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theapprenticeofthanatos · 2 years ago

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TAoT: Chapter 16: Difficult Conversations

Danny woke up on a stone bench, facing the cavern ceiling of the Underworld. He turned his head and saw Nico standing near the fountain, talking to Hades. They were locked in a hushed conversation, and Danny could see that Hades looked rather annoyed, while Nico looked rather upset himself.

Danny felt like his limbs were made of lead, and his head began spinning like a top as soon as he tried to sit up. He groaned miserably, which caught the attention of the two by the fountain.

“You should not be trying to sit up, Daniel.” Hades cautioned as he strode over to him. Nico followed close behind, a bewildered look on his face as he watched the interaction between his father and Danny. “How did you end up in my realm without your mentor?”

Danny’s mouth felt like it was full of cotton balls. “I… uhh…” He put his hands to his temples and laid back down. “I dunno…”

“I think you may have shadow-traveled.” Nico supplied.

Hades sighed. “I will go contact Thanatos, tell him that you are here. Nico,” Hades frowned at his son. “Don’t be rude.”

Hades pulled a pure black iPad from thin air as he walked away. Danny heard the Skype ringtone just as Hades walked into the entrance hall. On a normal day, Danny might’ve been amused by that. At the moment, however, he was just trying not to throw up.

Once his nausea settled, Danny looked over at Nico. The demigod was standing nearby with a hand on his sword hilt and an unnerved look in his eyes as he watched Danny.

“What are you?” Nico asked, sounding rather disturbed.

Danny rolled his eyes. “I thought your dad told you not to be rude.”

Nico’s eyes narrowed. “Answer my question.”

Danny scowled at that. “You know what?” He sat up, feeling slightly less awful than when he first woke up. “No. I’m not gonna answer your question. I’m not gonna answer anyone’s questions! I’m getting really tired of people asking me about things I don’t wanna talk about!” His voice echoed loudly through the silent courtyard.

Nico looked surprised at Danny’s outburst, and then he glanced away, his expression slightly apologetic. “I…” He looked down at the ground. “Sorry, I’m just… confused.”

Danny chuckled tiredly at that. “Me too, buddy, but what are you confused about?”

Nico stared at Danny like he was a car accident on the side of the freeway; stomach churning, but it was impossible to look away. “How… how are you dead and alive? Why do I see Phantom when I look at you?”

Danny glanced up at him, perplexed. “What do you mean, you ‘see’ Phantom?”

Nico grew frustrated. “I mean, I see you,” He gestured to Danny. “black-haired, blue-eyed you, sitting right there. But I also see Phantom sitting there, like a… weird overlay or something.”

Danny guessed it made sense that Nico, as a son of Hades, would be able to see ghosts and stuff. He wondered if it would be a good idea to tell Nico about his secret, but… he didn’t really have a choice, since he couldn’t think of any lie that Nico would believe.

Besides, although Danny had only met Nico a couple of times, he felt like he could trust him. There was an air about Nico that made him seem much older and wiser than he appeared. Danny felt the same pull around Nico that he did whenever he was around Hades, but to a lesser extent; it was less mind numbing, and more… comforting, maybe?

Danny scooted over on the bench and motioned for Nico to join him. Nico raised an eyebrow in question, but sat next to him anyway.

“I dunno where to start, honestly, it’s…” Danny gave Nico a tired smile. “It’s a pretty weird story. My parents are obsessed with anything and everything to do with ghosts; they like to think of themselves as ‘professional ghost extraordinaires’. They’ve studied the paranormal for years, and built all sorts of equipment for hunting and studying ghosts. They’ve even got this whole science-y lab in our basement. One day, I decided to mess around down there and… had an accident.”

“But… you’re dead.” Nico said, putting emphasis on the last word.

“Yeah,” Danny sighed. “I know.”

“What happened that caused you to become… this?” Nico gestured vaguely at Danny.

“Honestly, I don’t know how I survived, let alone became this.” Danny shrugged. “But, I’m glad I became Phantom. I’m happy that I’m able to protect those I care for.”

Nico looked thoughtful, but before he could say anything else, Hades reentered the garden. Nico stood to greet his father, but Hades ignored him.

