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thewidowsghost · 3 years

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The Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 7

(Y/n)'s POV

The next few days I settle into a routine that feels almost normal if you don't count the fact that I am getting lessons from satyrs, nymphs, and a centaur.

Each morning I take Ancient Greek with Annabeth, and we talk about the gods and goddesses in the present tense, which is kind of weird. I discover that Annabeth is right about my dyslexia: Ancient Greek isn't hard for me to read. At least, no harder than English. After a few mornings, I can read a few lines of Homer without too much headache.

The rest of the day, I'd rotate through outdoor activities, looking for something Percy and I are good at. Chiron tries to teach Percy archery, but the three of us find out pretty quickly that he isn't any good with a bow and arrow, but I find that I was pretty okay at it.

The only thing Percy and I excelled at is canoeing, and that isn't the kind of heroic skill people expect to see from the kids who had beaten the Minotaur.

I know the senior counselors are watching the two of us, trying to decide who our dad is, but they aren't having an easy time of it. Percy and I aren't as strong as the Ares kids, or as good at archery as the Apollo kids. I don't have Hepheastus's skill with metalwork or - gods forbid - Dionysus's with vine plants. Luke tells me and Percy one night that we might be children of Hermes, a jack-of-all-trades, master of none. But I get the feeling that he is just trying to make us feel better. He didn't know what to make of us either.

One day, I am out by the canoe lake, just sitting on the dock, when I look over my shoulder to see Annabeth walking down the dock. She silently sits down beside me.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Annabeth wonders and I gather my thoughts before speaking.

"What if I'm not good at anything? What happens if I never get claimed?" I look over, my sea-green eyes meeting Annabeth's stormy-gray eyes.

Annabeth's gaze is slightly sympathetic and when she answers, her response doesn't really make me feel better. "You'd stay in the Hermes cabin."

I nod before gazing down the calm water of the lake again.

. . .

Thursday afternoon, three days after I'd arrived at Camp Half-Blood, I have my first sword-fighting lesson. Everyone from Cabin Eleven gathers in the big circular arena, where Luke would be our instructor.

We start with basic stabbing and slashing, using some straw-stuffed dummies in Greek armor.

I can't feel a blade that feels right in my hands. Either they are too heavy, or too light, or too long. Luke tries his best to fix me up, but he agrees that none of the practice blades seem to work for me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Annabeth and Chiron standing at the entrance of the arena.

We move to duel in pairs and Luke announces that he would be my partner, and Percy would have an older camper since it's our first time.

"Good luck," one of the campers tells me. "Luke's the best swordsman in the last three hundred years."

I face Luke, an uneasy expression on my face and he shoots me a reassuring smile.

3rd Person POV

Annabeth and Chiron watch (Y/n) and Luke's demonstration, and even Chiron is slightly interested as he watches (Y/n).

Luke thrusts his sword forward and (Y/n) instinctively sidesteps, and Luke, expecting to hit (Y/n)'s shield, stumbles forward.

Luke's eyes narrow and he presses her with more force.

(Y/n) steps forward and tries a thrust of her own and Luke deflects it easily.

The two's blades clash over and over again for a minute or so when the sword in (Y/n)'s hand grows heavy; the balance not quite right.

She tries the disarming maneuver that Luke had been talking about earlier.

(Y/n)'s blade hits the base of Luke's and she twists, putting her whole weight into a downward thrust.

Clang!

Luke's sword rattles against the stone; (Y/n)'s blade is an inch from his undefended chest.

The other campers are silent.

(Y/n) lowers her sword. "Sorry," she says sheepishly.

For a moment, Luke is too stunned to speak.

"Sorry?" his scarred face breaks into a grin. "By the gods, (Y/n), why are you sorry? Show me that again!"

This time, there is only a little bit of sparring before Luke hits the hilt of (Y/n)'s sword and sends it skidding across the floor.

After a long pause, someone in the audience says, "Beginner's luck?"

Luke wipes the sweat off his brow, appraising (Y/n) with an entirely new interest. "Maybe," he says. "But I wonder what (Y/n) could do with a balanced sword. . ."

. . .

Friday night, after dinner, there is a lot more excitement than usual.

At last, it's time for capture the flag.

When the plates are cleared away, the conch horn sounds, and all the campers stand at their tables.

Campers yell and cheer as Annabeth and two of her siblings run into the pavilion carrying a silk banner. It is about ten feet long, glistening gray, with a painting of a barn owl above an olive tree. From the opposite side of the pavilion, Clarisse and her buddies run in with another banner, of identical size, but gaudy red, painted with a blood spear and a boar's head.

