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[viscountess-aberowen]

I simply love this book so, so much 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

#book quotes #elizabeth wein #code name verity #cnv #cnv spoilers #historical fiction #wwii #veritiverse #julie beaufort stuart #maddie brodatt #lady craigie #viscountessaberowen

[yonemurishiroku]

Hiiiiiiii I expect you’ve answered a similar ask at some point, but have you got fic recs of Luke and Nico interacting?

Hi the anon of Jan 13th!! Actually no I haven't answered any similar ask lol anw if you're still there and your interest in Luke and Nico interacting hasn't gone away, I've finally crawled my way out of the grave to offer you some recs!!

I'm gonna be honest, you didn't include any of your preferences/dislike so I have to go in blind here lolol I'll try to put as many tags as possible for warnings, but please do mind the original work's tags too!! xD

revenge and fries by tillsunrise: Basically Luke trying to convince Nico to join his side. Mentions of Nico's unrequited crush. I do enjoy this btw bc Nico is a sassy traumatized little shit and Luke is just plain catharsis.

I Promise by TagTheScullion (ViscountessAberowen): Same take, another delight.

Switching Sides by Velthalion: Kinda the same take but with Nico and Bianca.

and the fierce reluctance of disastrous stars by nottesilhouette -> PLEASE READ THIS YOU WONT REGRET IT I PROMISE

(i don't care if heaven won't take me back) (Luke/Ethan) by Princessponies: I love this with everything in me. It's about Luke, Ethan and Nico finding their way back to CHB after Luke and Ethan leave the Titan's Army. It has all the things you can never find anywhere else: Luke treating Nico as a kid, eleven yrso Nico in Tartarus, humor, etc... it's fun and it's emotional. The only regret I hold is that this fic is most likely abandoned... so sad.

House of the Wicked (Jason/Nico) by SonofHades: This is actually a really huge fic... but anw Luke and Nico are kinda like cousins/close childhood friends (like. really close). It's kinda nice. Jason thought they were dating but actually, it was strictly platonic LOL.

Death's Call, Control by BlackKat2907 -> If you're gonna ask, I'm responsible for pushing Kat into the whole Luke and Nico thing.

Unwelcome by Awkward_Muffin -> CRYING

And this is really just my impulsiveness, but if there's any chance that you can read Luke/Nico (as in, the whatever kind this fandom would lynch me for), I do recommend Elyasa's (Spanish) work such as this one about Nico trying to save Luke from Kronos' taking over. Otherwise, feel free to skip and pretend I've never written these lines lol.

I do hope you'd enjoy my recs!! And please don't hesitate if you'd like more Nico and Luke content from me bc I'm always eager to dig up more about what fun these two could have brought lolol

#pjo #nico di angelo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #percy jackson and the olympians #fanfic talk again bc what’s new anw? #fic rec #luke castellan #good luke castellan #pjo fic rec #nico and luke #riordanverse #bianca di angelo #lukico #luke/nico

[tagthescullion]

In honour of the solangelo book being some sort of crackfic, if the screenshots and quotes are anything to go by, here’s my angsty, tragic, non-canon ending I wrote months ago, in case you wanted something a bit more dramatic ☺️☺️

#yes stars can die technically sue me #nico di angelo #will solace #pjo #riordanverse #solangelo #toa #pjo fic #mis fics #tagthescullion

[napo-con-fritas]

Fandom(s): Harry Potter

Rating: K+ (mild swearing)

Characters: Lily Evans & Remus Lupin

Summary: Lily Evans is indignant about the prospect of sharing a train ride with one of Potter and Black's sycophants, but her parents hit it off really well with the Lupins, and, deep down, she's rather curious about the quiet, yet generally amicable Remus Lupin (at least when he's not surrounded by his little gang).

#just lily and remus being friends #lily evans #lily potter #lily evans potter #remus lupin #marauders #marauders era #hp #harry potter #hp fic #harry potter fanfic #thefangirlsnewgroove

[viscountess-aberowen]

Ethel and Fitz, this is probably the most toxic ship I ship, but their chemistry was great

#ken follett #the century trilogy #fall of giants #ethel williams #earl fitzherbert #historical fiction #wwi #1910s #fanart #century trilogy #mis dibujos #viscountessaberowen

[viscountess-aberowen]

Turn of Fate

Fandom(s): Winter of the World, The Century Trilogy (Ken Follett)

Summary: '[Fitz] went to the door. "And it would not please me int he least if that great office of state were to be held by my Bolshevik!" With that he walked out.' Or: Fitz' impulsivity leads to even more regret.