The god looked tired, and he put his hand to his temple as if trying to ward off a migraine. “Thanatos isn’t answering my calls, so he must be occupied at the moment. Daniel, could you use your mark to summon him?”

“Oh…” Danny thought back to what Thanatos had taught him about his mark the previous day before the god had left. “Uhh, I mean, I kinda remember the, uhh, tracing thing,” Danny waved his arm vaguely. “But I… don’t remember the words.”

Hades sighed tiredly. “You trace your mark while you say, ‘éla se ména,’ and then his name.”

“Oh, uhh, okay.” Danny nodded. He held out his arm, mark up, and traced over the black letters with his finger. As he traced them, he said clearly, “Éla se ména, Thanatos. (‘Come to me, Thanatos.’)”

Danny’s mark glowed a bright white, and he could feel what little energy he had left being sapped from his body. After a few seconds, his mark faded back to black, and Thanatos appeared in front of him in a cloud of dark mist.

The god wore a knee-length black chiton with an embroidered gold hem and coppery-red laced sandals, with a long red and gold cloak that sat between his wings. Thanatos immediately knelt in front of Danny and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Daniel, are you alright?”

Danny tried to nod, but he slumped forward instead as his exhaustion overwhelmed him.

Thanatos caught Danny before he could fall and held him up, his golden eyes regarding Danny with concern. “Hades, what happened?” Thanatos asked the other god, but Danny didn’t catch Hades’ response as he lost consciousness. Again.

Thanatos POV:

Thanatos caught Daniel as he slumped forward. He looked into the child’s eyes to try and catch his attention, but Daniel’s eyes slid shut and his head fell forward limply. “Hades, what happened?” Thanatos asked.

“I don’t know, honestly. Daniel shadow-traveled here, though I’m not sure why.” Hades answered, shrugging carelessly.

“He shadow-traveled?” Thanatos repeated in disbelief. “By himself?”

Hades folded his arms. “I suppose so. Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

“Because,” Thanatos placed Daniel’s arms around his neck and lifted him up from the bench, cradling the back of Daniel’s head as he stood and turned to face Hades. “The King of the Gods decided that he urgently needed to speak to me about my new apprentice.” Thanatos’ gaze hardened slightly. “Did you tell him about Daniel?”

“Excuse me?” Hades glared back at him. “I haven’t spoken to that big oaf since the winter solstice! Why in Tartarus would I tell him about anything, let alone about your apprentice?”

“How else could he have learned about him?” However, as soon as Thanatos said that, he remembered that Daniel had met Dionysus at Camp Half-Blood. He had also met Ares, and although Thanatos and the war god were good friends, Ares may have mentioned Daniel to his father. Persephone may have even mentioned him to her mother, Demeter, who would’ve spread the news to everyone on Olympus within the hour. “Do you think Persephone might have told her mother?”

The air around Hades turned frigid. “Perhaps, but have you thought that maybe Daniel said something himself?”

“… That could have happened.” Thanatos conceded. He would have said more, but Daniel shifted in his sleep, reminding Thanatos that he was still holding him. “I should probably get him back to camp.”

Hades agreed and turned to leave, but paused as he looked around, confused, and asked where his son had gone. At some point in their conversation, Nico had wandered off without either god noticing. Hades groaned tiredly and bid Thanatos farewell before heading back into his palace.

Thanatos considered shadow-traveling back to Camp Half-Blood, but decided against it. Daniel did not look to be in good health from his solo trip earlier, and Thanatos did not want to risk his apprentice fully melting into the shadows. So, he decided to use the Doors and hoped he could get them to open close to the camp.

After making sure he had a good hold on Daniel, Thanatos’ outfit shifted back to his usual chiton and sandals as he spread his wings and took off for the Underworld side of the Doors.

As Thanatos flew to the Doors, Daniel started to mumble in his sleep. At first it was just random, nonsensical words and phrases: “fudge,” “beware,” “goin’ ghost,” (Thanatos smiled at that one.) But then, Daniel started fidgeting and mumbling: “no, please,” “stay away from them,” :why are you doing this?:

Thanatos looked down at his young apprentice in concern. Did he just speak in Greek? He wondered as he landed in front of the Doors. “Daniel, everything is alright.” Thanatos said comfortingly. “You are safe.”