Percy turns to Luke and yells over the noise, "Those are the flags?"

"Yeah."

"Ares and Athena always lead the teams?" (Y/n) asks curiously.

"Not always," he answers. "But often."

"So, if another cabin captures one, what do you do - repaint the flag?" Percy asks.

He grins. "You'll see. First, we have to get one."

Luke fives Percy a sly look, as if he knows something the other two don't. The scar on his face makes Luke look almost evil in the torchlight. "We've made a temporary alliance with Athena. Tonight, we get the flag from Ares. And you are going to help."

The teams are announced. Athena had allied with Apollo and Hermes, the two biggest cabins. Privileges had been traded —shower times, chore schedules, the best slots for activities—to win support.

Ares had allied themselves with everybody else: Dionysus, Demeter, Aphrodite, and Hephaestus. From what Percy'd seen, Dionysus's kids were good athletes, but there were only two of them. Demeter's kids had the edge with nature skills and outdoor stuff, but they weren't very aggressive. Aphrodite's sons and daughters he wasn't too worried about. They mostly sat out every activity and checked their reflections in the lake and did their hair and gossiped. Hephaestus's kids weren't pretty, and there were only four of them, but they were big and burly from working in the metal shop all day. They might be a problem. That, of course, left Ares's cabin: a dozen of the biggest, ugliest, meanest kids on Long Island, or anywhere else on the planet.

Chiron hammers his hoof on the marble.

"Heroes!" he announces. "You all know the rules. The creek is the boundary line. The entire forest is fair game. All magic items are allowed. The banner must be prominently displayed, and have no more than two guards. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged. No killing or maiming is allowed. I will serve as referee and battlefield medic. Arm yourselves!"

He spreads his hand and the tables are suddenly coated in metal equipment: helmets, bronze swords, speaks, oxhide shields covered in metal.

"Whoa!" Percy says. "We're supposed to use these?"

Luke looks at him as if he's crazy. "Unless you want to get skewered by your friends in cabin five. Here — Chiron thought these would fit. You'll be on border patrol, (Y/n), you're with me, I want to see what you can do with that sword."

Luke hands (Y/n) a circular shield and she straps it onto her arm. She tests the weight of the shield and is satisfied with the fact that it's not too light or too heavy.

Annabeth yells, "Blue Team, forward!"

The Blue Team cheers and shakes their swords and follows her down the path to the south side of the woods. The Red Team yells taunts at them as they head off to the north.

Percy manages to catch up to Annabeth, (Y/n) at his heels, without Percy tripping over his heavy equipment.

"Hey," Percy says; Annabeth keeps marching. "So what's the plan?" he asks. "Got any magic items you can loan me?"

Annabeth's hand drifts towards her pocket, as if afraid he'd taken something.

"Just watch Clarisse's spear," she tells Percy. "You don't want that thing touching you. Otherwise, don't worry. We'll take the banner from Ares. (Y/n), come with me."

With a blink, the two girls had ran forward, leaving Percy in the dust. . . .

Once they're in positions, a conch horn blows, and (Y/n), who Annabeth had left with Luke, sneaks forward.

She moves forward a few yards and instinctively raises her shield against an Ares camper. (Y/n) thrusts her sword and the Ares camper sidesteps. Changing her momentum, (Y/n) does a spin, hitting the Ares camper in the stomach with her shield; the camper falls to the ground.

Feeling more confident in herself, (Y/n) slinks into the shadows, her shield and sword low as not to glow from any lights nearby.

(Y/n) makes it across the boundary into enemy territory and sneaks forward a few more yards until she hears Clarisse's voice, "Give him a haircut. Grab his hair."

(Y/n) changes direction, breaking into a run and then bursting from the line of trees.

The five Ares campers turn on her and three advance, Clarisse and another continuing to beat on Percy.

(Y/n) swings the flat of her sword and hits the first guy's head and he crumples to the ground.

Two other guys come at her and she slams her shield into one's face and uses her sword to shave off the horsehair plume on his helmet.

(Y/n) steps into the water and pulls her twin to his feet, feeling as though she'd eaten some of her mother's double espresso beans.

Clarisse and the fourth guy advance and the guy swing his sword, catching (Y/n)'s shield arm and leaving a huge cut, from her wrist to elbow.

Percy catches Clarisse's electric spear with the edge of his shield and sword and snaps it like a twig.

"Ah!" she yells. "You idiot! You corpse-breath worm!"

