it's the 'i would die by your hands,' spencer is peeta, spommy of it all. a hunger games au would break me
YEAH. YEAH YEAH YEAH. like. 'if i am going to die it will be you i turn to. i will lay my head on the chopping block and hand you the axe. in my very last moments i will come home to you. if i am going to die - and i am, it is my time - i am yours to take.'
.......... well i think i simply must write it tommy bowe rotted my brain today
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please can we get an agnes appearance please can we get an agnes appearance please can we get an agnes appearance please can we get an agnes appearance please can we get an agnes appearance please can we get an agnes appearance
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ok so Im almost done rereading the last olympian (since the pjo tv show aired i started a full reread of pjo + hoo) and oh my god. what the hell happened to rick when he wrote blood of olympus????
tlo is so well structured and well paced, the war feels real and all the events have weight, everything matters and fits together. Im genuinely blown away just like the first time i read it 10 years ago
what. happened??????
like dont get me wrong, Im one of the biggest heroes of olympus fan there is, but damn that last book is such a disappointment, specially considering rick has the ability to write a good war and a good last book
the nine deserved so much better ;;;-;;;
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I like to think that Godwyn's spirit was there waiting for Marika when she died.
What if the living world bleeds into the afterlife the same way that death bleeds into the living world. Ghostly images of bodies freshly fallen instead of long-forgotten ruins. Leaving Godwyn unable to do anything but watch as his family tore their kingdom to pieces. So when his family enters a world he has been waiting in, biding his time for centuries, would he not be ready to greet them?
Aka, what if I lost my mind over psychopomp!Godwyn for a bit
The first to join him had been Fortissax. His beloved companion had succumbed to the damned death root after an agonizing battle against the inevitable. Godwyn had spent a small eternity sitting there with Fortissax, a reunion equal parts somber and joyful. It pained him how glad he was that Fortissax had been forced to abandon his wretched body in favor of rest.
He paid his siblings no mind when they started to arrive in the afterlife. They had been puppets in the schemes of bigger things. He could not fault them for moving when their strings were pulled. One by one, they fell, and he greeted them all with a warm smile and a guiding hand.
When his father finally arrived, he knew the end was near. He clasped his arm and welcomed him with the love of a loyal son and soldier.
His mother joined them not long after.
She was disheveled, still shaken from her other self's defeat. For the first time in a very long time, she was alone in her own mind. Radagon had been destroyed after the Elden Beast had overcome them both. She supposed her presence in this other world did not bode well for the outcome of the following battle. Pulling herself together, she looked onward.
Several strides ahead of her stood her beloved firstborn, Godwyn, wreathed in glorious light. She had been heartbroken when she turned a blind eye to his slaughter, although it was necessary. Smiling, she went to embrace him. Perhaps in death and free of the Greater Will's influences, they could forge the relationship she denied him in life. One of mother and son rather than that of god and worshiper.
Abruptly, he raised a sword she hadn't seen before, eclipsed by the bright light behind him. She froze. Had he known more than he let on in life? Or had he learned how far she had been willing to go from his place in the afterlife? She supposed it mattered not how he knew of her part in his death. The sword point would remain at her neck either way.
"Queen Marika," he addressed her coldly. "You have much to answer for."
Dread overtook love as she realized the light behind him was not the familiar Erdtree but that of the Sun.
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