:Safe?: Daniel repeated as Thanatos stepped into the elevator. “Safe… good.”

Thanatos listened closely to hear if Daniel spoke any more Greek, but his apprentice had quieted, his mutterings fading away to silence.

As the elevator reached the end of its journey, Daniel began to shift and stir; he appeared to be in better health than when Thanatos had first seen him that day. Thanatos stepped out of the elevator and into the bright sunlight and carefully placed his apprentice on his own two feet, holding him upright as he regained full consciousness. “Are you awake now, Daniel?”

Daniel rubbed his eyes as Thanatos let go of his shoulders. “Mmm, yeah.” He looked around at the trees surrounding them. “Are we… still in the Underworld?”

“No. We are somewhere in Pennsylvania.” Thanatos answered somewhat bitterly; in his current state—due to his earlier meeting with Zeus himself—he hadn’t been able to get them as close to Camp Half-Blood as he had hoped. He returned his attention to his apprentice. “Why were you in the Underworld in the first place?"

“Uhh, I think… I shadow-traveled there?” Daniel answered, clearly trying to avoid the real issue.

“… Yes, I realize that, but why did you shadow-travel there?” Thanatos clarified.

“I didn’t mean to!” Daniel hugged himself as he looked away. “I wasn’t thinking, I just… needed to get away from camp for a bit.”

Thanatos grew concerned. “Why did you need to get away from camp? Did something happen?” He noticed Daniel’s bare arm and frowned. “What happened to your bandage?”

Daniel did not answer immediately. When he did, he was quiet. “I messed up. Someone saw my mark. Actually… two someones.”

Thanatos took a deep breath and slowly released it; he should’ve known that would happen sooner or later. “Okay, who saw?” He asked calmly.

“Well, uhh, I met a girl-or, a goddess-today. She said her name was Hestia.” Thanatos stilled, but Daniel didn’t appear to notice as he continued. “She somehow knew that I was an apprentice, and she asked to see it.”

“And you showed her?” Thanatos’ voice held a hint of frustration.

Daniel flushed with embarrassment. “I mean, she seemed really nice, and I felt like I could trust her…”

“Well, yes.” Thanatos agreed. “Hestia is quite a kind goddess. However, do you know who her youngest brother is?”

Daniel thought for a moment, and Thanatos watched as he connected the dots. Daniel paled before he answered quietly. “… Z-the sky dude?”

“Yes, the ‘sky dude’. I had to talk to the ‘sky dude’ because of you,” The frustration in Thanatos’ voice was clear by that point. “And get him to agree not to do anything to you until the winter solstice.”

Daniel shuffled his feet, his eyes downcast. “I’m sorry, Thanatos.”

Thanatos pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “It will be okay, Daniel. You did not know any better.”

Daniel didn’t respond, his gaze still fixed on the ground.

Thanatos spoke more gently. “I am sorry for raising my voice at you. I know that I didn’t really explain why you should hide your mark; that’s on me. But people knowing that you are my apprentice could be very dangerous for you.”

Daniel looked up at him questioningly.

Thanatos explained. “Mortals are often foolish, Daniel. They yearn for power over anything they think they can control. Some are even foolish enough to strive for power and control over the primordial forces of the universe, such as the movement of time, or who lives and who dies, and they will do whatever they can to get that control.” He caught Daniel’s gaze, hoping that his apprentice understood the seriousness of his words. “Do you understand?”

Daniel looked a bit shaken by Thanatos’ warning, and he returned his gaze to his feet. “… Annabeth was the other person who saw.” He mumbled. “We were sparring and my bandage came off.”

Thanatos was a little less upset with that bit of news. “At least that time was accidental. I am sure you can work that out with her when you see her again. Now, how did you shadow-travel by yourself? I never showed you how, and doing so on your own, without any instruction, was very dangerous.”

Daniel ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t know how… I wasn’t thinking. I just… reacted.” He dropped his head into his hands and groaned. “I’m so tired…”

“Yes, that is what happens when you shadow-travel by yourself for the first time.” Thanatos deadpanned. Though he was still annoyed, his tone softened a bit. “Are you alright to travel?”