She probably would've said worse, but Percy smacks her between the eyes with his sword-but and sends her stumbling backward out of the creek.

Then the twins hear yelling, elated screams, and see Luke raising towards the boundary line with the red team's banner lifted high. He is flanked by a couple of Hermes guys covering his retreat, and a few Apollos behind them, fighting off the Hephaestus kids. The Ares folks get up and Clarisse mutters a dazed curse.

"A trick!" Clarisse screams. "It was a trick."

The Ares kids stagger after Luke, but it's too late. Everyone converges on the creek as Luke runs across into friendly territory. The Blue team explodes into cheers and the red banner shimmers and turns to silver. The boar and spear are replaced with a huge caduceus, the symbol of Cabin Eleven. Everyone on the Blue Team picks up Luke and starts carrying him around on their shoulders. Chiron canters out from the woods and blows the conch horn.

(Y/n)'s POV

The game was over. We'd won.

Percy and I are about to join the celebration when Annabeth's voice, right next to me in the creek, says, "Not bad, hero."

I look, an eyebrow quirked, but Annabeth isn't there.

"Where the heck did you learn to fight like that?" Annabeth asks. The air shimmers, and she materialized, holding a Yankees baseball cap as if she'd just taken it off her head.

"You set me up," Percy says, looking slightly angry. "You put me here because you knew Clarisse would come after me, while you sent Luke around the flank. You had it all figured out."

Annabeth shrugs, "I told you. Athena always, always has a plan."

"A plan to get my pulverized," Percy retorts.

"I came as fast as I could. I was about to step in . . ." she shrugs. "You didn't need help."

Then she notices my wounded arm. "How did you do that?"

"It's a sword cut," I respond. "Where do you think it came from?"

"No. It was a sword cut," Annabeth says. "Look at it."

I look down. The blood is gone; where the huge cut had been, there is a long white scratch, and even that is fading. As I watch, it turns into a small scar and disappears.

"I - I don't get it," I stutter.

Annabeth is thinking hard. I can almost see the gears turning. She looks down at my feet, then at Clarisse's broken spear, and says, "Step out of the water, (Y/n)."

"What -" I question.

"Just do it."

I step out of the creek and immediately feel bone tired. I almost fall over but Annabeth steadies me.

"Oh, Styx," she curses. "This is not god. I didn't want . . . I assumed it would be Zeus . . ."

Before I can ask what she means, I hear a canine grows.

A howl rips through the forest.

The campers' cheering dies instantly. Chiron shots something in Ancient Greek, "Stand ready! My bow!"

Annabeth draws her sword.

There on the rocks, just above us is a black hound the size of a rhino, with lava-red eyes and fangs like daggers.

And it's looking right at me.

Nobody moves except Annabeth, who yells, "(Y/n), run!"

She tries to step in front of me, but the hound is too fast. It leaps over her - an enormous shadow with teeth - and just as it hits me, as I stumble backward and feel its razor-sharp claws ripping through my armor.

There is a cascade of thwacking sounds, like forty pieces of paper being ripped one after another; from the hound's sprouts a cluster of arrows.

The monster falls dead at my feet.

By some miracle, I am alive. I don't want to look underneath the ruins of my shredded armor and sway a little. My chest feels warm and wet, and I know I am badly cut. Another second and the monster would've turned me into a hundred pounds of deli meat.

Chiron trots up next to us, a bow in his hand, his face grim.

"Di immortales!" Annabeth says softly. "That's a hellhound from the Fields of Punishment. They don't...they're not supposed to..."

"Someone summoned it," Chiron murmurs. "Someone inside the camp."

Luke comes over, the banner in his hand forgotten, his moment of glory gone.

Clarisse yells, "It's all Percy's fault! Percy summons it!"

"Be quiet, child," Chiron tells her.

We watch the body of the hellhound melts into the shadow, soaking into the ground as it disappears.

"You're wounded," Annabeth tells me. "Quick, (Y/n), get in the water."

I'm too tired to argue and I step back into the creek, the whole camp gathering around me.

Instantly, I fell better; I fell the cuts on my chest closing up.

Some of the campers gasp.

"Look, I - I don't know why," I say, trying to apologize. "I'm sorry . . ."

But they aren't watching my wounds heal, they're staring up at something above mine and Percy's heads.

"(Y/n), Percy," Annabeth says, pointing. "Um . . ."

By the time I look up, the sign is already fading, but I can still make out the hologram of green light, spinning and gleaming.

A three-tipped spear: a trident.

"Your father," Annabeth murmurs. "This is really not good."

