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thetorturedmiladep · 3 years

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The Lovers: chapter 1

Summary: Loki of Asgard is trying to take over Midgard, so the Avengers thought it was a good idea to bring a witch on the run to help them stop him. Word count: 1155 Pairing: loki x ofc Warnings: I think none? Author's note: hi! This is the first time I'm posting something here, I'm terrified about the idea but meh, doing it anyway! Disclaimer, there isn't much interaction between Loki and the witchling here BUT it's the starting point to something big. Hope you enjoy it though. Please, be nice! :)

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The sun was setting behind the mountains, taking with him all the light and warmth he generously provides us. I could feel the cold tingling in my skin, and a shiver went down my spine. I shook it off and kept my steady, quick pace. If I stopped now, it would be too late. Last night, I had a premonition that made my heart feel uneasy. Blinding lights, a deafening sound, cold metal, a blue heart. I had to escape it before it got me.

What I didn’t know, after all these years, is that one can’t change what's written.

I hurried on my walk, and then I began to run. I had a strong, heavy feeling in my heart that would make me faint at any moment. When I was about to enter a cave to hide, a blasting, metallic sound was heard behind me, freezing me in my spot.

“Where do you think you’re going, witchling?”

And that’s how Tony Stark found me, the Flame Witch. He offered me to be his protégée, knowing that I was on the run from people trying to use me and my powers. In exchange, I had to help him and some others with a… demigod, was it? Stark mentioned this sorcerer-demigod-kind-of-guy was using magic to control people and none in the club had the abilities to deal with him, so they thought that bringing a witch was the most decent idea. And I think it was.

Once in New York, I barely had time to make introductions. However, Natasha Romanoff was the one who helped me catch up on this frightening yet exciting topic. I immediately felt a strong bond with her. Her aura was strong and fascinating. It caught your attention and amazed you. Also, she was a badass at fighting. The fierce kind you want to have near, just in case.

Below the Stark Tower, in the middle of the city, Romanoff, Hawkeye, Steve, and I were fighting against an alien force named Chitauri while Tony was dealing with a bigger alien machine/big-ugly-whale-thing in the air and Thor was trying to stop his adopted brother, who happened to be the sorcerer-demigod guy.

From above us, Loki, the villain in question, escaped Thor and took one of the flying artifacts. Natasha and I spotted that and after a loud sigh I said,

“The worst part is that he’s hot as fuck.”

“Seriously?” exclaimed an incredulous Romanoff after shooting a Chitauri in their chest.

Then Natasha had a plan and when she asked Steve, aka Captain America, to throw her into the air, I gasped. Damn, that woman was skilled. She jumped to one of the flying artifacts following our villain. However, when he stopped an arrow that Hawkeye shot at him and led Romanoff to jump after almost smashing the flying thing into a building, I took it personally.

I could feel the fury growing in my chest, poisoning my bloodstream and making my eyes go crimson red. I gave myself a little impulse with my toes, and I levitated right in front of Loki’s way.

“Hey there, skinny Snape, why don’t you pick on someone your size?” I told him before throwing him a ball of fire, which incinerated the transport he was on.

He was thrown at the top of the Stark Tower, where the portal was. I followed him, infuriated at him for getting away, but I managed to hold him in a circle of fire.

“Thinking of going anywhere?”

“Oh, everywhere,” he replied with a smirk and at least a dozen of Lokis appeared surrounding me.

It was an illusion; I knew it, but it wasn’t just visual. Each illusion had a strength of its own, making it difficult for me to fight every single one. I had to act quickly if I didn’t want the real Loki escaping from me again, so I took my chances and incinerated the illusions, hoping I didn’t burn the real god.

And I didn’t. Before I could burn that bitch down, the Hulk appeared out of nowhere and, after a brief conversation with the god, he smashed him into the concrete of the building floor. The fire in my hands dissipated, and I gasped when I saw him lying, thinking that the green creature killed him but I was wrong. He was very much alive.

“How is it you’re still alive?” I asked in surprise. By the haunted look in his blue eyes, I could tell he was gathering all the strength left in his body to smirk at me and reply.

“Oh, so you worry about me, witchling?” He laughed, and I scoffed, conjuring a fire jail surrounding him.

After that, everything happened in a blink of an eye. Through the communicators, Cap ordered Nat to close the portal on the roof, from where all the aliens were coming into the city. However, Tony informed us that he had to get rid of a nuclear weapon first, and he decided to send it through the portal.

Seconds lasted hours while we looked at the sky, waiting for a signal of Tony coming down. I felt my knees weakening and my heart became heavier; I was too overwhelmed to connect with my power and to try to see Tony’s fate.

Thankfully, we could see him falling down from the sky as if he were a metal fallen angel. Hulk got him before he could hit the ground, and that’s when I could catch my breath again. Minutes later, they all came up.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’ll have that drink now.” said Loki once I freed him, looking at all of us with playful yet regretful eyes.

Without hesitation or mercy, Thor pulled him up rapidly, and Tony handcuffed him. Steve walked towards me to ask how I was doing. What a hilarious question that was! Even though I was, luckily, one of the less troubled people in the room, it was still traumatizing. Not every day you get the chance to see a portal from the universe, demigods, and aliens. But well, I was a witch, I couldn’t be that surprised.

After a few moments when we all calmed down, Nat made us some drinks, and Thor was disappointedly giving his brother a talking-to. We were told that S.H.I.E.L.D was going to take care of the God of Mischief. Thor refused and explained that Loki was intended to have life imprisonment in Asgard. At the mention of the godly place, the God of Thunder looked at me and said,

“Witchling, do you have a home to go to?” He let out with a warm tone and a smile on his lips. I shook my head. “You’re more than welcome to accompany us to Asgard.”

Now it was me who had a smile on my lips. After so many years of running away and trying to find peace, I finally found it.

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hela-avenger · 3 years

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it’s not you, it’s me- part 2

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 1041

Summary: Natasha won’t quit trying to set you up so you decide to play fire with fire. Hence making a deal with an insufferable prince who interestingly enough is willing to fake being in love with you for the rest of the night. Of course when dealing with the God of Lies things are never as they seem. Fake-Dating AU. p&w AU.

A/N: If you haven’t read poison & wine it is ok to read this but there will be some references to it and p&w is completed. As for my p&w loyal readers, ENJOY!

P.S. I’m tagging the p&w people so if you’ll like to be taken off pls do let me know!

Tags are open!

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You tear yourself away from his hold causing Loki to chuckle at your immediate retreat. You stumble as you try to put some space between you two. It didn’t make sense how Loki came to find that truth when many others, others who have known you longer, have yet to figure it out.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, a good liar buys time,” Loki responds. “A great liar would have already been ready with a response.”

Loki leans his back against the balcony with a smirk.

“So?” he asks. “Will you answer my question or do you need more time to come up with a lie?”

“You’re an ass,” you mutter under your breath.

“Now that’s not a nice thing to say to your date,” Loki mockingly reprimands. “What would Natasha say about that foul mouth of yours?”

“You know what?” you stammer out in annoyance. “I’ve changed my mind. I’ll rather go through mindless conversations with Natasha’s bachelors than to spend another second here with you.”

You don’t make it too far as Loki grabs a hold of your arm.

“Retreating so easily?” Loki asks. “Now I didn’t peg you as a quitter.”

“We’ve just met,” you snap at him. “Stop presuming so much about me.”

“Then I must ask you to do the same with me.”

Your anger disappears when you hear this from him. You should know better than to judge a book by its cover and yet you had.

You blatantly used his status without thinking of the connotation it held.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable before,” you whisper as you turn around to face him. “It wasn’t my intention and I presumed you would be game to help me.”

“Oh, believe me, I am,” Loki chuckles. “But I detest my tormentous past being brought up so casually.”

“I was being honest when I said that I wasn’t using you to scare potential suitors away and I had no intention for Jeff to bring up your past,” you confess to him. “Thor told me you have a way with words and well… he called you Silvertongue so it just further proved you would be the best person I could ask to help me right now.”

Loki continues to stare and you can’t help but compare his mannerisms to a curious raven.

“You’re not lying,” Loki states. “You haven’t since we met but that doesn’t mean I trust you.”

“I mean, you shouldn’t,” you shrug. “I’m a complete stranger to you.”

“As I am to you,” Loki remarks with a small tilt on his lips. “Are you saying you don’t trust me?”

“I mean,” you answer with a laugh. “Who in their sane mind would agree to fake dating a stranger for the rest of the night?”

Loki chuckles and shakes his head.

“If this is to work, I need you to be completely honest with me,” Loki states. “I may be the God of Lies but I detest being lied to.”

“Ok…”

“So, going back to my previous question,” Loki trails off. “How long have you been lying to your friends about your true lineage?”

You take a deep breath trying to ease yourself from the alarm running through your whole body.

You still didn’t know how he came to find this out about you, but it didn’t matter at the moment. Loki had asked you a question and you had to offer a response.

An honest response.

“Apart from two, since I’ve first made their acquaintance,” you answer. “And technically I’m half-lying to them seeing as I’m half-human.”

“What are you?”

“A demigod. Half-human, half-God.”

“Of Asgardian descent I presume?”

“Yes,” you nod. “Found that out about a couple of years ago when your brother first came to Earth.”

“How old are you?”

Foregoing making a joke about how rude it is to ask for a woman’s age, you answer his question.

“By Earth physical standards 24, but 198 in reality.”

“Your parents?”

“My mother died when I was 19, while my father is unknown,” you sigh feeling your chest tightening. “Are we done with this interrogation?”

Loki remains silent as he contemplates your question. He doesn’t stare at you this time which is a welcome reprieve, but it sealed him away from you. You didn’t know what he could be thinking or what mood he may have shifted to.

“That will do for now,” Loki mutters. “We should head inside soon…”

“Wait,” you interrupt him before he can even take a step towards the doors. “I just have one question for you.”

“Which is?” he asks impatiently.

“How did you know?” you ask. “How did you know I wasn’t human?”

Loki responds by offering his hand for you to take. You look at it hesitantly forcing Loki to explain his intentions.

“I can show you.”

With that being said, you take his hand.

It surprisingly feels soft and warm and soon you realize why. There was some kind of energy running through him that seemed to reach for yours.

“That,” Loki states. “That is how I knew.”

“What is that?” you ask him as you pull your hand away. The connection is cut, but you can still feel the warmth tingling in your hand. “What did you do?”

“It’s called seidr,” Loki answers. “Some Asgardians are blessed with the gift of magic so when we first touched, I felt that connection. That is how I knew that you weren’t completely human.”

“But your brother…”

“Thor can barely tell the difference between his precious Mjolnir and an actual hammer,” Loki snorts. “Besides, he’s not acutely aware of his surroundings like I am.”

“Sounds like you’re paranoid.”

“It’s because I am,” Loki states. “Villain, remember? I have many enemies who wish to see me fail. Many of them are at this party.”

You roll your eyes knowing he was referring to your friends.

“Am I one of them?” you can’t help but ask. “An enemy?”

Loki takes his time to respond.

“Yet to be determined,” he answers before offering his arm for you to take. “Shall we begin our night now?”

Having been outside long enough, you take a deep breath and loop your arm around his allowing Loki to escort you back inside.