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 533

AO3 link

No sooner had Fitz slammed the door behind him, the immensity of his mistake set on his mind like a weight. 

He’d always been unable to control that emotional impulsivity he’d so often criticised in others. After half a lifetime of blotching relationships on that account, he should have been able to at least repress the sudden urge to hurt those who cornered him into such situations. 

His first instinct had been to blame Ethel for shocking him in such a way, but the voice of his subconscious spoke over it: the truth was that the blame had always been on him. 

It was him who had cornered her into shoving their child –no longer a boy– in front of him at whatever opportunity she could find.

The boy had been the centre of his emotional unrest, if he was honest. Seeing a face so alike his own in appearance yet so foreign had all but transported him to that afternoon in Ty Wyn thirty-something years ago when he had selfishly –for there was no other way to think of it– thrown a pregnant and heartbroken Ethel out of his life. A choice he’d regretted on more than one occasion since.

He’d caught glimpses of the boy as he grew, with his mother working in the same set of buildings as he did, but he hadn’t been face-to-face with him since that fateful time he’d run into Ethel going down a staircase over two decades ago.

Boy had been with him that time, he recalled. The memory of his dead son did nothing to alleviate his inner turmoil.

What a tortuous turn of fate that the son he’d priorised had perished while the bastard he’d neglected had returned home a commemorated hero.

In spite of all reason, the idea that Lloyd Williams was alive and well filled him with joy. It was a shame that the boy would dedicate his life from now on to destroying Great Britain’s traditional values. Still, Fitz couldn’t find it in his heart to wish the boy ill.

An intrusive thought of turning back and apologising crossed his mind but Fitz vanished it immediately. Not wishing the boy dead was far from acknowledging any relation between them or even building a bridge of communication to the possibility of getting close to him, or Ethel for that matter. He was growing soft in his old age.

He felt let down with himself after the whole ordeal. He shouldn’t have been so harsh. If only Ethel hadn’t brought Boy up, or if she hadn’t alluded to the affection for her that he’d tried in vain to bury over the past thirty years, then perhaps Fitz would have reacted in a much more measured manner.

He shook his head, probably looking like a madman to anybody around him. 

He was done blaming others, he told himself. Yet his pride wouldn’t let him turn back.

He hoped, he really did, that someday perhaps, he’d be able to meet the boy –the man now– under better circumstances. But not yet. Not while he was mourning his firstborn. Not when so much as speaking to Lloyd felt like he was trying to replace Boy.

#the century trilogy #winter of the world #fall of giants #ken follett #earl fitzherbert #ethel williams #lloyd williams #historical fiction #wwii #viscountessaberowen #mis fics

[viscountess-aberowen]

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#about me #historical fiction #viscountessaberowen

[viscountess-aberowen]

-Lady Margaret Oxenford, Night Over Water

[“A bad influence,” she echoed bitterly. “Yes. He taught me to question dogma, to disbelieve lies, to hate ignorance and to despise hypocrisy. As a result, I’m hardly fit for civilized society.”]

#night over water #ken follett #lady margaret oxenford #book quotes #historical fiction #wwii #viscountessaberowen

[viscountess-aberowen]

Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

-Oscar Wilde

#found that quote in notes in my phone from like 2018?? #eh anyway oscar wild had his issues but this one is rather a cool line huh #oscar wilde #quotes #viscountessaberowen

[viscountess-aberowen]

Made her more judgy :)

#ken follett #fall of giants #century trilogy #princess bea #historical fiction #wwi #viscountessaberowen #mis dibujos

[viscountess-aberowen]

Arnau peque <3

#la catedral del mar #arnau estanyol #ildefonso falcones #the cathedral of the sea #es asi en ingles? #viscountessaberowen #mis dibujos

[viscountess-aberowen]

what would’ve happened if one of the bridgerton children had died as a child? would they have left the broken alphabet or would they adopted a child with the only condition that their name started with the needed letter?

#it’s 3 am i have important questions here #bridgerton #bridgerton netflix #viscountessaberowen #preguntontas

[viscountess-aberowen]

I was watching war horse and got distracted 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

#ken follett #century trilogy #fall of giants #historical fiction #wwi #billy williams #mis dibujos #viscountessaberowen

[viscountess-aberowen]

Nada puede hacer para que eso ocurra, pues los hilos del azar, los mecanismos raros de la vida y la muerte, los manejan crueles e imaginados dioses.