All around me, campers start kneeling, even Ares cabin, though they don't look happy about it.

"Our father?" Percy asks, looking completely bewildered.

"Poseidon," says Chiron. "Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus and (Y/n) Jackson, Son, and Daughter of the Sea God."

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wendimydarling · 4 years

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Henry's characters as Greek/Roman Gods 😆

OKAY girl. I’m finally getting around to this. I did a lot of research as I’m not superly familiar with all of the greek gods and their stories, but I did a pretty good job I think, and I ran the list by @littlefreya and @agniavateira; they stan (for the most part)!

All of my info (including the quotes I will use) I pulled from this website, so if anything isn’t accurate, I’m sorry! Here we goooooooo!

Stephen Colley

Stephen Colley is Aristaeus, minor patron god of useful arts, such as gardening and hunting. I’m basing this off of who he was and his role to the family, NOT on the sudden acting career that was thrust upon him.

“In Greek mythology, Aristaeus was the god useful arts, such as bee-keeping and cheese-making, olive-growing, herding, and hunting. He was a rustic god, a god of the countryside and pastoral places.”

Aristaeus also would visit cities, see the problems, and find a solution, which is basically what Stephen did for the bitch he was in love with, to the detriment of his own heart.

Mikey

Mikey is Momus. the god of Mockery and Satire.

“Momus is typically depicted as a man lifting a mask from his face. In more modern art, he is depicted as a fool or king’s jester.

Greek tragedian Sophocles wrote a satyr play called Momus. Satyr plays were tragicomedies with choruses of satyrs. The plays were often full of drunkenness, sexuality, sight gags, and other forms of merriment.”

Mikey loves a good joke and to fool around. He didn’t take life seriously, he wanted to have fun.

Melot

Melot is Dinlas, god of chaos and hatred. Dinlas was abandoned by his mother and banished to the underworld where Hades discovered him and turned him into an agent of darkness, similarly to how Melot wasn’t as well received by his uncle as Tristan was, and so was taken in by Wictred and used for evil.

Hades gave Dinlas a job that seemed right and good, much how Melot thought that he was doing what was best for the kingdom. Both of them sought acceptance and love wherever they could find it, and for both of them it was ultimately their downfall.

Evan Marshall

Evan is the god Paean, physician to the Olympic gods. Paean treated everyone from Ares to Hades, he didn’t differentiate. This may seem like an obvious choice, but it goes a step further.

“The name “Paean” was also commonly used in a general sense to refer to anyone who could save people from evil or calamity.”

This is Evan. He was brought in by his brother to save their home from the evil that resided in that bunker, and he did what he had to, wishing to save not just his family but the family that lived there, regardless of what his brother thought. He didn’t differentiate, same as Paean.

Charles Brandon

Charles is Kratos, god of strength and power. I’m basing this off of the myths that include his lineage as the son of the Titans Pallas and Styx, which makes him a relative of the Olympian gods but not one of them directly.

“In this form, Kratos is seen as a companion of Zeus and the guardian of his throne. He is usually one of Zeus’ primary enforcers and is an extension of his will.”

This is Charles. Friend of the King and Enforcer of His Will, even when it means carrying out unnecessary vengeance, similarly to how Kratos was required to chain Prometheus to a rock to be tortured for all eternity after Prometheus stole fire for humans.

Clark Kent/Kal-El

Clark is Atlas, who was a Titan instead of a god. This might seem like an unusual choice, but hear me out. Atlas chose a side and lost, and because of it was forced to carry the weight of the heavens on his shoulders for the rest of his life. Clark too was forced to choose a side, and though he didn’t necessarily “lose”, he still had to carry the weight of that burden on his shoulders for the rest of his life.

“Atlas was known as being ‘stout-hearted,’ strong, resilient and only a little gullible”

Clark is all of those things. And when I say gullible, I more just mean that he’s so good, so innocent, people have been able to take advantage of him before.

Napoleon Solo

Napoleon is Hermes, god of trade, thieves, travelers, and border crossings, guide to the Underworld.

“Hermes was known to be quick and cunning and had the ability to freely move between the mortal and divine worlds.

In some myths Hermes is also depicted as a trickster where he would outwit the gods either for the good of humankind or for his own personal amusement and satisfaction.

Both Homer and Hesiod portrayed Hermes as the author of skilled or deceptive acts, and also as a benefactor of mortals.”

This depicts Napoleon to a T. He played both sides to his benefit, and often “went against the man” if it benefited the greater good or if it amused him.

Captain Syverson

Captain Syverson is Zeus, god of law, order, and justice.

