#michaellen

[knaveofmogadore]

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.” Michael/Lou Ellen

Just a few more steps. Michael had made it up the fire escape stairs without making them creak, gotten through the window without knocking over a single succulent, and had navigated the entire apartment to their bedroom without stubbing their toe once. The door had mercy on them and refrained from squeaking for the first time in a year. Then Lou Ellen wrecked their dreams of sneaking into bed at two am a step away from the finish line.

“If you steal the blankets, I’m putting my cold feet on you.”

They gulped, “I didn’t think you would be awake..”

She lifted the comforter and motioned for them to get into bed, “Hurry up, I’m getting cold.”

They sighed softly in relief and crawled onto the mattress next to Lou. Michael wrapped their arms around her and snuggled close and Lou dropped the blankets over their face. They huffed against her neck but obviously had no plans on moving anytime soon, and if anything hugged her tighter.

“Where were you,” she grumbled, “It got cold without you.”

Michael winced, “Sorry. Lee called.”

“Is he ok?”

“He had a few too many at a gig and needed me to get him home.”

She ran her fingers through their hair and pressed her freezing toes against their shins. Then she frowned and kicked him.

“Get the hell out of bed and take your pants off.”

Michael smirked, “Isn’t it a little late for make up sex?”

Lou groaned, “Get your damn jeans off, stupid, or I’ll make you sleep on the couch!”

“You gonna make me?”

Lou Ellen pushed at their shoulder then turned away onto her other side.

“No, come back!”

“Take your pants off, I refuse to cuddle with your jeans chafing my thighs.”

Michael poked at her mid back several times, she continued to ignore them. They pressed their forehead against her shoulder and attempted the kiss her. She scooted away, “Nope, not happening.”

“But it’s cold,” they whined.

“It’s what you get for sneaking out and scaring the shit out of me.”

“…I’m sorry.”

Lou shrugged, “Well, you weren’t cheating on me-”

“I would never!”

“I know, Mike. And you’re safe, and you’re not drunk, so..”

Lou Ellen stayed on a silent pause for an agonizing long time. Finally, Michael nudged her shoulder and broke the silence, “So?”

“Take off the jeans and I’ll forgive you.”

Michael did not hesitate to roll out of bed and peel their pants off. By the time they were crawling back under the covers, Lou Ellen was waiting on them with her arms sleepily held out. They dozed off as soon as they were curled around each other.

#Michael yew #demigodsanswer #answers #lou ellen #michaellen #michellen #knave writes

[michaelyew]

Fic Title: Love doesn't end with death.

This isn’t my answer but I once wrote a michaellen au where she crafted a spell to talk to him beyond the grave, it was all very emo teenaged romance. I wrote it as I was failing out of CNA training so it’s uh. Not exactly in share-able condition. I never even finished it because that’s the first time my brain went “hard drive wiped.” 

The actual fic: Silena has unfinished business. With her siblings, with Clarisse., with her other friends. She can’t cross over until it’s done because she gets this nagging feeling where her stomach used to be. So she just. Walks back out again, and starts to wander. No one can see her, but she can see them. She can walk into their dreams, if she tries. 

The first is Clarisse. She says goodbye, she says everything that she wasn’t brave enough to say in life. She thanks her for being her friend. The next is Drew. They fight, it takes several nights before Drew is calm enough to listen. Silena gets to explain herself, explain the way Luke could talk someone into marching to their death. Explain how much pain she used to be in, watching children feel unloved and forgotten. Watching her siblings, kids she cared for so much, feel like less than worthless. They cry. Silena brushes Drew’s hair back and tells her that she’ll always love them even if she hates her until she dies, and that she doesn’t have to shoulder the burden of grief alone. That it’s ok to hate her as long as she knows she’s loved, too. 

And then Silena does what so few demigods get to do, and she says goodbye to her mortal parents. 

And then the feeling goes away. And then she GETS TO PUNCH LUKE IN THE FACE,

[send me a fake fic title and I’ll tell you what I’d write]

#this took a minute because I kept thinking of different fics that I've written with this exact premise #Hooded Figures #replies

[jadegrey711]

He rules with iron fist and I with gentle touch.