-Arturo Pérez-Reverte, El Italiano

#el italiano #arturo perez reverte #book quotes #wwii #historical fiction #viscountessaberowen

[tagthescullion]

Characters: Luke Castellan, Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Chiron, Thalia Grace (mentioned)

Rated: T

Summary: Luke felt the physical pull to run up-hill to help his closest friend fend off an army of monsters, but he’d promised her he’d prioritise protecting Annabeth above all else.

#i’ll copy paste it whenever i can use my computer again <3 #luke castellan #thalia grace #annabeth chase #grover underwood #chiron pjo #pjo #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #pjo fics #pjo fanfic #mis fics #tagthescullion

[tagthescullion]

Fandom(s): Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: T Summary: Luke's quest companion is dead. He's alone, defeated, and not too far from Los Angeles, where Thalia's estranged mother lives. Angry and hurt by Beryl's indifference towards her late daughter's fate, Luke might take justice into his own hands.

Based on this post by iamaweirdbeing!

Chapter 1: Rumors

Luke wiped his hands on his jeans, as best as he could. He doubted they’d look any better, his clothes were filthy. He tried to ignore the red stain on his shirt, but he felt hot tears form in his eyes anyway.

Derek’s death was on him, on him alone. It was Luke who had begged and insisted on going on a quest. It was Luke who had annoyed Chiron until he’d found him an errand to run. And it was Luke who had picked his companion. 

The bitterness he’d felt on the week they’d been out of Camp weighed on his conscience. Luke had left Half-Blood Hill throwing a yearning look at the tree that had once been the person closest to him. How he’d wished it was Thalia next to him, not brutish Derek, son of Ares.

But not unlike Luke himself, Derek had been rather desperate for a quest, and since he was –had been– quite the proficient fighter, Luke had seen no reason why not to pick him. They’d got along well enough, even if they hadn’t been particularly close friends.

Chiron had insisted on a third companion. ‘It’s bad luck going on pairs,’ he’d counselled. ‘Three is a lucky number in our world.’

Luke hadn’t listened. The only third companion he would trust enough was Annabeth, but he’d be damned if he’d let the 10-year-old girl risk her life unnecessarily. Besides, he’d been around with Thalia for years, only the two of them, Chiron was full of shit.

Except that he hadn’t been. Luke wasn’t sure he was ready to call it luck. They’d made mistakes, both of them. Luck had little to do with anything.

He found Derek’s necklace in his pocket. Luke had three summers, going on four. Derek had only been at Camp two years. 

He blinked the tears out of his eyes. He had to keep going. Being out and about was dangerous, specially since he was alone now. He’d have time to mourn Derek back at Camp.

He caught his reflection in a shop window. He looked awful, and his features made him look suspicious. Any mortal would think he was about to pickpocket them, and since that was exactly what Luke needed to do, it wouldn’t do to look the part.

His eyes focused on the red, angry scar running from his eye to his jaw. It didn’t hurt anymore, after all the ambrosia he’d eaten, but it still looked fresh. Luke wasn’t the vain type, he was aware that he was handsome, but it wasn’t something he took pride in. The scar, however, made him feel self-conscious. It made him look older and angrier, although perhaps it was only the way he felt after the whole ordeal.

He walked down the road, away from the San Francisco Bay. The neighbourhood became more residential, but eventually, Luke found a gas station. 

The dirty bathroom was a safe haven. The heat didn’t scorch his neck, and washing in the little sink made him feel much, much better. 

There was nothing to be done for his shirt so he changed into the extra one he’d packed –which was, admittedly, not very clean either, after having been used for a few days already–, and threw the stained cloth in the trash.

It felt therapeutic.

Once he was presentable, or as good as he’d get, he left the washroom. 

His stomach groaned loudly. Luke still had a few dollars somewhere, he was sure. 

He walked up the counter, trying to find some snack that cost less than $2.75, as he rummaged through his bag for extra change.

The woman at the till gave him a worried look. Luke thought for a second she’d realized he was carrying a sword, and cursed the Mist for failing him so randomly, but then he saw her eyes trace his scar. He turned his face away from her, pretending to be absorbed by a newsstand that had a bunch of magazines and papers. One actually caught Luke’s eye.

‘Beryl Grace’s new sweetheart, when will enough be enough?’ It read in big white letters over a photo of a blonde woman holding onto an older, bald man’s arm.

Luke bought a Sneakers bar and a soda, and slipped the magazine into his bag as the cashier was looking the other way.

He didn’t sit down to eat. Instead, he left the gas station and found a park not too far to rest.

The grass was cool under the shadow of a tree, and the tree’s roots made a relatively comfortable sitting spot. 

Luke devoured the candy bar so fast he barely tasted it. Washed down with some Coke, his stomach felt a little bit more at ease. 