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sourwolphs · 3 years

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Holy shit I just saw a tweet about Sebastian being a great damsel in distress and now I NEED a Stucky Hercules AU.

Can you just imagine?!?! Steve growing up with his adopted parents, always being the outcast because of his skinny frame until he grows up and into his inexplicable strength and muscularity. He's always determined to stand up for the underdog and is just a pure true good guy— also has that adventurer spirit in him— wants to go out and fight battles and make the world a better place. Eventually Sarah admits that he's adopted and that she found him with an Avengers necklace (Olympian) and he goes to the Temple of... wait for it... FURY to figure out what's wrong. Fury (Zeus in this universe) explains that Steve is a demigod and needs to prove himself a true hero to become a god.

Zeus introduces him to his loyal companion/forgotten childhood friend SAM who is like a winged demigod or some other fabulous creature who can fly and who is 100% sick of Steve's shit all the time but loves him and fights for him regardless. They go to train with Dr. Erskine (Phil) to prepare to fight monsters and prove himself.

Then he meets ~Bucky~ (Meg) trying to fend off a centaur and then we get the iconic line:

Bucky: I'm a damsel. I'm in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day.

And Steve is HEART EYES immediately. But Bucky's secret is that he's controlled by Pierce (Hades) — DUN DUN DUN.

Steve defeats Hydra (lol) in New York City (Thebes), Bucky figures out he's falling in love with Steve... Pierce figures out that Bucky is Steve's weakness, holds Bucky hostage in exchange for Steve's powers, and Steve is HEARTBROKEN to find out Bucky was "working" with Pierce all along, even though it was against his will.

Then we find out that Steve's powers aren't what make him a demigod at all and that he's truly a hero and doesn't need them to defeat the bad guys! And when Bucky dies, Steve dives into the Hudson River (basically the River Styx am I right??) to save him and the true act of heroism returns his powers and establishes him as a God.

But of course he refuses the offer to join the gods on Mount Avengers unless Bucky (who is ALSO a true hero) is established as a god as well. Which he is <3 And then everyone lives happily ever after.

#DO I WRITE THIS?!#has this already been written!?#stucky #hercules au #stevebucky #fic ideas

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jflashandclash · 3 years

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Tales From Mount Othrys

Jack: Silenced II

When he thought about rolling over to see Flynn making her bed, Jack smiled. Her muscular figure would be silhouetted by the rays of dawn coming through the window, a tan blur against the black obsidian of Camp Othrys.

She walked around in her underwear in the morning. Luke said it was invitation. Jack knew it wasn’t. It was a marker of tested trust, Flynn’s willingness to be vulnerable knowing that Jack wouldn’t make the first move or ogle her. At least, that’s what Prometheus said when Jack brought up his concerns.

But, when Jack rolled over, there was no Camp Othrys, no line of Flynn’s weapons against the wall. His electric bass guitars were gone, as were all of his sketches of the Orpheus Metal band posters. (They were terrible—Pax had made better ones.)

A harp and loom lingered against one cavernous wall. There was a built-in fireplace roaring, providing some respite to the chilly air. The ceiling was crystalline, reflecting purple, emerald, and blue against the white bedding. Someone else’s bedding. It smelled like someone else.

Jack sat up, shoving the feather pillow away. He clutched at his hair, finding that someone must have trimmed it. He choked at the gap in his memory.

They had fought the Romans—an aerial attack against the Princess Andromeda. Jack was snatched by an eagle. Screams. Flynn’s roar of fury. He remembered falling in the water…

The clothing he wore was white, baggy, and cotton, too much like his hospital garb from the first time Steve, his step dad, institutionalized him. This prank has gone too far, Steve had said, angry Jack would dare scare Ashton and Shelby by claiming the walls were screaming. Jack’s skinny jeans and band shirt were gone. What if all of it had been a hallucination: Camp Othrys, the Princess Andromeda, the monsters, the gods.

Jack choked back a sob. This. This wasn’t the hospital. Jack dug his nails into his pockets, the material too thin and delicate to keep him from clawing his legs in a panic. No Mr. Sunny. His pillbox, and all of his medication, was gone. How much time did he have? He knew the withdraw symptoms: vomiting, hypersalivation, diarrhea, diaphoresis, insomnia, agitation, and rapid psychosis.

He had woken in a cold sweat, but a cold sweat didn’t always mean withdraws.

Rapid psychosis. Jack’s heartbeat thudded in his head. This felt real, but everything always felt real—that was the problem. There was a distant song—lovely and eerie, just abstract enough to question its authenticity.

His stomach churned with ignored hunger. A platter with tropical fruits, bread, and a mug of water lay beside him. Jack knew enough about mythology and fairy tales not to eat something unless you were directly invited and only if you knew that the owner of the food wasn’t a witch with powers to trap you eternally.

She must have undressed me. That girl with the caramel braid. Unease squeezed away any hunger: a stranger had taken off his boxers while he slept.

When Jack got to his feet, his legs trembled and his head pounded. He slipped a blanket around his shoulders. As he wandered towards the cave entrance, he passed a shelf filled with dried and drying plants that smelled of Alabaster’s laboratory. Several ancient tomes lined a desk beside it. One was open to a page illustrating human anatomy with words in… Minoan, if Jack had to guess. Some of the titans at Camp Othrys wrote in the dead language. Jack turned the page and flinched. There was an inked sketch of him, sleeping. He turned the page back.

Was it him? Or had his brain filled in the gaps?

It’s starting. Monsters. He was going to start to see and hear monsters again. Not the real ones. Not the friendly ones on his ship. Not the ones that came to his monster seminars about how demigods were friends, not food. Innocuous, innocent things would become sinister and comfort would lilt to paranoia.

But there were no monsters outside the cave. Just her.

The sun’s amber and coral hues broke against the ocean’s horizon, bleeding into the water and clouds to unite them into zigzagging, heavenly passageways. Crepuscular rays danced through their holes, making this girl’s hair glow as though one more constant in the coming of dawn. She stood, singing, at the edge of a beach. Her bare feet made lumps in the sand, compounding with each flush of the tide; if she forgot herself for long enough, the earth would reclaim her.

Jack swallowed. In the oncoming lighting, he could see the silhouettes of flowers—so many flowers. There was a maze of roses, larkspur, delphinium, lilies, hollyhock, and sunflowers, all reaching towards the sky and curling about with a careless grace that looked both wild and tamed in their pattern. Some whisper cooed that these flowers didn’t belong together, making Jack fear they’d bow and bury him if he dared to walk through.

But he needed to walk through to get to the beach, to follow the siren call. He hesitantly passed the first rose bush, expecting it to jump into Alice in Wonderland levels of criticism.

“Jack!”

The call made him jump away from the roses. After an exhale, he realized it was the girl, not chatty flora. He rushed past the rest of the flowers.

“You’re already up,” she said when he reached her. The comment sounded more surprised than the disappointment he’d detected last time. Her white, sleeveless dress and braid fluttered in an ocean breeze. The effect made Jack’s blanket feel like an epic cloak.

He gestured to his clothing and back towards the cave. “Thank you for the hospitality, Ms…” He trailed off, frowning. His throat felt worn. He’d have to do his warm up exercises. At least there was plenty of salt water to gargle. “How did you know my name?”

“Ms?” she echoed, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Oh,” she giggled, “You talk in your sleep.”

Jack didn’t—or no one ever said he had before. Pax (and Axel under the guise of worrying over Pax) had slept in his room when they’d had particularly bad nightmares. That sounded like something Pax would abuse, even subconsciously, and would result in Flynn taping both their mouths shut. Morpheus liked to keep a strict record of who talked in their sleep, so he could play with demigods that slept through Alabaster’s lectures.

Jack swallowed. “Um, Ms., I hate to be a bother, but I had a pill box in my pocket—”

“I disposed of it. I don’t allow plastics on my island and the contents had been soiled by the ocean.”

Jack choked. That was the first gift Flynn gave Jack—the first time he realized all his ballads, poems, and offers to carry her books hadn’t just annoyed her. She and Phil had been teaching him to carry it on his own, a marker of independence that made him proud, even if Flynn double checked every hour to assure he hadn’t overdosed on anything. Most people didn’t trust him with important things, but she and Phil were entrusting him with that.

“You won’t need them here. Ogygia itself can soothe you—”

Trembles shook from Jack’s core to his fingertips. “Ogygia,” he whispered, taking a step backwards. The beautiful horizon tilted. His hair felt course as he tugged at it. “You’re—you’re Calypso the Seductress, detainer of men—”

Before the words left his mouth, he turned to flee. The sand slipped under his bare feet. The blanket tumbled from his shoulders, disappearing with the sight of that horizon. Jack ran towards the retreating darkness of the island, away from the sunlight that sparkled in that glowing hair.

Others at camp found Homer and Hesiod’s work boring, but he’d put the Odyssey to proper music and knew most verses. He knew of this nymph-goddess.

Each step made Jack’s body feel leaden. His panic numbed with an encroaching exhaustion. He shouldn’t be this tired—he knew his body. He healed fast. This weakness—how could she—did she—?

Jack’s legs failed him while racing through the gardens. Rose canes loomed over him and curled around in a canopy of thorns. In their sharp and cloy embrace, consciousness hazed to nightmares.[1]

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Pain pinched Jack’s cheek. He jerked away, expecting to see Pax with a super glue tube and fake mustache to make Jack “look more esteemed.” That prank had not gone well. Turns out, Flynn did not like Jack with a Western train-robber look and she did not like how the fake black hairs tickled when he nuzzled her.

Instead of Pax, he saw Calypso with a small bandage that she must have ripped off his face. There was a tiny, brownish-red scab on the other side.

Jack sat up and jerked back from her. They were back in the cavern, on the mattress made of white fluffiness. She had a basket of tiny bandages at her side.

“Calypso the—”

“Don’t.” She placed her hands on her hips, glaring. Considering how she knelt beside him, her regale stature was impressive. “I get messages from the gods, you know. They call you Jak-Jak the Scourge of New Rome, Jak-Jak the Plague Bringer, Jak-Jak the Corrupted Spawn of Apollo. Need I go one? Shall I assume you’re here to plague me? To give me cancerous sores? Shall I make assumptions of your person off hearsay, like you have done with me? How long ago did Homer and Hesiod write that libel about Odysseus?”

Her eyes watered.

Jack frowned. Had his name really traveled that far?

A tear streaked down her perfect cheek: a raindrop down the smoothness of a statue. Rumor had it that Pax could cry on command. What if she could too?

Or, what if she was a good Samaritan helping out, decried, like many women had been, by the histories written by men?

Jack exhaled, telling himself to relax. He tried counting, the way Axel told him to when he got confused. Axel would be furious at him for this kind of assumption, for upsetting a mythological creature based off hearsay. There were lots of fabled monsters at Camp Othrys that were friendly (when well fed. Jack had to make rules about demigods being in the dining hall during monster feed time).

