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hermesmyplatonicbeloved · 3 months

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Cyclops Are Valuable and Highly Skilled Workers in PJO

Something I find really interesting is how in SoM it's said that "Cyclops are mistakes," and that seems to be the tone the fandom takes, but then nearly everything we hear of cyclops in every book/series says differently?

Of course there's outliers like Polyphemus and the cyclops Annabeth stabbed as a 6-7 year old but those are the exceptions. The majority of cyclops that are mentioned/seen aren't like that.

In tlt, Chiron says that Zeus thinks Poseidon stole his lightning bolt so Poseidon could have his cyclops study and make copies of it. Which means that his cyclops are highly competent weaponsmiths.

In SoM, Tyson works with Beckendorf and the Hephaestus kids and learns how to make magical objects. By the end of the book, Tyson makes a magical shield for Percy, which reveals so many of his talents: 1. Tyson is an artist (the shield was covered in scenes of their adventures from that summer), 2. Tyson went from fumbling with small objects to making an intricate shield in the space of 2 months. Which means that Tyson (and possibly all cyclops) have the ability to learn/pick up on skills very quickly with high degrees of proficiency. 3. Not to mention all the work that went into the mechanics of making the watch and the shield.

In SoM, Tyson was able to tell that Clarisse's warship's engine was failing, and was able to fix it, long enough for it to hold together for a few more minutes. And this was with little to no education in ship engines. So just as Percy has instinctive power over old fashioned wooden ships, Tyson has power over modern engineered ship engines.

In tlo, Poseidon's army of cyclops fought alongside him and the other Olympians against Typhon, demonstrating that not only are they decent warriors/soldiers but they are literally the best. They're good enough to fight alongside Olympian gods, including Zeus. In tlo, Zeus makes Tyson a general of Olympus's armies. So 1. Cyclops can hold positions of authority not only in Poseidon's kingdom but also Zeus's. And 2. Olympus also has an army of cyclops (I'm assuming that Tyson is a general over an army of cyclops and not an army of lesser immortals/nymphs/satyrs/minor gods).

In tlo, Tyson and his cyclops friends are the ones building most of the minor gods cabins. Which shows that they're construction workers and civil engineers. Possibly architects too - aside from Nico's cabin it's unclear who designed the other cabins.

In HoO, Gaea has an army of cyclops, one that marched towards camp jupiter. Idk if they're Poseidon's cyclops - and I highly doubt they are because the gods including Poseidon were against Gaea, and most of Poseidon's cyclops live with him in Atlantis - and also because according to Greek myths Gaea and Ouranus also had a few cyclops kids. Gaea was using her own cyclops kids here. Either way, the fact that they're part of an army, one that responded to their mother/grand-mother etc. call shows that they're competent soldiers, at the very least.

In Cotg, Percy sees many cyclops building Poseidon's summer villa. So their abilities include construction and civil engineering as well.

So in conclusion, cyclops are hella talented. They're highly proficient in weapon making, magical weapons making, they have unnaturally good abilities to pick up on new skills, they're elite fighters, hold positions of authority in multiple kingdoms, construction workers and civil engineers.

They're literally trades people. And in our society, tradesmen (and women) literally hold our houses together. They're essential workers. Society would fall apart without them. You wouldn't have a house, or plumbing or electrical systems or a furnace or AC without tradesmen.

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punkeropercyjackson · 28 days

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It blows my mind that there's actually a pretty large section of Pjo fans who think Percy should've become a unbeatable powerful ass fuck off deity with a harem because 'it's in his blood as the son of Poseidon' and 'he wasted his powers and inheretance by choosing kindness and his normal friends instead of highups' like damn calm down Lord Ozai,you're talking about an afrolatino who grew up in New York and is probably transfem with undiagnosed autism not a back in the good 'ol days testosterone fulled nepotism baby

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withlovefromolympus · 9 months

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Demeter: so you’re going out with hera?

Zeus: yeah

Hestia: If you hurt her, we will not hesitate to staple dead birds to your car

#queued post #demeter #hestia #hera protection squad #Zeus #incorrect quotes #greek mythology #greek gods #incorrect greek gods #incorrect greek mythology #mythology #greek myth memes #classical mythology

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honeyandthmoon · 3 months

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ranting about wonder woman's daughter (spoilers ahead)

I gave tom king the benefit of the doubt so many times and i liked some of his most controversial stories... i have lots of his books in my shelf, but that's just insane to me, wonder woman is my favorite one, this is just garbage.

retconning the contest/trial just to have diana punch her mother? to have lizzie punch diana?

it still sucks for me that his idea was to create the sovereign, a "joker/lex luthor" type of menace as if she doesn't already had villains powerfull enough to give her a hard time. it still sucks that he decided to give diana a daughter even if fury still exists (somewhere in the multiverse). and it's not her first child in recent years too! who remembers that one justice league story from a few years ago when they gave her a son that she supposedly abandoned because he was a boy? oh in the same storyline where hyppolita became a mindless monster (also called the sovereign!). that's just recycling of bad ideas. but he probably didn't even knew about that. probably just a bad coincidence. and that's me again giving him the benefit of the doubt.

it still sucks that lizzie is not her biological daughter. it still sucks that she's called wonder woman's daughter when diana herself doesn't see herself as a mother. it still sucks that she's called wonder woman's daughter when diana didn't even raise her? what is up with those weird stories of jon and damian raising her? wonder robin? a mural of batman and superman in themyscira? with batman front and center? IN THEMYSCIRA???

if she's not her biological daughter and was saved by diana and trained as an amazon, what differs her from donna? and why aren't donna and cassie part of her upbringing? why are the supersons responsible for this child?

what's the point of giving diana a daughter if you strip her of every aspect of motherhood?