He pulled out the magazine, flipping pages until he found the article on Beryl Grace. 

Apparently, she’d had a string of unlikely affairs in the past couple of years: a young entrepreneur, a plastic surgeon, a rising actor… She’d been caught with this new paramour, a vintage car collector, while the actor boyfriend was off filming in Europe.

Luke scoffed. Having her heart broken by the King of the Olympus hadn’t made Beryl Grace any wiser. If anything, she seemed to be trying to best her daughter’s father in the Most Affairs in a Year category.

Thalia used to say her mother had no heart.

‘If you don’t have a heart, how can it be broken?’ She’d said once they’d been speaking about their parents. 

She’d also mentioned her mother hadn’t cared when she’d left. Beryl hadn’t reported her missing child to the police, Thalia’s old babysitter had. Whatever excuse Beryl had used to put off the cops seemed to have worked, because they stopped looking after a short while.

On the run, Thalia and Luke had seen a few articles about Beryl. It was inevitable, she’d been a big face on tv, with her gossip programmes, and always fucking shit up. 

Thalia pretended not to care, but Luke knew she was lying. Against all reason, Thalia felt bad about her mother’s horrible life choices, and still wanted her to get well.

At the time, Luke had rolled his eyes at her disingenuously clinging to the idea that her mother could ever care. He’d been truly convinced that he held no regard for either of his parents. None whatsoever.

As he grew up, he’d realized that wasn’t strictly true. After being out of constant danger for a while, he’d stopped feeling sorry for himself and that had allowed the space in his mind to feel sorry for other people. Specifically, his mother. 

Luke winced as he thought about May Castellan’s pathetic, broken figure, forever alone waiting for a god who had abandoned her, and for a son she had never been able to raise.

He caught Beryl’s face on the magazine and sighed. Looking at her carefully, Luke could see the apathetic dull in her eyes.

Did Beryl know Thalia was dead? He doubted it. Chiron didn’t know who her mother had been, hell, he didn’t know her surname. The only people who could tell Beryl were Luke, Annabeth, or Zeus himself. 

The Lord of the Sky didn’t seem like the kind of guy who went back to his children’s parents, specially not to tell them delicate news. For a split of a second Luke was tempted to wait until Annabeth was older, so she’d accompany him to break the news to Miss Grace. But he immediately put the thought out of his mind. Annabeth was only a girl, she shouldn’t have such a weight on her shoulders. Besides, it was Luke who’d travelled with Thalia the longest, and who’d left her to delay the monsters on Half-Blood Hill all those years ago. It was his job to tell Beryl he’d failed to protect her daughter. 

It was a slight consolation that Beryl wouldn’t have any real basis to blame the whole ordeal on Luke. It had been her who had mistreated Thalia for years before the girl had had enough. Beryl had been violent, irresponsible, and rather dangerous at times, if Thalia’s memories were anything to go by. 

If Luke had failed Thalia in a moment’s decision, Beryl had failed her a whole childhood worth of time. 

The thought made him angry. While his own mother hadn’t provided a proper environment for a child to grow up in, Luke had to admit it was partially not her fault, whereas Beryl’s inability to parent Thalia had been her choice, and hers alone. 

Luke pondered on how to get to LA for a while. He could go back to Camp, explain the situation to Chiron and—

No. Chiron would try to convince Luke that it was too dangerous. He’d IM Beryl, it wasn’t enough. Luke wanted to see her face when she found out. To witness whether the woman still held a single thread of decency in her to feel pain for her lost child. 

He decided he’d go now. San Francisco wasn’t too far from LA. Or not far next to his return to the East Coast. A bus journey, that was all. 

The address wouldn’t be an issue, he doubted Beryl had moved in all the time Thalia had been gone. And Thalia had reluctantly shared the address once they’d been talking about the hypothetical case they were found by the police and returned to their respective homes, so they’d be able to find each other again.

There was one detail, though. Before trying to stowaway on a bus, Luke had to find a way to look and smell presentable. It wouldn’t do trying to convince the ticket seller that he was a passenger if he smelled like acrid teenage sweat and looked like he hadn’t slept in a week. 

There was little he could do about his fatigue, but a change of clothes would be easy to get in this fancy neighbourhood. 

Houses were detached, and their yards big enough that getting into one of them without being seen was ridiculously simple. Luke only had to wait until the sun started to set. 

#the enemy of my enemy #luke castellan #beryl grace #hera pjo #chiron pjo #thalia grace #annabeth chase #pjo #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #mis fics #tagthescullion