As an answer, Daniel’s transformation rings appeared around his waist and moved away from each other, changing him into his alter ego: Phantom. “Yeah, let’s go.”

First: Prologue

Previous: Chapter 15

Next: Chapter 17

#danny phantom #thanatos #nico di angelo #hades #taot #the apprentice of thanatos #lotu #legacy of the underworld #percy jackson and the olympians #fanfiction #crossover fanfiction

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angelo-chuck-wagon · 9 months ago

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@amagnificentobsession @docdust

I'm too afraid to do a walkabout alone in these here parts so @sliceocheese is with me.

Mamma, I think I would like to try my hand at 'prentising with Doc. I need a place to stay where I can feel safe from the Morningstars. Where I can be me out from under the other Angelo's shadow.

Angelo, my son.

The Morningstar family made a decision to allow you to live. They didn’t “finish you off” as you put it. The fact that they brought you to Angelos tells me I don’t have to try and fight Hell to protect you.

I see you are going by Chuck now. Chuck suits you. Although I’m also partial to CW 😊

My darling child, I’m not Angelo’s success story. He is. He found an unconditional love when his dad, @the-metatron adopted him. Because of that love, he became what he always was. He just finally found a place to bloom.

I fell deeply in love with Angelo. His smile, his sweetness, along with his crazy quirks, his love for Eddie, Freddie @sliceocheese and for his father. He also made me think of the son I missed deeply. I was so lucky that he loved me too.

You can be anything you want to be. Good, bad, successful, loved. You write your future. I think it’s pretty obvious where Angelo and I want you to be. Eddie @e-w-w-morningstar didn’t bite you recently, that’s a good sign. @baby-angelo will be saying Chuck in no time.

@docdust has a new shop set up. He’s offered you a job. You may want to look into that. You won’t find a better mentor than Doc. ✨You’ll love Sheeny @i-dream-of-sheeny too. Just don’t fall in love. (It’s really easy to fall in love with Sheeny) ♥️

Just remember, even total assholes idiots are redeemable. The decision is yours my boy. Make a good one. I love you ❤️

#the angelo situation #chuck wagon #doc's apprentice

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creartistiq-blog · 2 months ago

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Angelo di Cosimo called Bronzino, 1503/1572

Italian Mannerist painter, adopted son and apprentice of Pontormo,

For this fresco of the Palazzo Vecchio in Florence The Falling of the Manna, one can wonder why Bronzino painted for the Chapel of Eleonora, these clearly homoerotic figures of a water carrier in love with a young man at his feet who returns this tender look.

According to a series of sonnets written by Bronzino on the death of Pontormo, researchers conclude that the two men had a more intimate relationship than that of master and student.

Angelo di Cosimo called Bronzino, date and author unknown

Pontormo self-portrait

Later Bronzino adopted in 1549 one of his students, Alessandro Allori 14 years old as a son, as he himself had been at 12 years old by Pontormo.

Alessandro Allori self-portrait at 20 years old

In 16th century Florence, this type of arrangement, quite common, signaled a sexual relationship between an older man adopting his young lover. The two artists lived together until Bronzino's death in 1572.

At the time of the painting of The Falling of the Manna, around 1540/45, Bronzino was about 40/45 years old and Pontormo 46/51 years old the 2 figures clearly allude to this relationship.

Manna is the food that God rained down in the desert, every day except from Friday evening at sunset to Saturday evening at nightfall to feed the hungry Hebrews as they crossed it.

#Bronzino

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demigods-semiheroes · 7 months ago

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Details about the DGSH AU I'm not quiiite sure I'll ever touch upon much but are very dear to me!

- Nico di Angelo played both sides of the Titan War. Not necessarily because he agreed with everything they were doing, but because he became strong friends ("Aqcuaintances, Jackson, get it right") with Ethan Nakamura in the Labrynth and had to at least hear him out

- Wade Wilson met Peter Parker during an undercover mission Peter was doing to locate King Pin's funding locations. They had a fight that ended with Wade holding Peter in place with one arm and calling Stark to pick him up with the other

- Leo Valdez taught Piper McLean morse code! They gossip together using it

- The designs I had in mind for most of the Percy Jackson characters will be a mix of the book and show! I'll maybe have designs out soon depending on my art confidence.