I defended g willow wilson against people online who hated her run, i thought she was so great, even if she didnt knew much about her at the beginning but she at least was able to reconcile diana and veronica (sort of) and bring her back to themyscira, continue previous plots from the rucka's run and bring ares back (bonus point for putting steve always shirtless and in need of saving)

i was even one of the few that actually enjoyed becky cloonan and michael's run. the stories sure could've been better planned but they got the spirit, build a strong wonderfam in activity and set the ground for a more modern structure of amazons in this new context. they gave me etta and diana acting truly as friends, they gave me three founding mothers for themyscira, they gave me doctor psycho stories (he is really fun to read).

I defended james robinson (!), he at least knew diana was strong enough and had her defeat darkseid and free the gods by herself

i've been reading wonder woman for years. i still have some runs i hadn't had the chance to read fully but basically everything in the past 20 years + perez era formed my love for this character. i hate how out of character she is right now. they should bring back that one rule if you wouldn't do this to batman or superman you shouldn't do it to wonder woman, that's truly disappointing.

#wonder woman #trinity #elizabeth marston prince #lizzie prince #diana of themyscira #tom king #i'm just so done with that #what's left of wonder woman media for us? the suicide squad game where they're still yapping about daddy zeus?#no animated movie. no secondary ongoing. no animated series. almost three years without any news about her solo game. no movie announced.#NO NOTHING #and she is supposedly one of the big 3

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eye-cri · 11 months

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Willem: "It is pride month Liz. You know what that means."

Liz: "huh, what.."

Liz: "Do you want us to teach like."

Liz: "Gay spells."

Liz: "what?"

Willem:*mischievous smirk*

#okay out of the prefect squad zeus speaks more in this style but #liz is the mc saurrrr..#liz hart #willem v. rembrandt #wizardess heart #shall we date

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localrobotlover · 9 months

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Idk these just felt like they could be memed to death

#miniforce #pascal #zeus #Main Miniforce squad

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padfoot-lupin77 · 1 year

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“Why does Hera kill so many people” actually I think she should kill more. In fact, I think she should even kill Zeus, or at least throw him into Tartarus if the first isn’t possible.

#greek mythology #hera #like you’re telling me Zeus has cheated on her with every woman in ancient Greece #and you call her jealous????#excuse moi while I join the Hera defense squad #NO I HAVENT FINISHED PJO YET AND IM SCARED SHES GOING TO BE A VILLAIN #okay that’s enough byeeee

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askthesqueaks · 2 years

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Daroach: If I'm really as evil as you say I am, then have the gods strike me down where I stand. *Lightning strikes Daroach*

Daroach: Ha! Nice try, jackass! Next time, give it your A-game!

#Kirby #daroach #kirby squeak squad #kirby star allies #incorrect quotes #Daroach really said:#ZEUS YOU DON'T HAVE THE BALLS

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probablygayattorneys · 2 years

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I spent a lot of time puzzled over the name Metis and why they would choose that, because it sounded familiar but I couldn’t quite place it and when I googled it, it just told me about the Métis, an indigenous group of people in North America, but then I was all snuggled up and reading one of my books about Greek mythology and it hit me like a speeding train and I’ve rarely felt so idiotic.

#ace attorney: dual destines #metis cykes #Athena Cykes #Metis is Athena’s mother in Greek mythology #Zeus ate her when she told him she was pregnant #but Athena is a fighter so she staged a jail break to get out #but yeah I had forgotten that was her name #but OF COURSE it is #if I was named Metis I would also name my daughter Athena #queue takumi defense squad

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vinethreaded · 3 months

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I need kleia & sally to be friends and be in frequent contact thnx

#they're the mom squad now i dont make the rules #* 90% of ancient greek problems is zeus' dick ( ooc )

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thehopesquadhq · 8 months

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Zak Miller:

Zak Miller (a.k.a Thunder Boy) is not only a demigod, but also a descendant of a long family of treasure hunters. His family collected magical artifacts all over the world, to keep them safe from the wrong hands.

That’s how his mom went to Greece and met a nice guy… that ended up being Zeus.

Summing up what happened, she got pregnant, then died, and Zak was raised by his grandfather on the small town of Hopevalley on the United States (place where his family has lived for generations).

Recently, his grandfather has died by the hands of the scientists of the lab, and Zak started to live alone ever since…

That’s it, until Harry and the rest came.

Now, Zak wants to take care of his new family, and to make sure that no one else gets hurt by this organization again.

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Second Hope Squad Member is here, people! I inspired myself on the jock stereotype to create him, but, that’s just his outer layers.

Deep down, he is just a sweet boy who wants to keep his loved ones safe.