“Hesiod described Zeus as a god who “brought peace in place of violence” and referred to him as the “lord of justice”.”

There are many different character traits of Zeus that Syverson embodies: hospitality, willingness to avenge wrong, keeper of oaths, and he struck terror in his enemies.

“According to “Work and Days” by Hesiod (line 59), Zeus was a carefree god who loved to laugh out loud. He was regarded as wise, fair, just, merciful, and prudent. He was also unpredictable – nobody was able to guess the decisions he would make.”

This also seems to me like Syverson. Although we don’t see him laugh much in the film, we do get a snippet of that smile when he greets Mahmoud.

“He is often described as a strong, imposing man with a regal body and long, often curly, hair. He usually had a short beard or scruff and carried his trusty thunderbolt at all times.”

Syverson is all of this except the long curly hair. His thunderbolt is the Beretta 92FS he’s always got tucked into his belt.

August Walker

August is Hades, god of the underworld.

“Hades was depicted as stern and unyielding, unmoved by prayer and sacrifice.

[He] had a cap or helmet that made its wearer invisible.

His wife was Persephone, Demeter’s only daughter, whom he kidnapped and made his queen.”

August’s mission is his manifesto. He is unyielding in that sense; he will do whatever it takes to accomplish that goal, unmoved by the opinions and pleading of others. He worked for the CIA and they had no idea of his true intent, which makes him pretty invisible, and he would absolutely kidnap a woman to make her his bride (Trapped, anyone????). Although I think he would make her fall in love with him first.

Walter Marshall

Walter is the Hypnos, the god of sleep. Again, seems like an unusual choice, but hear me out.

“Hypnos is said to be a calm and gentle god who helps mortal humans in their time of need.”

This is Walter. He is a gentle giant, who aids people when they need help the most. This is his job, this is his life. Hypnos lived in the underworld, in a cave that received no sunlight or moonlight. Walter lives his life in a similar darkness, his mind engulfed in the horrors of his job. Hypnos’s cave was surrounded by poppies and other plants that produce sleep, which explains why Walter always looks so tired. *cue laughing emoji*

Geralt of Rivia

I see Geralt as Heracles (Hercules). He did not choose the life he was given, but he used it for the good of people.

“Heracles was known for his extraordinary strength, courage and cleverness. When his brawn would not suffice, he would call upon his wits...”

Hercules also had his Twelve Labors, which I equate to Geralt running around slaying monsters. Hercules often acted impulsively, and though done out of love, it would get him into trouble. Geralt does this too, though he would never admit it. His love for Jaskier, Yen, and Ciri gets him into heaps of scraps and trouble, which he is then often forced to serve his way out of.

Thanks for this ask, @wondersofdreaming! Sorry it took me so long; it was a bit of a research project and I felt like I was in school again!

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shimosu · 4 years

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Hermes headcanons

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You were some sort of helper, like a maid or attendant or something, he was supposed to train

Shiva said something about how Hermes probably never gets a break with the others, so with the idea of Hermes and someone else playing the same role but alternating on days, Zeus chose you

Hermes has to train you though, before he can share his "shifts" (and get time to himself)

He doesn't really know who you are until you arrive

Zeus said he would pick whoever it was, and Hermes wouldn't know who until the day he was supposed to train you

When Hermes sees you, and sees that Zeus already dressed you up in a uniform,

Hermes, internally: Of course Zeus-sama has to go and pick a cute one.

Zeus: Hermes, this is... Well, they can introduce themselves.

So you did, and Zeus told him to show you around first

Zeus: Have fun, you two!

It was a bit awkward, since both of you were silent and the first bit of conversation began with Hermes just introducing himself

He showed you the rooms, where cleaning supplies were(some were hidden in the actual floor), and answered your questions

Days passed of just practice

Zeus told Hermes to focus on you, because a) he's not so old that he can't get up himself, b) "You should focus on that cutie!" And something about how he's son and how he raised him and that he didn't raise him to ignore a cutie in need.. c) It's for the future convenience

Zeus really was watching to see if Hermes would take an interest in you, as anything other than enemy, friend, or co-worker

No, Zeus was looking for the love connection!

So Zeus told him to keep a close eye on you, because there's more than what meets the eye

Hermes would realize himself when he has a crush, though

From watching you take everything in, becoming more comfortable and showing more sides of yourself, he did enjoy seeing you like that

It was super fun and amusing to watch you, with the excuse that he was supposed to watch over you (it gave him a feeling of needing to make sure you were okay) and the fact you drew attention to yourself anyway

He got to watch you get mad over something not being done right, headbutt multiple people on multiple occasions, end up pinning Ares down with his arm twisted behind his back at one point, become all excited and begin skipping, and way more stuff.