We live and love in a curious harmony of sweet birdsong

And the tortured screams of sinners

- "Persephone Speaks", Daniella Michaellen

#persephone #hades #hades and persephone #mythology moodboard #greek mythology #greek tumblr #not my gifs #daniella michallen #persephone and hades #goddess of flowers #god of the underworld #poetry #moodboard #king and queen #i own nothing #jade moodboards #hades x persephone #persephone x hades #hades greek mythology #persephone greek mythology #kore greek mythology #hades x kore

[demigodsanswer]

Michaellen headcanons?

Lou Ellen gives him henna tattoos of celtic knots 

They’re like roughly the same size, so there is a lot of back and forth clothes stealing. 

Michael always ends up a kind of guinea pig for new (probably not dangerous) spells. 

#lou ellen michael yew #michaellen #michealyew #answer

[songs-of-the-yesteryears]

I just cant stop loving you

#eva+santos #michaellen

[knaveofmogadore]

Hey since we're bringing back rarepairs? Michaellen. Michael Yew. Lou Ellen. Bring! Them! Back!

#messages from knave #pjo #hoo #percy jackaon

[knaveofmogadore]

K S T U

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?Here's an excerpt because I don't know where its going:"Actually I was a foster kid." John blinks, but says nothing. He's afraid to derail Adam, this is the first time he's shared anything with him. Adam continues, ignoring John's reaction. "My dad ah, well, he killed my mom because she was going to leave him. When the cops found out no one wanted to take us in, so." He shrugs like being forsaken by his family didn't matter to him. "We were all split up by the time I got to the Goode's." John aches to reach for Adam's hand, but he refuses to derail this moment, even as he's shaking. "That sounds rough."Adam laughs, completely humorless. "Yeah, I would say so." He looks down at his lap. After a few beats he begins to talk again. His voice has a sharp edge to it, and John wonders who he learned it from. "We were all difficult. I was quiet, I didn't cooperate with the court ordered therapists, I didn't play with the other kids, I glared and didn't eat. I knew I was a terrible kid, why try, right?" John opens his mouth to contest, but stops. He feared Adam would leave if he did anything, even moved."Kelly is psychotic. She always said weird things to the other kids, talked about death. She kills birds." "Kills.." Adam nods with a grimace and makes a twisting movement with his hand, "She's in private school, single private room. Isn't allowed sharp objects and they search her stuff once a week."John nods for him to continue, hoping Adam's tale has a good ending. "Ivan tried," Adam voice breaks, "he always tried. He got into fights in the first two places but he calmed down. He got into sports. He was adopted but," Adam shrugs, his palms held up and flat in his lap. John looks away from the eerily straight white scars on his palms. "No one ever wanted me. A family of Evangelicals took Kelly in, but you can see how that turned or for her." "I'm sorry.."Adam laughs again, that same hollow laugh that scrapes the insides of John's chest. "Yeah, me too."He doesn't know what to say to that, so Adam fills the silence."Malcolm saw something in me when I was fourteen. Can you believe that? Who ever sees anything in a fourteen year old." Adam shakes his head, a disbelieving smile on his face. "He took me in, adapted me when he already had a son, he didn't make me go to therapy. He bought me my first ever phone. He bought me a laptop after knowing me for a few weeks, who does that?"Adam turns to John and he didn't know what else to do but shrug with a nervous smile. "He seems pretty great."Adam smiles and wipes away his escaped tear, "He is. I'm lucky."S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?I'm a sucker for camping fics and Dark!versions of characters. The ones I love writing angst/comfort, like two characters spending time alone in the middle of nowhere and finding themselves in each other after a life spent lonely and afraid. I'm also in love with the "switch which side of the conflict this character was on" brand of au, @orsumfenix is currently writing one for LLT: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?This idea that you need to vilify a female character to make a ship in a fic, like some weird 2.0 version of boys and girls can't be friends. Ships with significant age gaps, especially when one is a minor, are hella squicky for me.U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.@demigodsanswer writes some amazing short stories for less appreciated pjo ships, and I believe Emily just came back from hiatus. Check out her michaellen tag!!@officialpittacuslore writes some of the most beautiful gay prose I've read on this site. Her recent Jadam fics are amazing and made me sob? Please check her outMYSELF! I'm kidding. @starthieving writes multifandom poetry and prose, with a lovely side of salty text posts.