- Peter and Nico were actually vaguely friends before Peter and Percy met. Nico just knew Peter as Spider-Man as they met on patrol, it's why Nico paraphrased the whole "With great power" thing in.. uh... The Blood Of Olympus u think. Nico is also the friend referred to as 'Neo' in "Don't Let This Become A Thing"

- Rachel Dare went to Midtown for a year or so before getting pulled out. She punched Flash Thompson once for bullying Peter and Ned Leeds

- Harley Keener is Bucky Barnes' apprentice, but the heir of Stark Industries. Whereas Peter is Tony Stark's apprentice, but carrying to Spider Legacy only

- Percy just straight up didn't know superheroes existed for ages

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wanderingmind867 · 8 months ago

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If Nico di Angelo was in Marvel comics, I really think he would fit in with the Defenders. Just like them, he's lonely, shunned by his peers/society at large and full of trauma. Honestly, Nico might even be Doctor Strange's apprentice. I could see a grand future for him as a future master of the mystic arts. I also think Nico could bond with The Hulk, solely because they're lonely and tortured souls.

#nico di angelo #percy jackson #pjo #pjo hoo toa #marvel #marvel comics #marvel universe #the defenders #defenders #doctor strange #the hulk #hulk #pjo headcanons #marvel headcanons

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anthonis-van-dyck · 2 months ago

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Chuck and me

My fair apprentice, a few studies showing our friendship ...

@angelo-chuck-wagon

#anthony van dyck #court painter #model chuck #ai paintings

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snakeoil-pharmstore · 8 months ago

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Welcome to Doc Dust's & William the Ladyfinger's Snake Oil & Sporin Pharm Store

This is a drugstore, pharmacy, beauty parlour and medical consultation parlour run by @docdust and his compagnion @neo-of-sporin and their apprentice @angelo-chuck-wagon

Starting out with a travelling sales van selling quackery products, we have now set up and are running our own snake oil manufactory.

Come in and have a look:

We strive to keep our customers satisfied!

Doc Dust & Angelo Chuck Wagon

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Update!!!

With immediate effect, we are sharing our practice with the renowned alchemist, naturopath and healer @neo-of-sporin

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Credentials

Delivery of @furfurs-fotos's babies

Healing and rejuvenating of @the-metatron

Resurrection of a seemingly dead sheep (as @bil-daddy's assistant)

Dental treatment and procurement of gold teeth for @murrmielmur

Multiple successful efforts in the treatment of @angelo-chuck-wagon's hangovers, traumata and sexual deprivation

Splitting @anauntie and @andagon into separate bodies

Assistance with @loretta-dont-you-oppress-me's breast operation (mounting the titties)

#good omens role play #doc dust #chuck #snake oil #snake oil vendors

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lakipocki · 1 month ago

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DESTINY Project: Angelo

Angelo. A magical street brawler. He serves as an Apprentice under the Light Master, Dodeca, and has traveled far to get to where he is now. What adventure lies ahead for him?

#oc #original character #digital art #DESTINY Project #character design #modern fantasy #magical character

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thebestworstidea · 5 months ago

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the part of the dream I remember from last night, was there was a paranormal investigator/exterminator/for hire magic user, and kind of a weird con/murder mystery. The important part to me was my role, as his apprentice, and the long, calm moment after I'd fucked up somehow, and we were sitting in our hotel, dressed down for bed, and I was just leaning against his back, and it was... so comforting. I don't know if it was romantic (I'm pretty sure I was a boy(specifically another incarnation of my boy Angelo) but maybe not?) or platonic, but it was just skin to skin and just breathing, leaning against eachother. It was okay. We'd figure it out. he wasn't mad and I'd done my best.

I just... somehow I want to hold onto that moment of comfort. But it's a dream, and the more I'm awake the further away it goes.

#willow is chatty #willow was dreaming

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theapprenticeofthanatos · 2 years ago

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TAoT: Chapter 15: Runaway

After the bonfire that night, Danny returned to his room on the fourth floor (he didn’t see Mr. D again that night, for which he was grateful.) His adrenaline from the game that evening faded, and he quickly fell asleep.