Some running gag that kept happening would be you not knowing if a door was push or pull, and then someone from the other side would open the door and either hit you in the face with it or make you fall to the ground

So Hermes had ice packs and a first aid kit on hand, and literally multiple just hiding in the walls and floors

Soon, your training was done and you got days off, sharing shifts and stuff

Though you two would still watch the others because it was something you were used to at that point, and did it without much thinking

You also spent a lot of time in the library on your days off, but still helped handle stuff

Hermes would find himself smiling at literally nothing when he thought of you

Maybe it started when you got more comfortable, dragged him out and declared very loudly in the perfect weather they always have, that you would be a good substitute and learn everything

"... I see. But, why did you need to bring me out here to tell me this?" Hermes inquired.

"Because we need WITNESSES! You saw that, right, Heimdall?!"

Aphrodite loves the whole idea of this, especially with this development, so she goes and talks to you to watch for Hermes

You caught on when you saw him smiling at you while you were doing something you needed help with(a smile different from what he showed others, if you had to describe it, you would use Aphrodite's words of "lovestruck"), his eyes were sparkling and soft, he helped you and took his time, and his eyes reflected literally only you..

Plus, Aphrodite pulled you aside out of nowhere while you were with Hermes to tell you he liked you

Aaaand then it seemed like you weren't used to someone having a crush on you, because now you were acting like you were the one with a crush, and had no idea on how to act, which only made it obvious

You, holding a clipboard: Looks like the flour will go out soon..

Hermes, looking at the clipboard from in front of you and having to lean closer: I can go get more.

You, looking up and seeing him close up: *remembers what Aphrodite said moments ago when she pulled you away*

You, suddenly bringing the clipboard up to hide your face and almost smacking him in the face: Okay, you can go get more! I'll handle the sugar!

Hermes: ..?

Aphrodite was still there and watched it

Told Zeus about it via text

When you were gone and Hermes was with Zeus, he just patted his back

Zeus: Good job, Hermes. I knew you had it in you

Hermes: ... Pardon?

Days pass, you do nothing about Hermes

Though you did notice him watching you more than what was probably needed

Then he just lets it slip that he likes you and he didn't even seem to be intending to do that

You were asking him why he was spacing out so much, and still not really paying attention, he just mumbled that

You, knowing you two worked together all the time now: ... DAMMIT THAT MAKES THIS SO AWKWARD!

Then he seemed to realize what he said

"... Oh."

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karalizzy · 5 years

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Safsee Breg

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What is your full name?

Safsee Breg

How did your parents decide on your name?

Safrees was Nana's name. She thought it would be a respectful thing to do. My Nan was a killer bitch. I loved her

How tall are you?

2'9"

What color is your hair?

An auburn-y brown color

What color are your eyes?

One is red and one is bright blue

How much do you weigh?

28 lbs, bebe

What is your birthday (month, date, and year)?

January 23rd

What is your father’s name?

Cel

What is your mother’s name?

Olteal

What are your grandparents’ names?

I don't know much about my Pap's side, but my Mam's parents were Safrees and Berk.

Do you have any siblings? What are their names, birthdates, and birth order?

Got a brother, Oz. He was born a couple years before me, November 13th

Do you have any medical problems, diseases, injuries?

I was a damn healthy bab. Had a spear go through my right lung once so I can't run for long but...

Do you have any distinguishing marks on your body (a mole, a birthmark, a missing finger, a tattoo, etc.)?

Got a couple scars. The lung one which is under a tit, one across my right shoulder, and one on my neck I don't wanna talk about.

What kind of house/apartment do you live in?

I currently live with my partner, she sweet as fuck. She did the decorating, so it's pretty cutesy and shit. I guess you could call it a loft?

Do you have any pets?

We have Hermes. He's my girl's falcon. He's kind of an asshole but I love him.

Are you married? If so, what is your spouse’s name?

We ain't married, but I'm with my girl Bresha. She's my flower.

HISTORY QUESTIONS:

Where did you go to school?

I learned all my mechanics with my Papa in garage

How many times have you moved in your life?

The fam crossed Arcaylia probably a dozen times

When did you move to where you live now?

Bresha and I moved in together 3 and a half years ago

Who is your best friend now?

An angel. Don’t ask.

Who are all of the people whom you have dated?