And, unlucky what’s expected, he is not popular at all! He was bullied for a long time, to be more specific.

Besides sports, and fighting the bad guys, Zak also likes cooking and playing with his cat, Mr. Moonlight.

He and Harry are basically brothers, and, even if they argue a lot, Zak is his right-hand man, and the one who is the most loyal.

If Harry says that the group needs to jump on a Volcano, he will be the first one on the line.

He has super-strength, and Electrokinetic (Zeus’s son, after all).

To find out more about him, you will have to follow the story.

#original character #original characters #oc #demigod #zeus child #character design #character sheet #greek mythology #dc comics #the adventures of the hope squad

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oneshotnewbie · 6 months

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Could you write a one shot where there is a really bad storm hitting Seattle. Maya and Carina are stuck at the hospital and the fire station, and are trying but unsuccessful at reaching Reader. So they are both worried out of their minds. Then Maya has to go out on a call and find it was R who wrecked their car trying to get home before the storm hit. (Could be severe or non-severe injuries) R goes to the hospital with Maya in the aid car and Carina joins them in the ER.

Authors note: I heard the song "What the water gave me - Florence + The Machine" while writing this story. I would advise you to listen to the song as well while reading through this story to get the feel of a real Station 19 rescue mission like in the series. Of course it's not a must! ♥

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The sky over Seattle steadily darkened as pitch-black thunderclouds rolled in like a tidal wave. The wind began to howl as if playing its own somber tune, rushing restlessly through the skyscrapers of the city. Streets were quickly emptied as people rushed home for shelter. The trees bent under the force of the storm as if begging for mercy, but the storm was relentless. It thundered as if Zeus himself wanted to keep the crowds in their place while the rain fell in thick, large drops and threatened to drown Seattle. The sound of the wind, the falling of the rain and the thunder symphoned in a unique melody and conveyed a frightening atmosphere.

The telephones of the active fire brigade beeped in unison, a warning of the approaching storm that came in way too late. The tough captain of the fire department swallowed hard as she could not reach you, who worked just a few minutes away from her. But you did not answer, the connection was already disrupted, appearing to be off. "She wanted to be here fifteen minutes ago, Carina," both her and the brunette's worries grew with every minute through the phone as they imagined the worst possible scenarios without having any sign of life from you.

"Calm down, Bambina. There is probably total chaos on the streets. Fallen trees, flooding. Maybe she is just stuck in a traffic jam or an emergency came in."

The fire station was flooded with red alarm lights, while the walls shook from violent gusts of wind, preventing the young blonde from speaking further. Raindrops pelted against the roller shutter door, which opened more with every second, allowing the lightning strikes to break through their vision. -Fire engines 19 and 23. Ambulance 19 to Cedar Road Lane 6. Car struck by tree, person seriously injured and trapped.-

The firefighters rushed around, donning their suits and gear before grabbing their helmets. Like-minded, they rushed to the waiting vehicles, only Maya stopped briefly. „Please let me know if you hear anything from her. Stai attenta, bambina!" (Be careful, bambina!). She nodded, knowing that Carina could not see the gesture and hung up before hopping into the squad cars and starting the sirens. Pressing the accelerator, they raced through the whirlwind around them, trying to avoid the tree branches as much as possible.

Lightning flashed across the dangerous-looking sky, and thunder rolled at the same time like an angry demon. Maya clung to the steering wheel as she tried to keep her eyes on the wet, blurry road. They made their way through the flooded streets, branches flying through the air and trash cans tipping over and spilling across the sidewalk.

It was as if the world around her was collapsing in a chaotic dance of wind and water. "Listen guys, I know you want to help the person in the car, but first and foremost, think about your health and your life," the storm roared so loudly that it seemed like it wanted to tear the entire city apart and hardly anyone understood what the captain was saying over the radio. "This is one of the worst storms in years, a state of emergency has been declared and normally no one should be on the roads, so it is a mystery to me why anyone would be so dumb to be driving,"

Her team was clearly tense, the radios crackling in their ears, but they nodded to the captain as confirmation that they had understood the message. Maya did not want to lose any man or woman in her group to the storm. "We are approaching the scene of the accident. Be ready for anything, people. We can do this!" she said calmly and encouragingly while the fire engine´s sirens blared through the dark night.

When the team from Station 19 arrived at the scene of the accident, they were confronted with a dark and serious scene. The car is crammed in by a huge tree and is badly deformed, the hood of which is completely smashed and dented while some branches have pierced through the windshield and turned the interior of the vehicle into a field of rubble.

The fire team jumped out of the emergency vehicles and fought through the wind and rain to reach the car. But the captain remains rooted to the spot in front of the stern of the wreck, looking absentmindedly at the license plate, which was hanging askew. "Y/n.. IT IS Y/N!" she shouted unhindered amid the raging and deafening thunder and her team stopped their tasks in shock, Andy and Gibson focusing their gaze from the thick tree over to the woman in the driver's seat, who Warren was already trying to find vital signs on.

