but I heard this time some of the tree nymphs are going to join in with the music, and I know how much you love that.” 

She nods before realizing something, “How are we going to get back to camp? I’m too tired to walk.” 

“I’ve got that covered. Good thing you’re wearing your headphones.” Junho smirked at her. He brought his fingers to his lips and let out a good whistle. From a distance, a dark figure galloped through the sky.

“Blackjack!” He waves his pegasus over.

“Hiyya boss” He greets Junho and then turns to bow to Youngwoo. “Hello miss” 

“Why do you bow to her and not to me?” He asks.

“I’ll always bow to the pretty lady.” He informs, “And in the future, she’ll be princess of the ocean.” He winked at him. Junho felt his whole face turn red at the implication. 

“It’s not- That’s not- We're not-" He stammers.

“Junho-ssi what did he say? Why are you red?” She looked at him with her giant curious eyes. He had never been more thankful that she could not understand horses or in this case pegasi. 

“Um nothing, he said something inappropriate.” Youngwoo’s eyes widened and she didn't ask any more questions.

“Ah boss, why try to paint me out to be the bad guy in front of her.” Junho wanted to let him know that he deserved it, but didn’t want Youngwoo to know more of his conversation with Blackjack.

He mounts Blackjack and extends his hand towards Youngwoo, “Milady.” 

Youngwoo blushes at that, making Junho grin. He liked the name milady on her. Once she’s on Blackjack her arms encircle his waist and she lays her cheek on his back. His heart flutters at the feeling of her, at the knowledge that she trusts him. 

“Nice boss, she’ll be a sea princess in no time.” For that comment, he kicks Blackjack a little bit harder than he usually does. Blackjack just chuckles, fully knowing he got a rise out of him. 

They take off into the sky, another successful day of being demigods.

#extraordinary attorney woo #woo younwoo #lee junho #eaw #extraordinary attorney woo fanfic #whale couple fanfic #percy jackson

[kallistcs]

Since it's Sinday, some thoughts on first crushes and related;

Ganymede's first crush is a young man of a noble family named Nikomedes; he's a couple years older and in his father's personal guard. Nikomedes isn't his first kiss (an unwilling and unwanted one from Minos), and while they don't ever quite get into a relationship as such for several reasons, he gets a couple firsts here anyway. Learns some things he likes, learns he definitely is attracted to men. There's a couple other fleeting crushes on both boys his own age and those somewhat older, but Nikomedes is the main one until Zeus happens.

He does, too, actually try out kissing a girl he thinks is pretty, and learns instantly that just because you might be appreciating someone aesthetically doesn't mean you're attracted to them. Even if he "should" be, and knows he should, at the very least, find women attractive as well, and not just men, but he doesn't. (In some ways, Zeus taking him to Olympus solves several different things.)

Adonis' first crush is Hypnos, as well as one of the Lampad nymphs. He ends up sharing his first kiss with her, and it doesn't get any further than that before Aphrodite enters the picture and that basically hijacks anything and everything else. Adonis never has any conflict over his attractions, but aside from actually being attracted to both men and women, the expectations and circumstances are so very different on him compared to Ganymede there never needs to be any conflict. (He has it easier, in that way.) He also learns some very interesting things at the hands of both Apollo and Heracles, but is absolutely not going to confess to which of them got (his) first where and with what.

Paris basically gets old enough to Be Interested and develops several simultaneous crushes on several nymphs he by that time already knows. While he could tell you each of their favourite songs and flowers and what they like otherwise, he wouldn't be able to tell you which of them was, affection-wise, truly his "first" crush. One of them got his first kiss. Oenone, however (who wasn't among the number of that first crush) is the one to introduce him to the joys of lovemaking, though nothing serious comes of this until a couple years later - but, even that doesn't develop into anything but a temporary relationship thanks to differing views and expectations.

Paris' first crush on a boy is Antheus, one of Antenor's sons. Almost at the same time, Deiphobus notices him as well, and they basically sort of compete over him. Deiphobus wins out, to Paris' distress, and thanks to how and why Antheus chooses Deiphobus over him, he is slightly more hesitant to initiate when it comes to men he finds attractive. (This is technically "canon" as far as myths go, as it's something that's part of of a variant on the Judgement/replaces it. The full/actual myth version includes accidental discus-killing and Paris thus going into the usual exile - with Menelaus back to Sparta for it, and things, uh, happen as they usually do.)

#most beautiful: headcanon #alive underground: headcanon #the scapegoat: headcanon