“I—I’m sorry, Ms. Calypso,” he said, looking down at his hands. There were more little bandages tapped across his forearms. From a quick examination of his skin, the thorn pricks had already healed and scarred over. The base guitar chord was still braided in a bracelet around his wrist. He touched the scars there, finding ridges where he’d healed Lucille and Lou Ellen’s skin by peeling off his own. That new kid, Ethan Naka—something, had joked that Jack’s arms would start to match Flynn’s burned face. Jack gave him a case of chicken pox for that. No one was allowed to talk about Flynn’s face, except Flynn herself and their son, Pax. Pax, only because he was a sweet little munchin and the only person other than Jack that could make Flynn blush.

Calypso gently touched his chin. Jack didn’t flinch back this time. “It is alright.” And, she ripped off another bandage. Some hair came away with it, making Jack wince.

Everything seemed… clearer. Sharper than it had in years. His thoughts raced with a hyper clarity that scared him. “What else was wrong from the myth?” he asked, observing the cavern in a new light. The cool breeze that rustled the white curtains was refreshing, intermixing the gentle sweetness of flowers with the herbs in her cabinet. He frowned at the tomes there. Had he imagined the drawing of him?

She dabbed a cool, wet cloth against his stinging skin. Sadness lined her eyes. She hesitated. “I don’t know what you know of this place, brave one. The island is a phantom island, my imprisonment for helping my father in the first Titan War. Time does not have the same meaning here as it does elsewhere.”

Jack glanced past her, to the roaring fire in the wall’s inset fireplace. There was a pot over the flames, boiling furiously. He swallowed, despite her earlier assurance. “You’re not going to… eat me, are you?”

“Eat you, my sweet?” Her eyes seemed to dance.

“Well, that response reaffirmed every fairytale fear that I had.”

Her laugh was melodious. She must have thought that had been a joke. It was not. “I’m afraid we mostly eat vegetables and fish here. There’s a scarcity of cannibalism on the island.”

Jack nodded, somewhat comforted. That hadn’t been in the original tale, but you never knew with Greek mythology. He didn’t want to be rude (again) but, if this was the Calypso, he had an important question. “How do I get off the island?”

“Jack, a terrible fate awaits you off the island. I cannot, in good consciousness, allow you to leave until you are healed, well-rested, and well.” She gestured to his lanky frame.

Once again, Jack considered pointing out that this was his natural state of stick-figure Jackness. He let the offense slide. In the Odyssey, she said something similar to Odysseus. Staying here would worry Flynn, Luke, and the boys, but he had no way off the island unless he lucked into some abandoned boat or cartoon-barrel. In the Odyssey, Calypso gave Odysseus a bronze axe so he could build his own raft. Jack doubted he could lift an axe over his head without falling backwards let alone build a raft with it. Greeks were master ship-builders. Jack was a master builder of group-therapy sessions for monster support, metal bands, and stories to make Luke, Flynn, and his boys smile.

Besides, Calypso helped Odysseus only after she held him captive for seven years and he provided her a son (or several, depending on the author). There were no sons on the island, unless they were hiding in the cartoon-barrels. Maybe the ancient authors truly had discredited her.

“I can stay,” he said hesitantly, “but only for a few days. Flynn, Luke, and my boys need me.”

Calypso’s lips pursed and her gaze softened, making her look both relieved and troubled. She glanced away. “You’re so young to have children.”

“Oh, we adopted.” Jack beamed. “Luke says they’re too close in age to be my sons, and Axel says I’m not allowed to both be the head of our metal band and his father, but they’ve taken well to it. They haven’t started calling me dad yet, but I’ll work them over.”

Calypso looked confused. “Metal band?” she repeated.

Jack leaned forward excitedly. “We already played once at the HMM—a bar for monsters—er—a tavern.” He scrambled to find words that would translate to ones she would recognize. “The crowd loved us. Clops threw a goat at us!”

“A goat?”

“Yeah! A goat’s this four-legged—” Jack fumbled, realizing that’s not the part that confused her. She repressed a smile at the pause. “It’s a really big deal to have a monster throw a goat at you instead of trying to eat it. Kind of like when people throw their underwear at the stage and about as sanitary. Much lighter impact.”

“What?!” Her face scrunched in disgust. The expression was almost cute. It put Jack at ease. This was the first time he felt like she wasn’t acting or hiding anything. “People have thrown their underwear at you while you’re performing? Is that… normal?”

Jack considered this. “I don’t really know. It never happened to me when I did solos in the church choir—” Well, once after service but that was a little different. One of those instances where the boy denied it happened the next day. “—but Pax—one of my sons—talks about it like it’s a marker of success. I think they’re mostly thrown at Axel. He’s a handsome boy and a hearthrob amongst demigod and monster alike. Plus, he’s the guitarist, and the angsty one, and people always love angsty guitar players.”

The look of confusion deepened. Jack absently tugged a lock of his hair, wishing it was a little longer. “It’s like a lute—oh, wait, that was 13th century. Uh, it’s a fretted stringed instrument—anywhere from four to nine strings though standard is six, and you play it by plucking or strumming with one hand while fretting with the other—or picking. Or bapping the body. Uh—how about I make you one? All I need is a box, a longish piece of wood, some sticks, and some of your uncut harp strings.”

I can make an instrument, but can’t make a boat. Not for the first time, Jack wondered why Luke and Flynn wanted to keep him around. He managed to use his powers to save Axel, Pax, and Alabaster (though, really, he thought it was mostly Flynn. She was so incredible). But he still didn’t feel like he was great at the killing department, regardless of Phil’s continuous encouragement. Even during the interrogations he and Flynn had been conducting on Romans, he flinched and shrieked when someone’s finger was broken. Despite all this time, he hoped Flynn and Luke found him useful.

Calypso nodded slowly. “Will you teach me how to play?”

Jack nodded enthusiastically. “The positioning might seem weird, but you’ll pick it up easily. From what I’ve heard of your singing and harp-playing, you have perfect pitch and a natural grasp on music—”

She tucked a lock behind her ear. “You like my singing?”

He tilted his head quizzically. “Of course. You’re incredibly talented, both naturally with your voice quality and the amount of work you’ve put into perfecting your craft.” Jack supposed that’s what he’d do, too, if he had an eternity to work on anything. An eternity of music—the foundations for paradise. Maybe that’s why God is said to have a choir of angels and how he crafted souls: by singing them to life. “Each word you sing weaves a secondary layer of emotion—both melodious and melancholic, interweaving multiple stories into—” He frowned, feeling his explanation lacked poetic value—ah!

“’Tis sweet, when mournfulness enshrouds

The spirit sorrowing and pale,

And gather round the angry clouds,

To take the harp and tune its wail.

‘Tis sweet, when calmly broods the night,

To wander forth where waters roll,

And, mingling with the waves its voice,

To rouse the passions of the soul!”

When Jack was done, she stared at him, her eyes wide and her expression unreadable. He frowned. “I—sorry—” he said, his insides churning. Had he done something wrong? He didn’t feel confused right now. The world felt so much clearer. An uncomfortable dread settled into him upon realizing something for the first time: not everyone burst into poetry at random. How stupid had he been to not know that before?

“No.” She put a hand on his. Her eyes watered. “I—that was beautiful. Did you—”

Jack blushed and pulled his hand back. “No. It’s by John Rollin Ridge, a famous Native American poet. I was just reciting.”

She cleared her throat and looked away. “I—let’s get you a box. I wish to hear this guitar of which you speak.”

***

Normally, Jack felt such mania for whatever project he focused on, everything else fell in the background. As he twisted the tuning pegs of his guitar (sabotaged off Calypso’s extra harp) his mind scattered with worry.

This newfound clarity was almost overwhelming. There was so much wrong in the world for him to mull over. Each time he stopped singing, it hovered on its peripheral, like a night terror lurking along the receding rays of the sun.

Between each question from Calypso—she enjoyed hearing updates from the outside world—he’d hum or sing the ballads he’d composed about Flynn’s ventures. Calypso would pause her work on the strings and stare at him with that unreadable expression.

After she finished with the sixth string—winding them of her hair—she sat closer to him. They worked in the shade, where the woods met the beach. Some distant whisper warned Jack that more time had passed than the evening angle of the sun, but he couldn’t be sure. The sun was all he had to go off of, and he wasn’t used to the awareness of passing time. Normally, Jack felt the passage of existence through the crystal notes of a song, the annoyed flash of Flynn’s smile, Pax’s giggle, or the upwell of elation at the end of monster help session, measuring life in crescendos and decrescendos of energy and joy. Jack didn’t like wanting to look at a clock, especially now that there were none. That was always someone else’s job.

“Why did you adopt children?” Calypso asked it with the practiced calm of an over-thought question.

“Flynn can’t have children.” Jack had to be gentler with these strings than the metal ones from home. He wondered how their sound would differ, and hoped it would ease the 2,000—4,000 year transition in music for Calypso.

“She’s barren?”

“So says the goddess of childbirth.”

“And this doesn’t bother you?”

Another reason Jack couldn’t stay long: it was almost the weekend before he vanished and he and Flynn would need to go to her Nainia’s apartment to sing to her, as they did every Sunday. The kind grandmother’s health was failing and Jack knew they needed to visit more often. “Why should it?” Jack frowned, repeating the question in his head. “Well, it did when I first found out. I wanted a family. Then, I adopted[2] the boys, and now we have one. And, it wouldn’t matter even if she could. We’re not… physical. Recently, we started curling up without clothing, but nothing else. Just snuggles.”

Jack felt his cheeks flush, both at the memory of Flynn snuggled up in his bunk (she never let him near hers; she wanted a place of her own) and that he’d told Calypso about it. Was that something else people didn’t normally blurt out? To Luke or Phil? Sure. To Calypso the Seductress, the Detainer of Men…

Her cheeks rouged. Shame crept along his awareness. You weren’t supposed to blurt stuff like that. Negative two on the Jack social protocol scoreboard.

“Oh… um… But you’ve already adopted—have you two not been married long?” She struggled to maintain eye contact.

Something pinched in Jack’s chest. “Um… she’s not really into the idea of marriage, but we’ve been dating for…” With no clocks on the island, he didn’t know how many days he had been unconscious. Normally, Jack could recite the length of time down to the minute. The thought of Flynn’s blush when he asked her to prom. The day before he met Luke. The day Jack accidentally killed his whole mortal family with a song.

That memory hadn’t resurfaced in so long, not since he was sobbing into Flynn’s arms over it. How could he banish it from his thoughts? It wasn’t like the thoughts of his half-siblings he killed—the other children of Apollo. No. They deserved it. They had reaped the favor of their father since birth. The cessation of that favoritism brought the world back to order, the way things should be to balance the scale that an unfair god created, like correctly a flat note to perfect harmony. But his family… Had he ever even had a funeral? And did it matter?

“And that doesn’t bother you?” Calypso asked.

The funeral part did bother Jack. It took him a moment to retrace the pieces, sliding his fingers along the guitar string. Flynn. Sex. Marriage.

Flynn would puppet and charmspeak boys into their room to humiliate and toy with them, but, she wouldn’t take Jack. Jack never wanted to pressure her, but icy insecurity crawled through him at the thought. What was wrong with him? It didn’t matter that Prometheus said Jack and Flynn viewed sex differently: Jack, as an expression of love; Flynn, as subjugation. Jack didn’t understand that. All he wanted was to be everything Flynn needed, and he didn’t understand why she could puppet others but wouldn’t puppet him. If that’s what she wanted—

The string snapped and lashed him across the cheek.