Maya lunged forward, her heart pounding with worry. Her helmet was almost blown away by the wind as she stepped closer, the flashlight shaking in her hand as she shone the light through the shattered window. Her heart seemed to skip a beat as she recognized the familiar features amid the devastation. She was confirmed that she did not have a number twist on the license plate, but that it really was you. Seriously injured and trapped in the car. “Y/n!” she cried, her voice filled with a terror she had never known before. Maya knew she had to stay calm now, that she had to be the professional captain, but her heart was screaming with fear and worry.

The other members of the fire department worked quickly and precisely. "Dean, Montgomery. Grab the hydraulic cutters! We need to get her out of here as quickly as possible. Her vital signs are at risk of plummeting!" shouted Warren. They used cutting tools to fight against the metal of the car on the passenger side and the resistance of the tree while Maya knelt next to the wreckage and held your hand, which was probably thrown out of the broken window after the impact and was now lying on the scratched paint of the outer door. "It looks bad in there! Be careful not to hurt her any further, approach carefully!"

Your eyes were dazed with pain and fear, but you were breathing, albeit weakly. Hearing her voice, you seemed to find some peace for a moment, your dull eyes glued to hers. Desperately wanting to say something, you opened your mouth from which blood began to ooze, but your crushed and injured lungs did not even let in air.

"Hold on, darling. Do not say anything, I am here. We will get you out of there, I promise." The blonde whispered, her voice firm to reassure you even as her own thoughts were caught in a chaos of worry and despair. The minutes stretched endlessly as her team struggled to bend the metal and free their captain's fiancée. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the metal gave way. Using their combined strength, Vic and Warren pulled you from the wreckage, carefully, yet as quickly as possible. As soon as they freed you, they carried you to the ambulance. Maya followed them, never taking her eyes off you. Your condition was serious, but you were still clinging to life. "Carina is coming. She is going to be at the hospital, she will be by your side the second you get there. But you have to fight now, okay? Fight for us."

The rain continued to beat down on you, the storm was still raging, but in the midst of this darkness and chaos there was a glimmer of hope- you were saved, and she would do anything now to help you fight through this storm. But it was hard to keep positive thoughts as the storm continued to sing its destructive song. She closed her eyes tightly as she rode in the ambulance and prayed, with your bloodstained hand in hers, that the next morning would bring a certain light to your health.

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neoarchipelago · 11 months

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Switching it up from the last ask, what if the 141 were gods and the reader was human?

Greek gods: Price: Zeus, Ghost: Hades/Ares, Soap: Posiden, Gaz: Hermes, Konig: Hephaestus, etc

Norse Gods: Price: Odin, Ghost: Thor, Soap: Loki of course lol, Gaz: Meili, Konig: Jotunn, etc

If you don't know a ton about these Gods it's okay, you don't have to do this one lol

This was such a good idea!!! (I chose the Greek gods even though I still suck at it, the thought of Ghost being Hades won me over.) Also I feel like i completely got carried away with the NSFW part... I hope you like this my love

Task 141!Greek gods x F!Reader

The gods themselves. The pantheon. It has been a long while they had decided to walk down from their pearly little castle. They had decided to mingle amongst the humans, now free from having to look after them. Unfortunately, chaos and wars are something they were used to so of course taking part of military activities seemed to be the best thing to do.

Squad 141 had quickly become one of the best squads there could be. Of course, how could it not when gods themselves were part of it? Of course, they enjoyed themselves, being able to fulfill their cravings while living the normal 'human' life.

Until you arrived. It was unexpected. Not the first time of course, they had already added some humans to the squad for short periods of time but you. Oh sweet you. They had been confused by your sweet cheerfulness. The way you skipped through the dorms. Poseidon... Hum... Soap, above all, had found someone he enjoyed playing around the base with. Gaz himself enjoyed your company, and even Hades ... Usually so gloomy found himself almost smiling in your presence.

Of course, Price kept reminding everyone that this... This should not be happening. Not at all. Bringing you on missions with gods was an absolute awful idea. They had to cut ties and quick. They'd find something to complain about on the first mission, making sure you get removed from the force.

Unfortunately, nothing had gone as planned. You had found yourself in an extremely dangerous situation, to protect them. Fury had taken the gods, as blood and wails were the only things on the battlefield as they carried you to safety.

From that point onward, you never left their side again. They decided that you'd be their little pet, little adorable human they'd keep close to them.

Price enjoyed above all discussing with you. You were such a witty and smart person that he simply enjoyed siting with a cup of tea or coffee and talk with you about anything.

Soap had found a partner in crime to play pranks around the base, showing you his explosives.

Gaz him, often took you out to shop with him, you had become gossip and shopping buddies. Which you obviously enjoyed, merely to spend time with him.

Ghost... Ghost was a silent man. But he enjoyed listening to your read, even if you were completely unaware of it. He was the most protective of the group, always keeping an eye on you, keeping recruits or other high ranks away from you.

Konig always found a way to bring you little gifts. Little jewelry he made or even knifes. You beamed everytime, blushing and he enjoyed it. You always praised him on his amazing handcrafting, making proud.

Things changed a bit on one of the many missions. You were fighting off a soldier who had ran behind you, cornering you. It was a sticky situation and Ghost had found you pretty quickly. Unfortunately, a knife thrown your way had let it slip. A glimpse of his true self, your wide eyed stare only comforting him in the idea that yes, you did saw it.