That night, Danny had a rather awful night’s sleep; he was plagued by one nightmare after another. In one, he was trapped in the stables with the horses; they were going crazy, foaming at the mouth, trying to trample him flat. In another, Danny was being torn apart by leopards as Mr. D watched, his eyes glowing with purple flames.

Danny was awoken the next morning by a knock at his bedroom door. He groaned as he rolled out of bed and rubbed at his eyes. Danny ruffled his hair in an attempt to make it look presentable before opening the door.

Annabeth stood on the other side, looking a little too cheery for so early in the morning (well, early for Danny, anyway.)

She smiled. “Morning, Danny, how’d you sleep?”

“Ehh, not great…” Danny yawned. “Lots of nightmares.”

Annabeth frowned sympathetically. “I understand. Just one of the joys of being a half-blood, right?”

“Uhh, yeah…” Danny said awkwardly. “Totally.”

Annabeth nodded. “Well, it’s time for breakfast. Chiron sent me to come get you, cause, you know, he can’t really climb the stairs… And he said he needs to meet with both of us after the meal.”

“Oh, uhh,” Danny looked down at his pajamas. “Yeah, I’ll see you at the pavilion.”

Annabeth nodded again, and headed back downstairs.

Danny hurried to get dressed. Once he was done, he made sure his bandage was wrapped securely around his arm, and left his room.

When Danny entered the parlor, he saw Mr. D sitting at the round table in the corner, shuffling cards. Mr. D didn’t look up when Danny entered the room, and Danny hoped that he would be able to slip by without the god noticing him.

He had no such luck.

“Good morning.” Mr. D drawled, just as Danny tried to sneak past him. His eyes didn’t leave the deck in his hands.

Danny flinched. “Uhh, h-hi.” He turned to face Mr. D nervously.

“Heard you won the game last night.” Mr. D glanced at Danny slyly. “Not bad, for a cheater.”

Danny’s face burned. “I didn’t cheat!” He said defensively.

“Oh, really?” Mr. D dealt the cards out onto the table in hands. “How many other campers do you know of that can turn invisible without the aid of a magical item?”

Danny blanched. “How did you…?”

Mr. D’s full attention was on Danny now, and his gaze burned with an inkling of the purple flames Danny had seen in his nightmare. “Do you know what nymphs are, Mr. Fenton?” Danny began to ask how that was relevant, but Mr. D continued. “Nymphs are nature spirits. As such, they live in nature—clouds, rivers, lakes, trees.”

Danny was certain Mr. D could see his veins with how pale he turned.

Mr. D smirked at him. “Would you like to explain how you were able to turn invisible?”

Danny opened his mouth, ready to retort; however, before he could do or say anything stupid, Chiron entered the room.

“Good morning, Danny.” The centaur greeted with a smile. “Did you sleep well?”

“Uhh,” Danny glanced back at Mr. D, who had returned his attention to his cards. “Yeah, sure. Am I late for breakfast?”

“No, I actually forgot something in my office. You should go on ahead.” Chiron left the room, heading for the back of the house.

Danny left the Big House before Mr. D had a chance to continue his interrogation.

Danny walked past the volleyball courts and towards the cabins. Danny could see lines of campers walking up the hill towards the pavilion, and he hurried to catch up. However, he slowed as he neared the hearth in the center of the cabin area.

The girl that Danny had seen by the hearth yesterday was tending to the coals again. Why isn’t she going to the pavilion with one of the cabins?

Danny walked up to her. “Umm, hey, are you doing okay?” He asked. “Everyone’s heading to breakfast, and I noticed that you weren’t, so…”

Danny trailed off as the girl turned to face him. She wore a simple brown dress, had soft brown hair, and looked to be about nine years old. That was normal. What surprised him was that her eyes glowed an orangey-red, like the flames in the hearth.

She smiled kindly at Danny. “Ahh, hello, young apprentice.”

Danny stumbled back quickly. He glanced around them to see if anyone had heard her, but all of the campers had gone to the pavilion by then, so they were alone. He turned back to the girl. “H-how…?”

The girl giggled at his reaction. “I haven’t met an apprentice of a god in a long time, but I know one when I see one.”

“So, you’re… not a camper?” Danny asked slowly.