Gettin personal... uh, another goblin called Teets (I Know), a human called Aarin, and a half-elf girl called Antalia... some others.... and my sweet flower.

Why did your relationship with each person you dated not work out?

Well fuck, didn't realize this was my fuckin life story. Okay, I guess it didn't work out with Teets because I kept laughing at his name. The human was a one-off, he knew that. Antalia was... woo, that girl was just too much crazy for me.

What is the worst thing that ever happened to you?

Don't wanna talk about it. Let's just say that the cleric was the traitor, not me.

What is the best thing that ever happened to you?

I met my beautiful girl, Bresha.

How did you meet your current significant other?

I was at the pub, having some brews and this beautiful, long-haired, half-orc lady sat down next to me. We started talkin' about the area and smiling and laughing and just.... *sigh* then some jag-offs came in and threatened her. Before I could even say anything she cut one in half. I'd never had such a rock-hard lady chub before.

Who important to you has died in your life and how did you cope with their deaths?

Jesus. *snortles* No, uh, well.... I have-... had a good friend called Remliel. They were one of the most... selfless people I could hope to meet. I don't think I did... COPE really. I just didn't deal with it. Shut up, what's the next question?

PERSONALITY QUESTIONS:

What is your favorite color?

Brown.

What is your favorite book?

My flower and I read "The Tales of Murph Brittlebrass" to eachother. It's about a swashbuckler badass. If she was alive, my love and I would totally rock her world, you know?

What is your favorite food(s)?

I actually really like rations? Unpopular opinion, but fuck man, prunes with uncured beef sausage? AND homemade bread?? Makes me moist just thinking about it.

What most annoys you about (your mom, dad, brother, sister, wife, son, daughter, best friend, boss, co-worker)?

Mama is always in my business about pollunating the world with my seed, but jokes on her. Papa has never done anything wrong in his life. Oz is a cunt but I love him.

How often do you exercise? What are your exercise goals?

Ex-.... I'm sorry what is that word? Is it Elvish? It's not translating well, sorry.

Which of your buttons does your mother like to push that sets you off?

Just the wee babey one.

Do you believe it’s okay to tell a lie and under what circumstances?

It's okay to tell a lie if someone's safety is at risk and the lie will protect them.

Are you an introvert or an extrovert?

I'd say I'm like... 86.4% extroverted

What things might you be asked to do that you hate doing but do anyway (attend birthday parties, weddings, do chores for your elderly aunt, etc.)?

Oh, watchin my brothers brood. Those kids are little bastards but they're my nephews so I gotta put up with them a little I guess.

Have you ever been arrested and why?

Cleric tried to arrest me once for pissing in public three days after I saw him do it. Fuck that guy.

Who would you lay down your life for?

My flower.

Who would you really like to tell off?

Byron. He's a cunt that I know that needs to get his goddamn, motherfucking priorities straight for his own cunting sake. Or at least he's gotta get laid.

What are your spending habits?

I spend what I gotta. Food, supplies. Bresha buys a little more than she should *snickers.

Do you enjoy hot weather, or do you prefer colder temperatures?

Gimme that sun bby.

If you could describe yourself in one sentence, what would you say?

King Bitch of Fuck Mountain

If your (best friend, wife, daughter, boss, neighbor etc.) were to describe you in one sentence, what do you think he/she would say?

She better say the same thing. It's a running gag. We love eachother.

#oc #oc development #safsee #goblin

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Mortal - BamBam (Day 6/100)

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Prompt: Mortal Pairing: BamBam x Reader AU: GreekGod!AU

“Ouch, Bammy, knock it off!” you whined, pushing away your boyfriend’s hand as he leaned in to poke you once more. You heard him fake gasp and you glanced up from your book to see him sitting with his eyes closed and his hand over his heart. He was leaning back in his chair and was acting like he was in a massive amount of pain from your words.

“Really, is that any way to talk to a God?” he said, dramatically. You rolled your eyes and pushed the book towards him, making him teeter backwards in his chair as he was thrown off balance.

“You mean a demi-god,” you stated as you stood up from your chair. Once BamBam got his balance back he stood up and faced you.

“Hey! It’s pretty much the same thing!” he exclaimed, pouting. You rolled your eyes and brushed the leaves off of your clothes. “It should be the same to you, little mortal,” BamBam said, smirking at you. You fake gagged, hating his nickname for you. You let your mind wander and you thought back to the book you had just finished. The saga had taken you weeks and it left you with an empty feeling in your stomach. You stretched a bit before turning back to him.