The way home was silent, and he tried to avoid you. You didn't seem scared but mostly confused. It took a few days for the boys to sit you down and tell you the truth. You had been very curious much everyone's relief. You had felt like the safest human on earth.

NSFW poly!141 x f!Reader

It had started in a Blur. A pretty dress as you had announced you had a date to attend. The room had turned colder than it seemed. Rainy clouds in the sky. You had sighed, scolding the boys for being so over protective.

You had skipped your way out the door under the tension of the gods's gazes. Price and Ghost had remained home with Konig while soap and gaz walked ou to get some air. In reality they had followed you around, keeping a close eye on you and making sure to stop any attempt the recruit had towards you.

They wouldn't say it out loud. Any of them. But the thought of some random idiot having the privilege to own you... To kiss and lick that pretty little cunt was unbearable to them.

When you had walked back home, annoyed and irritated by the boy you had met, the gods could barely hide their happy moods.

During one of your movie nights, when you had cuddle a bit too close to price, head resting on his chest as you dozed off, short a bit too short on your thighs. Wandering eyes and huffed breaths. You had seemed to drift into some kind of curious dream, little moans and whines escaping you parted lips. Your body reacting to slight touches Price gave you, little trails of his fingers along your arms or your back, soft squeezes of your delicious thighs making you whimper.

They wouldn't dare to go further. Not without your consent. The gods looked at each other, way too aware of the reaction you were causing to them.

"We have to play nice. No wars my brothers." Price had reminded.

"There's no need for wars. We all want the same thing. Same goal." Gaz had answered.

"To take care of her." Konig added.

"Make her. Ours." Soap grinned.

After that night, you had felt them change around you. You could sometimes feel their hungry gaze but you weren't sure. Little touches and featherlight kisses on the cheek. You weren't sure of what you were feeling. The affection you had for them was obvious but the more they acted like this towards you the more your feelings grew into something twisted. Could it be love? It was surely lust...

A little booze had given that little push the group needed. A poker night, game night with gods. The burning liquor in your throat gave you too much determination. It untied tongues, held back too long. Soap was the first. The blush on your cheeks too irresistible. Of course always under the supervised gaze of the rest of the task force. He had carressed your cheek as you leaned into his touch, feeling the heat rise.

"So cute darling. You look hot" he had grinned, proud of his pun.

You had giggled, now their hungry looks were perfectly visible. Of course you were blushing. The room itself was too warm. You had discovered a new voice to yourself, as you had teased them.

"You all look like you want to pounce on me..."

The silence after that was deafening. Only their eyes burned into you.

"you... Do?" You questioned, bewildered.

Curses were heard under mumbled and hissed breaths.

"listen darling." Price had started getting closer to you. "We do not want to scare you. We mean no harm at all."

"we simply feel... Very... Attracted to you." Gaz whispered close to your ear. How did he get so close...?

"we... Want to worship you my dear..." Konig's lips on your ankle made you shiver.

"but only. If you wish for us to do so." A firm hand wrapped around your neck from behind, a strong chest pressing again your back the familiar scent of hades.

"me..? For... All of you? Isn't that... Odd?" You had questionned, the obvious wetness in between your legs betraying you.

"if one thing is sure, you are worth sharing. As we share mutual feelings towards you." Price explained.

"we want to make you ours, protect you, make you feel... Adored." Soap grinned against the skin of your shoulder.

"say no... And we'll stop..." Konig warned, teeth grazing at the soft skin of your leg.

"say stop. And we'll walk away and never try to have you again. It won't change a thing to us" Gaz explained, kissing your knuckles softly.

"Or give in. Be ours for eternity. And we'll make you burn for us..." Ghost whispered into the back of your neck.

You closed your eyes, their breaths and hands were overwhelming but oh so good. Did you? Would you? You wanted to.

One nod and it was all it took. All it took to lead to this situation. As you sat in Soap's lap, his cock buried inside you as the men watched closely, listening to your every moan. He had laid you down, as you felt the strong chest of Konig behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, softly caressing their way to your chest.

Lips and kisses made the room feel like some secret sinful place. Each had marked a different place on your body, you'd be covered in hickeys by morning. They were sweet, careful.

"You alright little dove? Tell me, can you handle more?" Gaz whispered in your ear as the men stood to attention, waiting to hear your answered. You a mewled a little yes, the men thrilled to please you more. Price and Ghost had been the limit for you. Your first time with them had been crushed by the intensity of your orgasm as price pumped himself in and out, feeling you clench around him as sweet nothings pooled from his lips.

You had needed a second to breath, and the men gladly did so, kissing you softly one by one before kissing your body. Ghost did not seem annoyed or angry to see tired and probably not able to take more, he was willing to leave it at that, seeing you fucked out and hazed making him way too happy. He'd have you another time for sure.

But you had wanted to. You had given him puppy eyes, kissing him deeply, straddling his lap. He was big. Not as big as Konig, but he was thick. His cock might split you open. He had tangled his fingers in your hair making you look at him.

"We don't have to. You're exhausted. I can feel your nervousness darling... Do not force yourself."

"I'm not... I want this... I do... Will you walk me through it... Gently?" You had asked in a little whine.