He shrieked and jerked backwards. Blood trickled down his skin. A full string wasted—an instrument piece dying before it could sing its first song.

Something cool touched his face. Humming filled his ears. The lashed skin tingled and Jack wondered if this is how others felt when he healed them.

When Jack blinked to clear his vision, Calypso knelt beside him. Her too-perfect face rested in a gentle, knowing smile. The strap of her white dress slid onto her shoulder, tickled by the length of the braid. For the first time, she looked like the goddess of the island—something about the subtle shift in confidence.

Jack flinched when he felt her spider fingers in his hair. She must have put them there to hold him steady for a cheek-cleaning. “You ran from me when you first found out who I was. Do you—did you really think I could make you forget Flynn?” The question could have been rhetorical, but there was enough real curiosity to make Jack tremble.

Fear coiled his confidence, the same fear present when Luke lost himself to Kronos or his anger. If Calypso lost her temper…

“Odysseus never forgot Penelope,” Jack whispered, “So the stories say.”

Could that fear come from the possibility of forgetting Flynn? Do people only experience fear when they’re experiencing doubt or uncertainty?

At the watery glisten of her beautiful almond eyes, an idea made Jack sit up and almost clock foreheads with her. She startled at the sudden movement. “And you never forgot Odysseus!” Jack cried. “Calypso, do you always fall for the people on your island?”

Calypso hesitated. A tear broke from the dam along her eyelashes. “I… I try not to say anything when travelers first come…”

“Have you heard of platonic love?”

Her brow furrowed. Her melancholy faltered to confusion. “Platonic? You mean… relating to Plato? Or the idea that abstract objects are objective, timeless, and are non-physical and non-mental?”

Jack would need to ask Alabaster about that later. “Uh—well, I want to be your friend. You’re really nice, but you don’t need to fall in love with everyone you meet, or at least not romantic love. Let’s be friends! I mean—have you ever heard of a rebound?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t think you ever fully moved on from Odysseus. So, we should talk about him. Tell me what you loved and hated about him and why you fell for him in the first place.”

Calypso’s expression darkened. “I don’t want to talk about him.”

“Exactly! You never forgave him for hurting you or yourself for loving him. Both are still hurting you. So, let me be your friend. Let me help you get over him without being a replacement for him. And, after this war is over, we can still be friends! Either we decapitate Zeus and his lackeys and his power no long holds you to the island, or we can keep in touch. I know the myths say I can’t come back twice, but I’ll bet I can Iris Message you. I mean, you have rainbows and Iris can go anywhere rainbows can.”

Her lips cracked to protest. Upon considering his words, she stared off at the coastline. “No one has thought of that before.”

Jack beamed. The fear was gone. He shoved a hand between the two of them (awkward due to the close quarters). “Let’s shake on it?”

Calypso glanced from Jack’s hand back to his face. Curiosity perched her lips. “You’re… one of the oddest men I’ve ever met, Jack Flash.”

Jack blushed. “I get that a lot.”

Cautiously, she shook his hand.

At the time, Jack didn’t think to make her swear on the River Styx.

He should have.

***

author’s note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! This series is going to continue! I’ve just been struggling to focus on writing with some crazy stuff going on at home. ^.^’‘‘‘ Thanks for your patience and continued support!

Footnotes:

[1] So, Homer’s Ogygia is as Riordan described it. I needed to at least alter the flowers so Jack wouldn’t immediately recognize where he was. Also, flowers for symbolism because I’m a tool.

[2] I kept accidentally writing, “kidnapped” here. Not too far off.

#Tales from Mount Othrys #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Heroes of Olympus #TFMO #PJO #HOO #fanfiction #Jack Flash #Calypso #My cat is named after Calypso #Her screams are not siren like #especially not at 4:30 in the morning #I hope you're staying healthy!

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Caught In A Moment {Chris Evans Ft Chris Pine} 🌹 💔【Chris Pine & Chris Evans both falling in love with you and fighting for your love】

Hippity Hoppity Easter 🌹 【you and Chris go on an easter egg hunt with the kids in your backyard.】

Merry & Bright 🌹【Chris has a surprise for you this Christmas, and you have a surprise for Chris too】

Dear Heart, Why Him? {Jake Gyllenhaal} {Hanahaki Disease AU} 💔【Jake will never love you as you love him, and it is killing you (quite literally)】

Under The Moonlight {Jake Gyllenhaal} Alpha!Jake {A/B/O AU} 💦【Jake saves you from a group of feral alphas, through the mist of his saving, your heat makes you get extremely turned on by his aggression.】

Thief {Jensen Ackles FT Finn Balor}🌹💔【Jensen breaks up with you because he wants to get back together with his ex-wife Danneel. Finn ends up comforting you.】

Somebunny Loves You {Sebastian Stan}🌹【Sebastian proposes to you on Easter, but not before yours and his 2-year-old tries to eat the Easter egg that the ring is in.】

Happy Ho Ho {Sebastian Stan} 🌹【Seb and you celebrate Christmas morning with the kids.】

Blood Lust {Tom Holland}{Vampire AU} 🌹 💔【you meet Tom in a pub, but he is lusting for your blood rather than you, or both.】

Darling, Dearest, Dead {Tom Holland} {Mob AU} 💔 【sometimes keeping secrets does more harm than good.】

Ocean Child {Tom Holland} {Mermaid AU} 🌹【You use your powers to help Tom survive, by doing so he finds out your secret.】

Secrets {Tom Holland} {Demi!God AU} 🌹【Tom finds out you are a demigod.】

Aching To Touch Her {Tom Holland} 💦 【Your scent is driving Tom insane, and he can’t resist the temptation any longer.】

Sweet Sensations {Tom Holland} 💦 【Tom finds out you enjoy getting your blood sucked.】

Wish You Were Mine {Tom Holland Ft Harry Styles} 💔【Tom finally tells y/n how he feels about her. But does she feel the same way.】

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Prompt 20. “For once, stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me!” {Derek Morgan} 🌹 💔【Derek doesn’t believe you are as fine as you seem, you finally break down.】

Cooking Classes {Luke Alvez} 🌹【you and luke go to a cooking class for a date.】

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Break up to make up from the Valentines Prompts {Bruce Wayne} 🌹💔 【Bruce and you get into a fight about how you are reckless in missions, eventually, it gets heated and you’s break up, Bruce realises his mistake and apologizes.】

Adopt a pet from the Valentines Prompts {Diana Prince} 🌹 【you and Diana adopt a do】 .

Domestic AU from the Valentines Prompts {Lena Luthor} 🌹 【You and Lena have to work on Valentines Day, so you surprise her by having a movie marathon and eating takeout at home】

Under The Mistletoe {Barry Allen} 🌹 💔 【Barry doesn’t want you to spend Christmas alone so he invites you to Christmas with him. but Iris doesn’t think it’s a good idea.】

Chasing The Past {Barry Allen} 💔 【Barry can’t let you go, he won’t which is why he is ruining your date by showing up at your house before you go on your date.】

Game Changer {Clark Kent} 🌹 💔 【 y/n) struggles with the ‘death’ of her boyfriend Clark (superman) and takes on a case, (y/n) see Castiel again but find out something is off about him, (y/n) gets to close to the truth which puts her life in danger 】

Focus On My Lips {Oliver Queen} 🌹 【Oliver comes to y/n to get patched up】

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Cuddling Prompt #30 {Bucky Barnes} 🌹💔 【you and Bucky get captured by Hydra on a mission.】

Ghost Of The Past {Bucky Barnes} 🌹💔 {Mob!Bucky}【your past catches up to you.】

Prompt: 13. “‘Go away’ is just a lonely person’s way of saying, ‘show me that you care enough to stay’.” {Steve Rogers} 🌹 【Steve tries to break up with you, thinking it’s a good idea, that Thanos won’t hurt you.】

𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞: Thor & You reuniting again.

Prompt 1. “Your love is all I need to feel complete.” + 62. “Please don’t leave me.” {Peter Parker} 💔【Peter feels like you would be much safer if you weren’t dating him anymore since the whole world knows his identity now. But you beg to differ.】

Loved And Lost .{Mj} {Forbidden Love AU} 🌹 💔【it’s forbidden in your species (were dragon) to be in love with a human. but you cant help who you fall in love with】

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As If {Dean Winchester} {Mermaid!Reader} 🌹 【Dean doesn’t believe you’re a mermaid until you show him your tail.】

Treat Yourself {Dean Winchester} 🌹 【You catch dean putting a face mask on and decide to make fun of him.】

Misery Loves Company {Dean Winchester} 💔 【Ghouls get to you before Dean can save you, leaving a devastated dean and a feeling of heartbreak.】

Snow {Dean Winchester} {Angel!Reader} 🌹 【you’re an angel, and never seen snow before. Dean thinks it’s absolutely hilarious.】

Imagine Being A Demon And Scheming With Demon Dean

Being A Hunter & Helping Dean & Sam On Case.But You & Dean Have Bad History

Sam getting sick of you & Dean bickering all the time.So he decides to lock you’s in a room with each other.

Demon Dean and Bálor being obsessed with you.

Back In Black{Demon!Dean} 🌹💔💦【y/n and Sam are on the hunt to find dean and cure him. Little does Sam know (y/n) is addicted to demon blood. Y/n finds dean before Sam does.】

IMAGINE… Robbing a bank with Dean Winchester

All Blood No Tears {Sam Winchester FT. Stefan Salvatore} 🌹 💔 【Sam and Dean go to mystic falls due to the bmol giving them a case there. Sam finds out y/n (an ex fling) is their alive and well. Only to find out she’s not human. Y/n takes her revenge on Sam. Dean joins up with Stefan to find his brother.】

Prompt 37. “I love you, I really, really, love you.” w/ Sam Winchester 🌹 【You admit your feelings to Sam, with a little help from alcohol.】

Skinny Dip {Valentines Prompt} {Sam Winchester} 🌹 【you and Sam go skinny dipping after a romantic picnic on the beach.】

Game Changer {Castiel} 🌹 💔 【(y/n) struggles with the ‘death’ of her boyfriend Clark (superman) and takes on a case, (y/n) see Castiel again but find out something is off about him, (y/n) gets to close to the truth which puts her life in danger】

Prompt 34.“Please don’t do this.” {Castiel} 💔 【You try and change Castiel’s mind but it doesn’t go so well.】

Prompt 93.“You’re more than that.” {Castiel} 🌹 【Telling your brothers your dating Castiel, which doesn’t go well.】

Oh Hell No {Crowley} 🌹💔【Crowley isn’t too thrilled he found out that you joined TFW, with failed attempts in getting his demons to bring you back to him, he decides to confront you.】

[ lacerate ] for one muse to get stabbed while protecting/working with the other from injury/hurt {Crowley} 💔

Reader believes no one can ever love her. {Jack Kline} 🌹 【jack shows you that you are lovable by taking you on a date and confessing his love to you】

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Slow Down {Derek Hale} 🌹 【Derek finds you passed out on the floor, and takes you to the hospital, Derek is worried about you, but all your worried about is studying.】