“Let’s head back and get food. I need to fill my stomach with something,” you stated, patting him on the arm and heading off towards the village. BamBam followed you but then pulled up beside you, beginning to tell you one of his infamous stories from the realm of Gods. “So get this, yesterday, Yugyeom and I tried to steal Poseidon’s trident! Well, not really steal it because then we’d be in a lot of trouble…more like borrow it for a while. We tried to get Jackson in on it since it’s his dad after all, but he said he didn’t want to. That’s weird though, right? Because…”

As BamBam continued talking, you suddenly realized how strange the situation you were in was. You were a mere mortal and both of your parents came from humble origins. And yet here you were, talking to the son of Hermes as if it were the most casual thing in the world.

But more than that – you were dating the son of Hermes. You didn’t even know if demi-gods were allowed to date mortals. Hopefully they were. You didn’t want to get your boyfriend into trouble, but you also didn’t want to make Hermes so mad that he took it out on you. You shook your head clear of those thoughts, making a mental note to ask your boyfriend if his father, a GOD, would be okay with the two of you dating.

Normally, whenever BamBam would talk about his adventures, you would listen keenly and be enthralled by his tales. But for some reason, today was different. You had just finished your book that was full of adventure and you knew that no amount of food would fill the pit that it had created in your stomach. Your book characters got to go off and explore the world, but not you. BamBam got to go back to the realm of Gods, but not you.

BamBam’s words that once seemed so awe-inspiring, were now beginning to give you a sort of melancholy feeling. It seemed as though everyone was destined to have grand adventures with Gods and mythical creatures, but not you. No, you would be confined to your quiet life in a quiet village with all of your quiet family members and quiet friends.

All except BamBam, of course. He would –

“OUCH!” you shouted as you felt something sharp pinch your side and heard your friend’s laughter. You shot BamBam a warning look as he clenched his stomach in an attempt to breathe. You stopped walking and crossed your arms. “Why would you do that?” you asked, seriously. He panted a bit, still grinning before standing up straight.

“Sorry, Y/N. But you were totally spacing out and I had to get your attention somehow!” he exclaimed, waving it off like it was no big deal. You looked down at the ground and contemplated the thoughts you had just been having. There were a few moments of silence before BamBam spoke once more.

“Are you okay? You’ve been acting weird all day,” he stated bluntly. You swallowed hard and then looked up at him, trying to keep your composure as you collected your thoughts.

“I’m fine,” you began, pausing to put the right words together. “I just…look, it’s just hard to hear all of these stories about you and your friends and read books about all of these great travelers without getting a little jealous. I’ll never be able to do things like that. I don’t even know if I’ll ever be able to leave this village,” you exclaimed, your voice now much louder than it was when you had started. You sighed, leaning against a nearby tree and looking down at the grass as you held back tears. “But why should it matter, right? I’m just mortal. A stupid, powerless mortal,” you said, closing your eyes as you felt the tears begin to stream down your cheek.

In a second, BamBam was by your side, sitting down on the grass and holding you in his arms. You felt even more pathetic, crying in front of your boyfriend like that, but you didn’t know what else to do. These emotions had been pent up for so long that you needed to let them out.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t say things like that,” BamBam said softly, gently stroking your hair as you rubbed your eyes. “You’re not stupid and you’re definitely not powerless. You’re always the first one to help the people in the village with anything they need. I’ve seen you be a doctor, and a peace keeper, and a babysitter at the same time,” he exclaimed, referring to a previous incident.

This made you laugh shortly through your tears as you tried to dry your eyes. He lifted up your cheek and your eyes met his as he brushed the hair out of your face. His playful mood was still there, but you could tell that he was being extremely sincere in his words.

“You don’t need to be a god, or even a demi-god, to be powerful. You’re smart, and strong, and kind. Sometimes mortals can be more powerful than Gods. You're resilient. You always strive to work hard. But most importantly," BamBam stopped short and took your had in his, kissing the top of your head gently before continuing. "You matter to me. Actually, you matter quite a bit to me. And I don’t care if you’re a mortal, or a god, or anything else for that matter. I think you’re amazing,” BamBam said, smiling down at you. You managed a small smile as his words began to warm your heart.

“I mean, of course I think you’re cool, why else would I hang around you. You think I’d tarnish my reputation by hanging around someone uncool?” he asked, sass dripping from his words which only made you laugh as you finally managed to dry your eyes. You sniffled a little as you pulled away from BamBam’s lap and sat next to him so that you could lean your head on his shoulders. You closed your eyes and felt his warmth flow over you.

“Thank you Bammy,” you whispered.

Word Count: 1,244

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