He had cursed under his breath, helping you sink slowly unto his cock, the feeling bringing out a glimpse of something darker, belonging in the underworld.you had felt the boys step closer, praises and kisses to your back.

"You're taking him so well" Soap whispered.

"you're doing so good my love" Gaz cooed.

"Such a good girl" Price praised against your ear.

You bounced up and down on his lap, the overstimulation and sensitiveness making you loose focus and your ability to speak. Only your moans and whines filled the room alongside their words.

They had started storming themselves again, the sight of you, completely fucked out and dumbified by their cocks and the several orgasm you had gone through making it simply impossible not to get hard again.

You his your face in Ghost neck, tears filling your eyes, falling down your cheeks as you felt yourself completely crumble. He hushed you, helping you bounce faster on his length, feeling you clench around him.

"f-fuck..." He groaned.

You were so close, tipping off the edge when he kissed you, tongue battling to muffle something almost pornographic. You only separated when he felt you shiver, that tightness on your pretty pussy around him making aware of how close your were.

"go on my love. Cum for me... Cum again for us..." He praised, hitting a sweet post deep inside you.

You came, vision blurry, fading to black as your hearing left you as well, the sound of stranded moans and grunts, only telling you that they had found their own release.

The next morning your awoke in the middle of soft pillows and blankets, the men sleeping all around you as you blushed heavily at the memory of last night. But you felt happy and proud and God... Were you lucky.

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peggy-sue-reads-a-book · 10 months

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Send it, Muse, of big brain Odysseus, who took mad Ws, after he wriggidy-wrecked Troy’s secret citadel. Right did he swipe for many honies, and legit was his cred, yet bad were the vibes he suffered on the wide sea, and real was the struggle for his own life and the homecoming of the squad. Even so, he could not save his boat bois, ass tho he busted; they were srsly fucked by their own clowning, fools, who snatched the oxen of sunboi Helios, ye tho Odysseus told them to take several seats bc those cows were hella sus. Thus was canceled the day of their homecoming. O goddess, fam of Zeus, share the tea.

*I uhhh. I made another one*

#tagamemnon #greek mythology #classical literature #for gen z #Odysseus #the odyssey #homer’s odyssey

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Plaything (141xReader)

Pairing: (implied) Reader x Ghost x Soap x Price x Gaz Rated: Mature Word count: 2.7k Summary: Rain and Soap have been kidnapped. Note: In the same universe as my "Rain or Shine" fic, I recommend you read part 3 to understand this chapter. Reader callsign is "Rain", she's bi and autistic (I am autistic myself).

Content: angst, hurt/comfort, kidnapping, implied torture, threat of sexual assault, overall canon typical violence, but with a happy ending (kinda)

MASTERLIST // PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // <> // PART 5

Soap hears her before he can see her - Don’t touch me she screams, and the fury in her tone has his heart racing. They drag her into the room where he is detained. His hands tightly bound behind his back and to the metal chair he sits on. The zip ties are cutting into his skin, the metal too hard and cold under his thighs. No chance to rip them off discreetly with all those men watching him. But he stops caring about his own discomfort the second she appears.

Despite the heavy tac gear on her body, she looks cruelly small against the giant holding her. Her hair is in her face, and there is a smear of blood on her cheek, but she’s trashing and screaming with so much vigor John is somewhat relieved. She’s alive and kicking .

“My oh my, what do we have here, mmh? That’s an interesting new addition to your squad MacTavish.” The man next to the giant croons. “She wasn’t there the last time we met. Or maybe you’ve been hiding her all along?” He walks slowly, towering over Rain. “Wouldn’t blame you, such a pretty thing, you have to be careful who you show it to...” he taunts.

Soap knows him - codename Zeus, what a pretentious asshole - he’s the head of this mercenary unit they had to team up with once. But since they sell their fire power to the highest bidder, don’t really have any allegiance, it was only a matter of time before they met again in a less friendly situation. They had rat him out of the safehouse he was sharing with Rain. No clue how they got the intel. Or why they captured him. He had prayed Rain would be able to escape, but it appears she was caught as well. Soap just really hopes the rest of the squad will figure something out, and quickly.

“So what is she?” Zeus goes on, evil mirth in his voice.

“Sniper?” one of the other rogue soldiers tries. Zeus laughs.

“Nah. She had fucking glasses on when we caught her.” He looks at Johnny with a smirk, then at her. “Maybe you’re their nurse? Oh wait I know, you’re their cook, right?” he asks, feigning honesty, and his men chuckle. Soap wants to kill them all, break their teeth and stop them from laughing ever again.

Zeus extends his hand, catches Rain’s chin between his gloved fingers, forces her head up. “Or maybe you’re their plaything? The squad little whore?” Rain’s eyes widen in anger and shock, she snaps her head to the side trying to escape her captor’s grip.

The words of Zeus awaken Soap’s memory. Invoke flashes of what happened in Siberia. Unexpected guilt settles in his guts with an icy feeling. “Plaything” - she wasn’t their plaything , she was the one initiating whatever it was , she was more than willing. They only wanted to make her feel good.

Johnny doesn’t understand why he suddenly feels guilty because of this. The implications of what Zeus is suggesting - he hates them, they’re nonsensical, but still he feels attacked even if it's ridiculous. He can only imagine what it does to Rain’s spirit.