Imagine Being In A Relationship With Derek, But Peter Likes You More Than A Friend, And Try’s To Break You And Derek Up

Wanting To Be More Than Just Friends With Benefits With Derek, But He Doesn’t Feel The Same Way

Imagine Being In A Relationship With Derek, But Peter Likes You More Than A Friend, And Try’s To Break You And Derek Up

What Have I Done {Peter Hale} 💔💦【You are on heat, but Derek isn’t there to fulfill your needs.】

Haunted {Scott McCall} 🌹【Scott and Y/n, investigate a haunted house, trying to find a missing girl.】

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Stefan turning you into a vampire, and never forgiving him for it. 💔

All Blood No Tears {Stefan Salvatore FT Sam Winchester}🌹 💔【Sam and Dean go to mystic falls due to the bmol giving them a case there. Sam finds out y/n (an ex fling) is their alive and well. Only to find out she’s not human. Y/n takes her revenge on Sam. Dean joins up with Stefan to find his brother.】

Game On {Damon Salvatore FT. Kai Parker}🌹 💔【Kai and Damon have a thing for you, only problem is you’re in a relationship with Klaus.】

“I want to bite you too.” “A humans bite won’t hurt, it would probably tickle.” and “are you growling?” {Vampire AU Prompts Smut/Fluff List} 【 Stefan bites y/n in a make-out session, and she wants to bite him too. 】

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Talk Is Cheap {Roman Reigns} 🌹 【The Miz and Maryse brag about how they are the better ‘It couple’ then you and Roman, and decide to prove it the WWE universe.】

Roman getting turned on by your new ring gear

“You smell like wet dog.”- “Rude.” {Roman Reigns} 🌹 【roman smells like wet dog and you just can’t stand it.】

You & Roman baking cookies and a gingerbread house with the help of Jojo. 🌹

CHRISTMAS PROMPT: Making a snowman together . {Roman Reigns} 🌹

Legendary {Roman Reigns} 🌹 【Roman is the most feared and deadliest gangster in the town. Fearing no one. Staying with no women, not even falling in love with any women, until you come along. You seem to have him under some kind of spell】

Captivating {Roman Reigns} {Gangster AU} 🌹 【Roman is the most feared and deadliest gangster in the town. Fearing no one. Staying with no women, not even falling in love with any women, until you come along. You seem to have him under some kind of spell.】

“Who’s brilliant idea was it to summon a demon?” + “Miss me?” + “I thought you were dead.” At an asylum. {Roman Reigns} 💔【The Shield boys try to bring you back from the dead, but end up summoning a demon.】

Scaredy-Cat {Roman Reigns} 🌹 【Roman goes ghost hunting with you, but can’t handle it, leaving you all by your lonesome self.】

Way Down We Go {Roman Reigns} {Werewolf AU} 🌹 💔【You find out Roman is a werewolf after he saves you from a dangerous situation.】

“You look so sexy in that costume.” 💦【Roman and You never really make it to that Halloween party.】

Thief {Finn Balor} 🌹 💔 【Jensen breaks up with you because he wants to get back together with his ex-wife Danneel. Finn ends up comforting you.】

“Really, I can’t believe you got us mistaken for porn stars.” {Finn Balor} 🌹

“Really, I can’t believe you got us trapped in an elevator.” {Finn Balor} 💔

Secrets & Lies {Finn Balor} 🌹 💔 【Bálor finds out your very much alive and Seth vows to protect you, while Bálor vows to do anything to get you back.】

The More The Merrier . {Finn Balor} 🌹【you give Finn a positive pregnancy test for Christmas】

Santa {Finn Balor} 🌹【Finn dresses up as Santa and surprises his/yours kids. 】

CHRISTMAS PROMPTS Slow dancing in the living room by all the lights🌹

CHRISTMAS PROMPT: Camp out under the Christmas tree {Finn Balor} 🌹

Demon Dean and Bálor being obsessed with you.

Sleeping with the boss {Finn Balor} 💦 【you can’t help but have sexual thoughts and fantasies about your boss Finn, and well he can’t help but have sexual thoughts and fantasies about you his personal assistant.】

Not As It Seems {Apocalypse AU} | MBAUwritingchallenge {Finn Balor} 💔 【 you save Finn from a zombie attack. 】

“Care to make a deal with the devil?” + “Who’s brilliant idea was it to summon a demon?” {Finn Balor} 💔 【you and your friend, Elsie, decide to summon a demon, but end up summoning a demon king.】

Marry Me? {Seth Rollins} 🌹 【 Colby {Seth} tries to propose to y/n, but y/n can’t hear him through the loud sound of fireworks. 】

“He doesn’t love you like I love you.” {Seth Rollins} 🌹 💔 【You get into a fight with Seth, because he keeps ruining your dates, finally you snap and find out why he ruins them. 】

Being in a mixed tag team match with Seth Rollins against Triple H & Stephanie McMahon 🌹 【x】

Hypnotic {Seth Rollins} 💦【 Seth finds out you have a thing for him in his shield gear and decides to take action. 】

A Christmas To Remember {Seth Rollins} 🌹 【you and Seth spend your first Christmas together, though you are injured thanks to Dean. Though Seth can’t help but worry about what Dean might do. 】

Cozy Christmas {Seth Rollins} 🌹 【 you and Seth spend your first Christmas together, though you are injured thanks to Dean. Though Seth can’t help but worry about what Dean might do.】

CHRISTMAS PROMPTS: Mistletoe kisses {Seth Rollins} 🌹 💔

Sexy gift exchange {Seth Rollins} 🌹

CHRISTMAS PROMPTS: Making snow angels {Seth Rollins} 🌹

Winter Wonderland {Seth Rollins} 🌹 【you and Seth play in the snow with Dean & Roman】

CHRISTMAS PROMPT: Decorating the Christmas tree {Seth Rollins} 🌹

❝Fuck you.❞ + ❝Buy me dinner first and we’ll see.❞ {Seth Rollins} 🌹 💔

Prompt 28. “Of all the lies I’ve heard, “I love you.” {Seth Rollins+Dean Ambrose + Adam Cole} 💔

Skinny dip 【you and Seth go skinny dipping in a motel pool. {Seth Rollins} 🌹

Imagine being in a secret relationship with Seth and your brother Dean finding out.

Nerf Gun Fight {Seth Rollins} 🌹

CHRISTMAS PROMPT: Picnic inside {Seth Rollins} 🌹

Little Miss Trouble Maker {Dean Ambrose} 🌹 【You’re away for raw 25, leaving Dean to look after yours and his five year old daughter, who is a little trouble maker.】

Being in a mixed tag team match, but not knowing who your tag team partner is until you enter the ring. {Dean Ambrose} 🌹

“Really, I can’t believe you got us locked in a closet.”{Dean Ambrose}

“Really, I can’t believe you got us stranded in the middle of nowhere,with no gas.” {Dean Ambrose} 🌹

Give Me Attention {Dean Ambrose} 🌹 【Dean gets jealous because you’re paying more attention to his dog than him.】

Longing For You {Dean Ambrose} 💦【Dean shows you just how much he missed you while he was away.】

Dean finding out he has a kid.

“I have no need for the afterlife when I have heaven on earth”{Dean Ambrose}

“Making me jealous didn’t work in 1567 and it won’t work now.” & “It’s been over a century, and he/she/they STILL hasn’t/haven’t proposed!” {Dean Ambrose} 💔

Drinking Hot Chocolate {Dean Ambrose} 🌹

Having Christmas lunch at your sister Maryse’s place with your boyfriend Dean. The only problem is Dean and Maryse don’t get along. 🌹

CHRISTMAS PROMPTS: Snowball fight {Dean Ambrose} 🌹

CHRISTMAS PROMPT: Ice Skating {Dean Ambrose} 🌹

CHRISTMAS PROMPTS: Holiday tunes & dancing {Dean Ambrose} 🌹

CHRISTMAS PROMPT: Christmas tree farm {Dean Ambrose} 🌹

❝Fuck you.❞ + ❝I love you too darling.❞{Dean Ambrose}

Let Life Surprise You | d/n watches her dads match. {Dean Ambrose} 🌹

IMAGINE… Dean helping you train at the performance center.

IMAGINE… Yours and Dean’s baby girl eating a lemon for the first time.

Cuddling Prompts #14 {Dean Ambrose} 🌹 【Dean kisses you on kiss can, and gets a bit carried away, leaving you embarrassed afterwards.】

Ghost Of The Past {Dean Ambrose} 🌹 💔 【your past catches up to you.】

Video Games {Adam Cole} 🌹

Bowling {Adam Cole} 🌹

Trick Or Treat {Adam Cole} 🌹【 Adam & you go trick or treating with yours and his daughter. Then go to a Halloween party, but you can’t help but worry about leaving d/n with your mom. 】

Relax Baby {Baron Corbin} 🌹【you and baron go to a corn maze and well get lost】

CHRISTMAS PROMPT: Trying to get your boyfriend in the Christmas mood {Baron Corbin} 🌹

“Did you turn out the lights?”- “No.” – “Then we have a problem.” .{Jimmy Uso} 🌹 💔【A romantic trip to a cabin, goes horribly wrong. Will y/n and Jimmy survive or will they Parrish 】

Christmas Prompt: Christmas lights, you put up Christmas lights and slip into Jey Uso arms

“You look so sexy in that costume.” {Jey Uso} 💦【 Jey gets turned on by your costume, and pulls you into a room to get a little freaky. 】

Getting Into The Christmas Spirit {Drew MIntyre} 🌹

CHRISTMAS PROMPT: Wrapping Christmas presents {Cesaro} 🌹

CHRISTMAS PROMPT: Roasting marshmallows {Sami Zayn} 🌹

Giving each other Christmas presents {Elias Samson} 🌹

CHRISTMAS PROMPT: Christmas party {Triple H} 🌹

CHRISTMAS PROMPT:Cuddle by the fire {Triple H} 🌹

❝Fuck you.❞ + ❝I mean if you say so…❞ {Triple H} 🌹

❝Fuck you.❞ + ❝Buy me dinner first and we’ll see.❞ {Triple H} 🌹

Reader believes no one can ever love her + soulmates {Triple H} 🌹

“Give her back to me.” {Triple H} 🌹💔【 A one night stay at a hotel, goes horribly wrong when a ghost possess y/n for its revenge. Can Hunter (Triple H) save y/n. 】

CHRISTMAS PROMPT: Kiss at midnight {Aj Styles} 🌹

Ugly Christmas sweater/Photoshoot . {Maryse FT. Lana} 🌹 【you, Maryse and Lana, wear ugly Christmas sweaters though Lana complains about wearing it 】

CHRISTMAS PROMPT: {Mickie James} 🌹 【Christmas Proposal | you ask Mickie to marry you on Christmas. 】

CHRISTMAS PROMPT: Go on a date in a horse carriage around town {Stephanie McMahon} 🌹 【 it’s your time to take Stephon a date so you decide to take her on a horse carriage around town. 】

Mini Golf {Charlotte Flair} 🌹 【you and Charlotte go mini golfing. 】

It’s yours & Beckys first Christmas together, and you couldnt even be more stressed out by making the perfect lunch. Though Becky finds it cute.