“Or maybe you’re their plaything? The squad little whore?”The words of their captor echoes in her head. How does he know? It’s not rational but for a split second she panics. She panics because maybe - maybe - there is the tiniest chance someone knows? Someone else beside the 141? It makes absolutely no sense, and she should not care at all, but since the second she’s been captured, she feels her mind unraveling.

She tries her best to keep it together - damn it , she followed the freaking training, she’s supposed to know what to do, she’s supposed to have her emotions in check. Truth is no training can prepare you for the feeling of helplessness slithering along every inch of her body, seizing her lungs, filling her throat full with a cloying fear.

Zeus and his men are hitting low, she’s easy target. Pointing at her womanhood and making it demeaning, citing all the adjacent prejudices they can think of. No better than stupid mean boys from high school. It should not dig at her confidence like this. She knows her skills, out of and on the battlefield. She knows her team respects that - respects her . Loves her, even. But still, she doesn’t feel so well, it’s too much happening too fast. Bile rises behind her teeth.

“Am I hitting a sore spot, sweetheart ?” Zeus laughs at her, forcefully cups her check, in a mockery of care. He turns to Soap “I guess we’ll find a way to have fun with her, me and my men, one way or another…”, He clicks his tongue, rests his hand on the handle of the knife attached to his belt, the threat blatant, “Don’t worry, you’ll watch before it’s your turn.” he snarls. Johnny grits his teeth, holds his tongue because he’s afraid anything he would say would be faced with some sort of retaliation on Rain.

Zeus is not done. “Oh, one last thing. I just want to make it very clear for the both of you - I already got the intel I need. But my client wants you dead, so why not have a little fun while we’re at it? Well, I mean they want MacTavish dead.” Zeus goes back in front of Rain, “Sorry darling, you’re not quite famous enough for people to actually care about you.”

She spits in his face and he laughs it off.

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Ghost is the first to go in. He had rushed through the stairs of the decrepit building, stopping only a couple of seconds at every floor to make sure the way was clear before climbing up again. He doesn’t want to think about what he’s going to find. He only focuses on taking down any hostile as discreetly as possible. He doesn’t even want them to suffer, he has no will to torture - he just want them to be gone . Bones turned to ashes. Cleaned from the surface of this earth. He looks at their faces just long enough to forget them after.

Since the news of their capture, he feels numb. Immune to any kind of emotions - dissociated - mind split into so many shards he wonders if it will ever heal. It’s not the first time one of them - of the 141 - has been captured. Not the first time he has to lead a rescue mission. But it’s her. And Johnny. And he knew this would happen - he knew it.

The scars on his back are itchy, like the wounds were about to open again, as if time just decided to go backwards. The trauma of his own capture had been kept locked away very efficiently, Simon had tucked it into some layers at the root of his mind, pressed there between his will to live and his dedication to duty, a prison of steel where it was supposed to be forgotten forever.

Until Soap’s frantic voice had crackled through the comm - We been hit… is compromised… - and then the silence. Price had looked at him, surprise and something that must have been akin to fear in his eyes. Since then, Simon can feel it, the anxiety feeding on the ugly things he has repressed for years, gnawing at the base of his skull, ready to burst free. And along with it, blooms the guilt of failing to protect them from the worst that can happen to a soldier - to anyone .

When he kills the first guard, he doesn’t bother to look at his face, but as he goes through the long corridors, sniping down each enemy, something clicks. He knows most of them. They’re mercenaries. When his knife slices the throat of another one, he can read in his eyes the terrible recognition and he’s pretty sure he can hear him croak “Ghost?” against his gloved palm before life leaves him.

Price, Gaz and him clear the rooms with brutal efficiency, and by the point they reach the end of the floor, they don’t bother with discretion anymore. They find a pile of discarded boots (two big ones, and two smaller) and belts and gears. Soap and Rain’s stuff. They are kept here, it’s a certainty now. So they kill and kill - sink bullets in old allies - terminating even the injured despite their begging. Ghost is bashing open every door he can see, leaving the last mercenaries to his teammates, until he finds it - the cell.

He fires at the lock, kicks the door and goes in, handgun first. He scans the room in a second. Clear . And it’s like everything explodes inside him. The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder and fresh blood and revenge. Here they are, Soap and Rain. Soap is tied to a chair in the middle of the room, head lolling against his chest. His face is a mess of red, blood covering dark bruises, like stones at the bottom of a crimson pond. His clothes look soaked, his bare feet are also bloodied.

Rain is sitting on the floor, hands bound behind her back, curled against the leg of McTavish. She might be comforting herself as much as she’s trying to comfort her Sergeant. She’s down to the tight black shorts she wears underneath her cargo pants, her T-shirt is half-torned at the collar, hanging loosely on her shoulders. Blue and black patches are dotted on her upper arms, on her naked legs, but she looks in way better shape than Soap.

“Simon” she whispers. And he realizes he’s been standing there in shock for a couple seconds. She turns her face to him, and there is a smear of vermilion on her cheek, where it was pressed against Soap’s thigh. Her eyes are a little wild, the white veined in reddish streaks - she must have cried. “Simon” she says again, like she can’t quite believe he’s real.