Gif Imagine #2

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

LETHAL LUST {Dean Ambrose} 🌹 💔 💦 *VIOLENCE* 【DEAN HAS A DEADLY OBSESSION WITH YOU, DEADLY ENOUGH TO KILL.】

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The French Mistake

Part 1/? - A Visitor Part 2/? - The Kulturhistorisk Museum Heist Part 3/? - Cutscene Part 4/? - The Marvel Cinematic Universe Part 5/? - Breathless Part 6/? - Escape at Last Part 7/? - Fox in Socks Part 8/? - Things Go Wrong Part 9/? - Downey and Out Part 10/? - Road Trip Part 11/? - Temptation Part 12/? - An Awful Reunion Part 13/? - Unreality Intrudes Part 14/? - A Call for Help Part 15/? - Loki’s Guests Part 16/? - Stan Lee Cameo Part 17/? - Reassessment Part 18/? - Midnight Invasion Part 19/? - Elevator Fight Part 20/? - Courage Part 21/? - Unwelcome Back Part 22/? - Darkest Hour Part 23/? - They Are Here Part 24/? - The Jet Propulsion Laboratory Part 25/? - Word of God Part 26/? - Avengers Assembled Part 27/? - The Houston Underground Part 28/? - Houston has a Problem Part 29/? - Onward and Upward Part 30/? - The Chi’Tauri Queen Part 31/? - Through the Wormhole Part 32/? - Prisoners

They’re not out of the frying pan yet...

If the Chi’Tauri had wanted to kill them, that would have been the time – but it seemed like they didn’t. Instead, they confiscated their weapons, and then one of the soldiers scooped Steve up as if to carry him over the threshold, and slid back down the tunnel out of the cockpit. They weren’t being killed. They were being captured.

Thanos wanted Loki. Maybe he’d decided he wanted the others, too, or maybe it was the giant queen, wanting revenge for the murder of her smaller sister. Either way, it meant they weren’t going to die quite yet, and that was an opportunity. All they needed was a plan.

Steve tried to come up with one, but his body and brain were both on the verge of giving out. All he really wanted to do was go to sleep. That was the most frustrating thing of all, was that he had the will to fight, but not the means… Steve had spent his entire childhood wanting to fight for something and not being able to. After finally gaining the ability to make himself heard, the last thing he wanted was something keeping him down again.

That was a perfectly normal thought process for Steve Rogers, but at this particular moment, something about it was a revelation. Was that really all there was to it? Somebody had once said that people had two reasons for doing things, a good reason and a real reason. There were all kinds of good reasons why Steve didn’t like the idea of the Sokovia Accords, but could that be the root of it all? That Steve felt now that he could fight, he had to? To do otherwise would have been a betrayal of that skinny kid from Brooklyn who didn’t know how to back down from bullies twice his size.

If Steve had known any psychologists, that probably would have been something to discuss with them. Right now, however, was hardly the time for self-examination. They still needed that plan… but what kind of plan? When Stark had flown through a wormhole towards a Chi’Tauri armada, he’d been carrying a nuke on his shoulders. All Steve had was a body that wasn’t even technically his.

What would Stark do if he’d found himself in this situation without a nuke? He probably had some way to detonate his suit… but that didn’t help Steve, either.

They left the Leviathan, as Steve had expected, through its open mouth, into a broad hallway that stretched out in both directions as far as the eye could see. There had to be a hundred craft docked up and down the space-facing side of it, their toothy jaws gaping open as if they were crocodiles just waiting for some unwary fish to swim inside. On the wall next to each was a tall, narrow panel lit up with symbols and images that perhaps represented some kind of status report. Most were pink, but Steve noticed that the one for the Leviathan they’d come in on was blue. Did that indicate damage to the ship, or the fact that it had the wormhole on board, or something else entirely?

The soldiers carried their prisoners a few hundred yards up the hallway, then got in an elevator. Steve was starting to hate elevators.

“If we are to be your prisoners,” Thor said, “might we know where you are taking us?”

There was no reply.

The elevator rose past rings of sickly pale purple lights. Steve counted nine of these, before one of the soldiers reached out and pulled a handle, bringing them to a halt. The doors opened in layers, like a beetle unfurling its wings, and their captors carried them out into a wide, low room with rows of glass tubes set into the walls down either side. All of these were filled with thin gray fog, and some had a Chi’Tauri – or another, distressingly less-humanoid – shape visible inside them. This was the brig.

The soldier carrying Loki was just ahead of the one carrying Steve, and rather than holding him bridal-style it had slung the demigod over its shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Loki raised his head a bit and caught Steve’s eye, and Steve saw him wink.

“Fools!” a voice boomed out. “Did you really think your primitive prison could hold Loki of Asgard?”

The Chi’Tauri soldiers stopped and turned towards the sound – and there, impossibly, was Loki. He was dressed in full Asgardian regalia, gleaming with gold from the tips of his boots to the top of his horned helmet, striding confidently towards them with his sceptre in his hand. Behind him, one of the tubes was standing open, the mist spilling out of it across the floor like dry ice fog.

“You forget!” this apparition declared. “In this universe I wield power over the elements! I will teach you not to forget my power again!”

That was right – they were back in their own world now! Had Loki already switched back, or was this just Tom Hiddleston putting on a show? Steve looked at the other Loki for an answer, but his head was hanging down now.

One of the Chi’Tauri raised its plasma rifle and fired at the new Loki, but the figure vanished. A moment later, two of them reappeared on the other side of the group, and laughed.

“Thanos only wishes he were a god!” the two said, in perfect unison. Their voices echoed around the giant room, doubling up over and over until they were difficult to understand. “Now he shall see a true god at work!”

Again, one tried shooting. Again, the image of Loki vanished, and two more appeared elsewhere. The Chi’Tauri clustered together, worried now.

More fog welled up out of the open tube, and began to fill the room, coming up as high as the aliens’ knees. The Lokis held up their arms.

“To me, my Avengers!” they said.

Three shapes emerge from the fog. One was Thor, in armor and cape, Mjolnir in his hand, his long blond hair flowing behind him in an unseen breeze. One was Natasha in her Black Widow suit, her batons at the ready with electricity crackling on their tips. The third was Steve himself, clean-shaved and dressed as Captain America with his shield on his arm. All three of them had their eyes glowing blue, the same colour as the gem in Loki’s sceptre, the same way Barton’s eyes had glowed while under the god’s power.

That was when Steve realized – it was all an illusion. The only magic Loki was doing was manipulating light into shapes that weren’t there.

It was enough to fool the Chi’Tauri, though. The images of Loki raised their sceptres and brought them down on the floor with a reverberating thud that was all out of proportion to the actual size of the weapon, and the phantom Avengers vanished, to re-appear in among the Chi’Tauri. The Natasha spun her batons in a gesture the real one would have considered needlessly showy. The Thor raised his hammer, and lightning fizzled over his skin. The Steve prepared to throw his shield.

The aliens put down their prisoners, all four of whom sensibly flattened themselves against the floor and covered their heads, and the firefight began. Bolts of plasma and even a few projectiles flew as the phantom Avengers vanished and reappeared, delivered a blow and then flickered away, over and over. Not a single shot hit its intended target. Instead, the Chi’Tauri realized too late that they were shooting at illusions, and illusions placed to make them fire on each other. As Lokis multiplied and the other images flashed in and out, the aliens fell one by one until Steve and the others were surrounded by the wounded and dead.

Loki’s maniacal laughter echoed as the phantoms winked out, until only a single figure remained – and then it, too, dissolved into silence.

The first to speak was Thor. “Fine work, Brother,” he said, as he got to his feet. “Fine work!”

Loki – the real Loki, still in Tom Hiddleston’s body – was lying on his back, his chest heaving as if he could barely breathe. “You can give me my well-earned thanks later,” he panted. “Now, free our alternates!”

Thor looked across the room at the open tube – it was closed now, with fog and a visible figure inside it. “Of course,” Thor said, and grabbed one of the staff weapons dropped by the dying Chi’Tauri. He dragged this over to the tube, and shop out the control panel beside it.

Natasha went to join him, but Steve was no longer sure he had the strength to walk, so instead he went to check on Loki. Whatever the god had just done, it had left him on the brink of exhaustion. He was not only panting but soaked in sweat, with his face so pale it was almost gray. Between that and his staring, bloodshot eyes, if he hadn’t been visibly breathing Steve wouldn’t have been sure he was even alive.

“Loki?” he asked.

“This body…” Loki panted. “Not accustomed… too much energy…”

“We’ll get you out of here,” Steve promised. He had no idea how they were going to do that now that they had two people who couldn’t walk, never mind that they would have to take the actors with them and heaven knew what condition they were in. Steve was going to do it, though. Loki had now saved all their lives once, and Steve’s personally a second time. For the moment at least, Steve could forgive him for trying to take over the world.

“You better,” said Loki.

Something hissed and gave off an electrical smell, and Steve looked up to see that Thor had gotten one of the tubes open. Out spilled a man in a long black coat, with dark hair sticking to his face and neck – it was Loki as they’d last seen him in their own world, standing in front of the rune stone disguised in Midgardian clothes. He fell on the floor in a boneless heap, and Thor rolled him over and gave him a shake.

“Wake up, Tom Hiddleston!” he ordered.

The big room had excellent acoustics, probably on purpose – a prison was not a place where you wanted people keeping secrets – so Steve could hear quite clearly when a weak voice asked, “Chris?”

“Nay, I am Thor!” was the pleased reply. “My brother and I have come to help you!” He propped Hiddleston up against the base of the prison tube. “I shall free the others, and come back for you,” he promised.

Only seconds later, Natasha got a second tube over, and freed Scarlett Johansson. Whatever kind of stasis the Chi’Tauri kept their prisoners in, it couldn’t be a nice experience, because she too immediately slumped to the floor, coughing and gasping. Nat patted her back a couple of times and took her pulse at the wrist, then went on to the next tube.

Thor next freed Chris Hemsworth, who staggered out sputtering and gasping but apparently in better shape than the others. He was wearing the sweatshirt and jeans they’d last seen Thor in, although somehow he managed to look much more like a normal person in them than Thor possibly could. He didn’t fall over, but he did have to lean on his own knees a minute catching his breath, before he looked up at his rescuer. There was a moment of silence and then Hemsworth said, in a distinctly Australian accent, “oh shit.”

“No need for obscenity, Hemsworth,” Thor assured him. “You are safe.”

Hemsworth pointed at him. “Are you…?”

“Indeed!” said Thor. “And delighted to meet he who was thought worthy to represent me on film!”

Then Natasha opened the last of the four tubes. Out stumbled a tall man with a short beard and his hair dyed brown, dressed in a Brooklyn Dodgers t-shirt and a pair of jeans with a hole in one knee. Nat grabbed his arm, and Thor helped her guide him over to the others.

“We must hurry,” Thor said. “Collect yourselves, for the Chi’Tauri will be upon us at any moment.”

“Oh, my god, I wasn’t dreaming,” said Scarlett. She was sitting up now, looking around like a caged animal. Then her eyes found Natasha, and she stared.

“You’re still not dreaming,” Nat told her calmly. “We’ll explain when we’re not in mortal peril.