Ghost snaps open the zip ties, and as soon as she’s free, she turns to Soap, holds his face in her small hands. “Johnny, Johnny, they’re here - you’ll be ok - Fuck, Johnny, please look at me…” she begs, while Simon frees him as well. Price and Gaz are at the doorstep, taking in the scene before them. Ghost is holding Rain with one arm, trying to prevent Soap from falling on the ground with the other - and she’s frantic, she repeats his name, tries to wake him up from his lethargic state. Simon tries to reassure her - Rain, let me take care of him. Rain. Rain, stop.

But she can’t, she’s spiraling and she starts crying again. It feeds Simon’s own anxiety, he’s been helpless in protecting them, and even now he doesn’t know what to do. He presses her against him, hopes it will calm her down but it’s useless. Until her name - her true name - echoes in the room. Price’s voice is firm, devoid of any blame but commanding nonetheless. Ghost feels Rain stiffen immediately in his arms, her body reacting on instinct to her Captain’s order.

Price gets her out of Simon’s grip, gently pulling her out of the way so he can take care of Soap. Are you hurt? Can you walk? She doesn’t answer, she’s shaking, from the cold and the shock of it all. Price scans her body, cataloging every bruise, the blood on her face, on her palms - not hers though. Soap’s…

“It’s bad Captain” Gaz whispers, eyes to the side, looking at Simon’s hauling Johnny in his arms. “We need to go. Now.” Price nods, gaze locked on Rain.

“Requesting evac. 6 minutes. They’re alive but … keep the medic on board.” Gaz’s radio crackled with a stern copy . They climbed on the roof to rendez-vous with the chopper. Rain insisted on retrieving some of her gear, she had put on her boots and holster, and had proceeded to unsheath her knife. Price had tried to argue she didn’t need to, she was safe now - but she wouldn’t listen. She made her way with the rest of them, in her shorts and torn shirt, holding her blade so tight her knuckles were white under the crimson of Soap’s blood clinging to her skin. She looked straight out of those dumb horror movies Soap likes to watch on leave. Bloodied and beaten and with tears on her cheeks, and yet still holding a knife ready to do whatever it takes to stay alive.

Her head was too light and too heavy at the same time, her legs felt like cotton, she could barely hear anything above the deafening sound of her thumping heart. The last of her adrenaline was keeping her standing, but the second she got up into the chopper, she crashed. Price had to carefully pry the knife from her hands, strap her down to her seat, fix the headset on her ears, because her fingers were shaking too much.

On the other side of the heli, the medic was bunched over Johnny’s form, Ghost by his side. He turned back suddenly, back to her. The skull mask is streaked red, the white paint on his chin also. With the lack of light in the hull, she can’t see his eyes, just two holes of dark void. Anyone else would be terrified of him when he looks like this. Like some deranged creature that’s barely human, all bones and no flesh. But she spots the slight way his shoulders just drop, like he’s releasing a breath at her sight. Unconsciously, she mimics him, tries to even her breathing, tries to slow the angry roar of her blood.

“‘Am fine” she states, voice flat, when Price clicks his mic open, before he even asks anything. “Just bruises. No internal bleeding. No concussion.”

“Just let the medic check on you after.” Her captain insists.

“I have none of the symptoms.” She concludes and Price knows not to argue, because she started learning military medicine a few months ago and the new medic on base genuinely thought she was a colleague when she efficiently treated the open fracture of some rookie. Her ability to pick up new knowledge frightens him a bit sometimes.

“I am fine.” she repeats mechanically. “I’m not the one injured.” she adds so low Price wouldn’t have heard it if it wasn’t for her mic. He picks up the underlying guilt in her statement immediately.

“You stop this right now - Rain - Rain, listen to me. I’m fucking serious. It wasn’t your fault.” There is a tinge of despair behind the controlled anger in his voice. First time he sounds like this. It unsettles her.

“You don’t understand, Johnny, he- he said stupid things so they would stop what they were- they tried to attack me-but…he…” She’s getting breathless, words stuck in her throat, hurting like she had been fed burning coal. Her voice not as monotonous as before, wavy and unsure. “He sacrificed himself.” and with that she starts to cry again.

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She’s asleep when Ghost joins her. The only reason she was able to close her eyes was the couple of sleeping pills and painkillers the medic slipped in Price’s hand before gesturing at her in a silent order. Her head had been spinning the whole time she shed her clothes and sat under the shower spray. From the medication and the exhaustion - Price had stayed to make sure she was alright. But at least she fell on her mattress and went unconscious the minute after.

Simon curls around her, squeezes her body against his, the warmth of her skin a blessing he wasn’t sure he would be able to know again. She moves in her sleep, sinks against his chest even further. Fuck . His heart misses a beat when he thinks about the fact she might have been gone. Forever. Her and Johnny, they both might have. He had spent the last hours mulling over his fear in the back of the room where the medic was trying his best to patch up Soap.

Now all he wanted was for her to forget, for her to not have to go through what he had lived after his own capture. He stays there, strong arms around her waist, his discarded mask still covered in blood on the nightstand - an artifact powerful enough to repel the demons in her nightmares.

NEXT PART

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