“I think I can figure it out,” Scarlett said warily. “I’m just not sure I believe it.”

Although they’d come out of stasis in a bad way, the four actors seemed to recover quickly – but then, they were in bodies with physical enhancements and powers that Steve, Thor, Nat, and Loki currently lacked. Soon all of them were on their feet – except for Hiddleston, who was curled up and shivering as if feverish. Hemsworth and Evans got him to his feet, but he just hung limply between them.

“Loki,” said Steve, touching the god’s shoulder. “Wake up. We need you to do some more magic, get us back to the Leviathan.” That was all he could think of for how to get out of here again. There were many reasons why it was not a good plan, but it was all they had.

There was no response. Using Asgardian magic had simply been too much for Hiddleston’s body – Loki was out cold.

#fanfic #steve rogers #natasha romanov

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Rotten Judgement - part 4

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Hercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:1,877

Warnings: -

A/N: I died three times while writing this. I dedicate this one to the sun, kindly f*ck off. I hope you like this one, some fun stuff coming soon :)

Rotten Judgement - Masterpage

You and Steve walked hand in hand down the street, enjoying the cool breeze. You knew you had angered Bucky, but you didn’t care. You would deal with him and his silly pride later. Right now, you wanted to enjoy your time with Steve. He was charming and, quite literally, perfect.

“I’ve got a friend who wants to meet you,” Steve said.

“You told your friends about me?” A slight blush crept up his cheeks, making you chuckle. “Relax, Cap. I’d love to meet your friends.”

He gave you the most beautiful smile you'd ever seen. It made your stomach do a pleasant flip. You felt your face heat and bashfully lowered your eyes.

It’s too cliché, you thought. Get a grip, girl!

You raised your head when you reached a restaurant. It wasn’t just any old restaurant; it was SHIELD. People queued outside for hours to get a table. You skipped the line and went straight to the bouncer. Steve held the door open and motioned you inside.

You stepped into a room so large that it didn’t seem that crowded. The restaurant had black mahogany tables and oak chairs with plush dark purple cushioned seats. The owner, a blond man in his late sixties, stood behind the bar, staring into space.

Alexander Pierce.

You recognized him easily, everybody in town had heard of him. Pierce had given up a lucrative career as a financier to open a restaurant with his associate, Nick Fury. Their restaurant became the hottest spot in town and they became even richer.

“You alright?” Steve asked him as you approached.

Pierce closed his eyes, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Lost a friend last night,” he said, a sad smile on his lips.

Steve touched his upper arm, offering comfort. “I’m really sorry.”

“Life’s full of surprises, huh?” Pierce said before he turned his attention to you. “Steve has told us so many good things about you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you replied, shaking his hand. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you,” he said, smiling sweetly. “Please, make yourself at home.”

You let Steve lead the way. The thick, dark purple curtains were all that separated the VIP section from the rest of the restaurant. The room felt more intimate than the main room. In the back, there were two pool tables and a dart board. You noticed that all the darts formed a circle in the centre of the board.

A waiter brought a bottle of red wine and poured a small amount in Steve’s glass. When Steve said it was good, the waiter poured the red liquid in two glasses.

“It’s delicious,” you said, licking your upper lip.

“They have some really good wine,” Steve agreed.

You set your glass down on the table. “Pierce seems like a nice person.”

Steve sighed. “Yeah, I’m worried about him though. His associate died a few weeks ago, he had a heart attack. Nick was his best friend. It really took its toll on him.”

“Two friends in a month? He must be devastated.” Your heart ached for the man. “How did you meet him?”

Steve shifted in his seat, a half smile curling one corner of his lips. You cocked a brow at him as you took another sip of wine.

“That’s why we’re here. I have something to tell you.” He waited until you nodded before continuing. “I’m not an ordinary man.”

He raised his hand, the long claw marks left by Nat were gone. You reached out and took his hand, examining it closely.

“How-”

“Told you, I heal fast.”

“But it happened two hours ago.” You raised your gaze in challenge and looked him straight in the eye. “What are you?”

His smile faded and his face fell serious. “I’m a demigod.”

Steve released a long sigh that seemed to deflate his entire body. He wasn’t good at keeping secret and now that you knew the truth about him, he felt like he could breathe again. Your gaze softened and you squeezed his hand.

“I knew you were special.”

“Y-You’re okay with this?” He tilted his head, looking like a lost puppy.

“If that’s who you are,” you shrugged, “who am I to judge you?”

“You’re something else.”

He looked at you in awe and you couldn’t but smile. You cleared your throat. “So, how did you meet Pierce?”

“He’s my guardian angel,” Steve said, still holding your hand. “And I mean that in the most literal sense of the word. Nick was one too, but they were completely different. Pierce can be too obliging and Nick was kind of hot-tempered. They were a great team, we were lucky to have them.”

You opened your mouth to ask a question when two men entered the VIP room. Steve looked over his shoulder and smiled at his friends. You straightened up in your seat as you observed them.

The man with an uncorrected gap between his front teeth looked up at you and nodded. You remembered him, Bucky had warned you about Sam. He walked over to you and held out his hand.

“Sam Wilson, trainer of heroes,” he said before he gestured at the man with blue Mohawk, “and that’s Clint.”

Clint rolled his eyes good-naturedly as he shook your hand. You suppressed the urge to fidget under Sam’s stare. He looked at you intently, seemingly waging a silent debate with himself.

“You’re the one who kicked Rumlow in the nuts, right?” Clint smirked when you nodded. He took Steve’s chair and turned it around before he sat down. “Good job, Nutcracker.”

Sam took the seat next to him as Steve rounded the table and slid into the chair beside you. He took your hand in his under the table so that nobody could see and looked sideways at you.

“Have you ever considered becoming a hero?” Sam asked. “I could train you.”

You looked up at him, expecting him to laugh. He didn’t.

“Me? I’m no hero.”

“When I met Steve, he was as skinny as a broomstick. Look at him now.” Sam jutted his chin toward Steve who rolled his eyes. “You’re brave and bold. We could use someone like you. Our new mission requires a bit more finesse and we’re...”

“-big guys,” Clint finished.

“Wait!” you said, frowning. “If Steve’s a demigod and Pierce is a guardian angel, what are you?”

Sam and Clint exchanged an amused look before they leaned over the table toward you. Instinctively, you sank further into your seat. Steve gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m a Phoenix,” Sam said, cracking a smile, “and believe me, it comes in handy when your job is to train amateur heroes.”

You heard Steve mumbling something under his breath. Sam gave you a wink as he sat back in his seat. You turned your head to face Clint.

“If you laugh, I’ll kill you,” he said, his eyes narrowed.

“Don’t be a baby, Clint.” Sam grinned.

You knew it was an empty threat, but you still raised your free hand like you were taking an oath. From the corner of you eye, you could see Steve covering his mouth to stifle his laughter. Clint kicked his shin under the table.

“I’m a Cupid, the Messenger of Love.”

Sam and Steve bit their lips like they were trying not to laugh before they burst out laughing. Hysterical laughter filled the room and you chuckled quietly. It felt good to laugh again.

“And no I’m not one of those chubby, naked babies. But I do have arrows and they’re very sharp,” he warned, glaring at his friends.

“Okay, baby,” Sam chuckled before his face turned serious again. “Now, like I said, we need a new member. Our enemy is a very powerful man.”

“He’s a God,” Steve chimed in, “and he’s as clever as he’s dangerous.”

You were sure Bucky would love the way they described him. The man had an ego the size of his kingdom. You listened carefully to Sam’s story.

During the battle for Olympus, Sam worked closely with the Gods. Their most ferocious enemy was the Lernaean Hydra; for every head chopped off, two more grew in its place. Unfortunately, the Hydra captured Bucky and turned him into a weapon to kill the Gods.

When Sam found him, it was too late. The other Gods said that for their own security they were obliged to lock him up. After the war, they freed his mind and gave him the Underworld –mostly because no one wanted to be locked in a cave for all eternity. They argued that he would never be the same again.

The Hydra tortured his body and his soul. He was a victim, but it didn’t change the fact that he made you do unspeakable things. Your heart constricted painfully, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

“He has a group of demons stealing hearts for him,” Sam concluded, unaware that you were one of Bucky’s minions. “We have to free them, but we can’t do anything until we find the Underworld. Are you with us?”

This was your chance to make things right, to speak up and betray the man you sold your life to. You swallowed hard, your stomach churned, as you silently made your choice.

“I will kill him,” Bucky shouted at the empty courtroom as he walked over to his throne. “No, better yet, I’ll make her rip his heart out of his chest and crush it.”

“Yikes,” Nat muttered.

She trailed after him, her face twisted in a grimace of disgust. Bucky sat on his throne, his foot tapping an impatient rhythm on the ground.

“You’ve acted like a jerk and you’re still acting like a jerk.”

“Watch your tongue,” Bucky hissed through gritted teeth.

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. If you could just talk to her-”Nat stopped talking as the ground trembled under her feet. “Never mind, I forgot you had a cold cold heart.”

She pretended to zip her mouth shut when he gave her another dirty look. After a short moment of silence, Natasha started humming the tune to Tony Bennett’s Cold Cold Heart. Bucky was about to lose his temper again, when he heard Wanda’s frantic footsteps.

“So?” he asked, unable to contain himself any longer. “Did you see them?”

Wanda came to a halt next to Nat. She bent at the waist and rested her hands on her knees as she worked to catch her breath. Bucky took a deep breath, trying not to show his impatience.

“I saw her and Captain America. He took her to SHIELD,” Wanda said, her brows furrowed in worry. “She met Pierce.”

Bucky stared at his metal hand, hiding his emotions from his servants. Anger coursed through him like poison, quickly followed by fear. Nat and Wanda observed him, their hearts pounding.

“What are you going to do?”

“That will be all,” he sighed, dismissing the Furies with a wave of his hand.

The Furies exchanged panicked glances, they knew exactly what he had in mind.

“No, please, my Lord,” Nat begged. “Don’t do it, I like her.”

“My decision is final,” he replied, avoiding their pleading eyes. “Now leave.”

Part 5

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Steve Rogers Series List

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist]

[Steve Rogers One-Shot List]

Fools Rush In (Masterlist) 🍀

Ao3 Series: Steve x lab tech!Reader

It Had to Be You (Masterlist) ✅

Ao3 Series: CEO!Steve x assistant!Reader

Autumn Is Healing (Masterlist)

Steve x super soldier!Reader as you recover from Hydra’s brainwashing

Sun, Salt, and Shield (Masterlist) ✅

Steve x deep sea mermaid!Reader

Threadbare (Masterlist) ✅

Steve x fashion designer!Reader

Time & Tines (Masterlist)

Steve x villain!Reader

Item 107 (Masterlist)

skinny!demigod!Steve x bewitched!Reader

Hideout (Masterlist)

touch-starved!Nomad Steve x motel employee!Reader

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

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@wrasslin-kpop-and-bullshit @retro-rezz-the-est @swifteforeverandalways @axelwolf8109 @the-iridescent-phoenix

New draft of Camp Half-Blood. Cabin descriptions are in Bold

Camp Half Blood. First is the cabin leader/oldest unless the oldest of the cabin turns down the leader role. Demigods have become less frequent in recent years but every cabin has at least one occupant besides Zeus’ cabin and Hera’s cabin that is a tribute to the goddess.

Zeus: None(?)

Hera: None, cabin is nothing more than a tribute. Constantly vandalized until Chiron told everybody to stop.

Poseidon: Roman Reigns, Mia Yim.

Poseidon’s cabin is much like a dock with walls built around it. A large fountain sits in the middle, one of many presents for Roman from his father. A small room appeared when Mia was claimed, to give her privacy. Roman has a trident from his father.

Hades: Aleister Black, Violet Giliath, Paige Bevis, Ruby Riott, Darby Allin, Rosemary.

The Hades Cabin is black with green flames lit on torches, the interior is also black, with beds lining the walls. Coffins used to be there but thrown out. Twins Paige and Ruby line their walls around their bed with band posters. Darby Allin had shelves installed for his skateboards. Aleister and Violet are co-leaders and as such each have private rooms.

Ares: Raul Mendoza, Santos Escobar, Joaquin Wilde, Raquel Gonzalez, Leon Ruff, Adam Page, Dio Maddin/Mace, Keith Lee, Ember Moon

Ares cabin is painted dark red, the grounds alined with land mines, the cabin members usually like being paid in sharp things in exchange for being told where the mined are. Leon is constantly teased for being so small and skinny but his brothers and sisters defend him. Raul is the cabin leader due to Santos turning it down

Athena: TJ Perkins, Drew Gulak, Dominik Dijakovic/T-Bar, Sami Callihan, Jake Atlas, Mustafa Ali, Kay Lee Ray, Baron Corbin, Xia Li, Boa, Charlotte Flair,

Demeter: Aliyah, Anna Jay, Evil Uno

Aphrodite: Vanessa Borne, Zelina Vega, Andrade Cien Almas, Angel Garza, Ace Austin, Zelina Vega,

A pink cabin that smells like perfume and hairspray. The sons and daughters of the love goddess are beautiful and could pass as supermodels. Ace has the rare ability of charmspeak, though he never uses it

Apollo: Elias, Crazzy Steve, Trey Miguel, Charly Caruso, Dana Brooke, Adrian Neville/Neville, Humberto Carrillo,

A large cabin, completely gold, causing many headaches if looked at for too long. The children of Apollo are musically and athletically talented. Humberto happens to be the cousin of Andrade, Angel, and Zelina though their mortal side

Artemis: No one, the hunters of Artemis stay there whenever they visit the camp.

Hecate: Toni Storm, Bayley, Candice Lerae, Ava Grace

Iris: Mandy Rose, Xia Brookside.

Nemesis: Pete Dunne and Rhea Ripley (twins)

Eris: Liv Morgan and Jamie Senegal (twins)

Hephaestus: Becky Lynch, Jon Moxley, Dezmond Xavier, Austin Flynn

Hermes: Rohit Raju, Zachary Wentz,

Dionysus: Chris Bey and Kimber Lee.

Hypnos: Fallah Bah

Tyche: Deonna Purazzo

Nike: Taya Valkyrie

Hebe: Tenille Dashwood

Arete: Indi Hartwell

Discordia: Johnny Gargano (nicknamed the shit stirrer)

A simple wooden cabin with the walls taken out to make sure Johnny isn’t planning pranks or worse. A force field is around the cabin to protect him from monsters. A purple sword given to Johnny by his mother hangs on a hook, cursed to cause bad luck to whoever steals it until it is given back to Johnny.

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1108: The Loves of Hercules

I kinda miss the shorts and the black and white films in the new series, but I was happy to see a Hercules movie in the lineup! It feels like MST3K getting back to its roots. This is a particularly awful Hercules movie, too, short on feats of strength and long on romantic melodrama – and never once does Herc bend prison bars or pretend to drink a love potion! Get with the program, movie. Along with napping, those are his defining acts!

An encampment of some sort is attacked by the Ecalian army, who proceed to slaughter everybody there including Hercules' wife Megara. Hercules naturally goes looking to have a few words with the King of Ecalia about this, but when he arrives at the city he learns that the man is already dead. If he wants vengeance, it will have to be against the king's daughter, Deianira. Obviously Herc's not gonna take revenge against a girl for something she didn't even do – instead, he immediately falls in love with her, only to learn a few days later that she's already promised to a man named Achillo.

Herc leaves Ecalia in a huff, and after slaying a hydra even cheaper than the dragon in The Magic Sword, he arrives in the land of the Amazons. Their queen, Hippolyta, drinks a potion that makes her look like Deianira in order to win Hercules' heart. He is surprisingly okay with this, and fully prepared to stay with her until she gets sick of him and turns him into a tree... but then he learns that the real Deianira is about to be forced to marry her father's killer.

Meanwhile, I'm sitting here going, “Megara? The redhead who died in the opening scene? Remember her? Anybody?” Apparently not.

When a female character is killed off so that her death can spur a male character to action, this is colloquially known as 'fridging', after the time Alexandra DeWitt was killed and stuffed into a fridge just to piss off her boyfriend, Green Lantern Kyle Rayner. Among non-hack writers it is generally frowned upon as both sexist (implying that women's lives are important only insofar as they matter to men) and lazy (there are better, less cliché ways to motivate your character). This movie's treatment of Megara is one of the purest examples I've ever seen. She is introduced only so that she can be killed, and killed only to make Hercules go to Ecalia, where he promptly forgets all about her when he meets Deianira. Megara has served her entire purpose in the first couple of minutes, and is never mentioned again. One wonders why they bothered paying an actress to play the part. If she's gonna be that irrelevant, why even show her on screen?

This movie claims be be about The Loves of Hercules, but the fact that it forgets about Megara the moment Hercules meets Deianira makes it seem doubtful that he actually loves either of them. If Megara were so dear to him, surely he would grieve for her a while, rather than immediately wanting to run off with her killer's daughter. And if he didn't love Megara, to whom he had apparently been married for some time, why should we believe he loves Deianira? He barely knows Deianira... it seems like there's a lot more lust going on there than love, especially when he's so willing to accept Deianira's double in Hippolyta. We get a Hercules who seems to blunder from woman to woman without a lasting attachment to any of them.

This is the biggest problem with The Loves of Hercules, but it's a long way from the only one. There's also Mickey Hargitay. I've seen Mickey Hargitay in a couple of films before – besides this one, he was the detective in Lady Frankenstein and Anderson in Bloody Pit of Horror (god, I've seen a lot of terrible movies). I kind of want to say he was better in those, but now that I think about it I'm pretty sure he was dubbed in both so it's actually quite hard to gague his performance. It's better than in the non-MST3K Loves of Hercules I watched, which was a re-dub in which all the characters were stoic and British. He does a lot of Dull Surprise™ and postures like he's in a silent film. His 'feats of strength' do not communicate impressive power – he just looks like a guy struggling to balance a prop tree.

Nor does it help that in comparison with Steve Reeves and Alan Steele, he makes for a relatively skinny and baby-faced Hercules. Hargitay was 1955's Mr. Universe, and he's certainly in admirable shape, but he's just not up to 'demigod' levels. He looks like the Hercules Ryan Gosling would have grown up into. Apparently Hargitay got the role because the studio wanted Jayne Mansfield, and she would only agree to be in the movie if Hargitay, her husband, played Hercules.

Then there's the monsters. Amusingly crummy monsters are stock-in-trade for a Hercules movie, usually realized by people in ridiculous costumes. The Loves of Hercules is rather ambitious here. Rather than giving us a distinctly un-threatening lion or a guy in a lizard-man suit who clearly can't see anything, we get a full-scale three-headed dragon standing in for the Lernaean Hydra! It is significantly uglier and less mobile than its Russian cousin in The Sword and the Dragon, and looks kind of like one of the animatronics from Disney's Jungle Cruise ride. It's laugh-out-loud obvious how careful the actors are being not to damage it.

These movies are never very faithful to the source material, so it shouldn't bother me that their 'hydra' bears only the faintest resemblance to its mythological inspiration... but it does. The hydra is my favourite of Hercules' twelve labors – it's some kind of reptilian monster that Hercules tried to defeat by cutting off its head, only to find that multiple (usually three) heads grew back from each stump. This makes it an excellent metaphor for a problem that needs to be addressed at its source rather than just having its symptoms brushed under the rug, but it also serves to make a point that most of these movies ignore: Hercules isn't stupid.

The hydra was a monster Hercules could not defeat by brute strength alone – he had to use his strength in a smart way. In the myth, he burned the neck stumps so that they couldn't heal, then dipped his arrows in the hydra's venom to make them extra-deadly to all the monsters he'd have to fight later. The Disney version actually kept the spirit of this idea even as they changed the ending. Without a torch on hand, Hercules instead brings down a cliff on top of the hydra, trapping it under tons of rock that he can escape from, but it can't. This is sort of the inverse of my point from a few reviews back about brains and hands: brains aren't much good without strength to do the work, but strength also isn't much good without a brain to direct it. By making the hydra a creature Hercules can just stab to death, the episode loses all its meaning.

A lot is also lost from our impression of Hercules' intelligence, which wasn't exactly riding high anyway after he seems unable to remember more than one woman at a time.

Finally, of course, there's The Loves of Hercules' other monster and supreme What The Fuck moment, the Totally Random Sasquatch. It was only on the second viewing that I realized this was supposed to be the 'monster Alcyone' the peasants mentioned rustling their cattle. When describing him to Hercules and Deianira before the stampede, they call Alcyone a thief before they call him a monster, and use the word 'monster' in such a way that it seems like a metaphorical description of a human thug, rather than a literal one of Bigfoot. With the cattle stampede and everything that follows to distract me, I'd forgotten all about Alcyone by the time we actually met him, and the sudden arrival of an ape-man seemed to come completely out of the blue.

In fact, even after realizing the connection, this is a weird, weird moment. What is Alcyone even supposed to be? The closest thing I can come up with to Bigfoot in standard Greek mythology is a satyr, but Alcyone is even less satyr-like than Torgo. The writer Hanno the Navigator referred to a tribe of savage ape-men who supposedly lived around Sierra Leone, which he says the natives called gorillai (yes, this is where we get the word), but that's a long way from Greece and the story is fairly obscure. As far as I can tell, Alcyone is exactly what Jonah and the bots first took him for: a totally random Sasquatch. Between him, Cry Wilderness, Om the Caveman, and Gulfax the Poodle-Wookiee, I think we can officially dub Season 11 the Bigfoot Season.

As long as I'm here, 'Alcyone' is a girl's name in Greek. It refers to a type of bird.

The Loves of Hercules is pretty competently made in most respects. Even with some of the shortcomings in the casting, acting, and effects, it could have fallen into the 'hokey but charming' category, if only it hadn't forgotten about Megara. The way she simply ceases to exist, as if women are like shirts and you can just pick a new one when you lose the old (or something similar if the one you originally wanted is no longer available), gives a very poor impression of both Hercules and the writers and makes it difficult to really get into the romances that follow. In a film about the loves of Hercules, that's a fatal mistake.

#mst3k #reviews #the loves of hercules #all these movies have bigfoot in them #women in fridges #my cheese steak #60s

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