“No, I am not.” She answered, her eyes glowing a little brighter. “I am Hestia, goddess of the hearth.”

Danny gaped; just that January, he hadn’t known that the Greek gods even existed. Now, he’d met three within the past two days (He didn’t know who Mr. D was, but he was pretty sure he was a god.)

Danny’s surprise faded and he raised an eyebrow inquisitively. “You, uhh, look pretty young for an ancient immortal being and all.”

Hestia giggled again. “Most gods can choose what age they appear to be. This form is the one I am most comfortable with.” She turned her attention to Danny’s bandaged arm. “May I see your mark?”

Danny hesitated; he knew he probably shouldn’t be showing his mark to just anybody, but Hestia had a nice, calming aura around her. He felt like he could just sit down beside her and forget his worries for a while.

Hesitantly, Danny unraveled the bandage and held out his arm. Hestia’s eyes widened slightly as she read the name.

“My, my…” Hestia looked up at Danny; her gaze was still inviting, but… worried? “It has been a long time, indeed.”

Danny pulled his arm back and rewrapped it. He began to ask her what she meant, but just then Chiron called for him. Danny turned to see Chiron standing at the base of the hill leading up to the pavilion.

“Will you be joining us, Danny?” Chiron called out.

“Uhh, yeah, I was just talking to-” Danny turned back to Hestia, but she had disappeared. He frowned; where’d she go?

However, the thought of food overpowered his curiosity, and he ran to catch up with Chiron at the pavilion.

Mr. D was already seated at the head table; Danny made sure to sit as far away as he could from the god. Once the food was passed out and everyone had scraped a portion into the brazier, Danny remembered his meeting with the young-looking goddess by the fire.

He turned to Chiron. “Hey, I met someone strange by the campfire.”

“Oh? Who was it?” Chiron inquired.

“She said her name was Hestia.” Danny replied.

Chiron pressed his lips together, a faintly worried expression on his face. “Ah, I see. What did you two talk about?”

“She knew that I’m an…” Danny lowered his voice. “apprentice, and she asked to see my mark.” Chiron paled slightly, but Danny didn’t notice as he continued. “She seemed kinda weirded out after that, and when you came up she left.” At that point, Danny noticed Chiron’s distress. “Is everything okay?”

Chiron sighed. “Hopefully. I will look into it later.”

Danny worried that he had messed up by showing Hestia his mark; should he not have? Was something bad going to happen to him? As his stress began to grow, he tried to reassure himself that it would be fine. What’s done is done, I can’t do anything about it now. He took a bite of his breakfast.

The twins that sat at the head table with Mr. D struck up a conversation with Danny, introducing themselves as Castor and Pollux. Over the course of breakfast, Danny and the twins talked. Danny learned that they were the children of the camp director, Dionysus.

Danny nearly choked on his drink. The wine guy is the director of camp?! Danny would have said this aloud, but thought better of it as the subject of his thought was literally at the other side of the table, and Danny was already on his bad side. He instead chose to talk with the twins and finish his breakfast, only sparing a glance at the wine god that was glaring at him.

After the nymphs had cleared away the breakfast dishes, campers began to wander off in groups, heading to their morning activities. Annabeth met Danny and Chiron at the head table, and the three of them left for the combat arena.

When they arrived, Danny saw that the inside of the combat arena was enormous. The ground was a mix of coarse red dirt and rough stone. Weapon racks lined the walls, along with practice dummies and armor stands. There was no one else in the arena.

Chiron stood in front of the two campers. “Alright, Danny. Today, we’re going to test how well you can hold your own in combat. Annabeth will be sparring you, as you’ll probably find it more comfortable to fight someone closer to your size.”

Danny scoffed internally at that. Please, I fight ghosts way bigger than me, like, all the time.

Chiron gestured to the weapon racks. “Grab some armor and find a weapon you are comfortable with.”

Danny frowned. “Uhh, is it alright if I just go hand-to-hand? That’s what I’m used to.”

Chiron looked rather confused. “Well, that’s not… particularly useful against most monsters, but everyone has to start somewhere, I suppose. If Annabeth is alright with that…” He turned to her, brow raised in question.

Annabeth shrugged.

“Very well, then.” Chiron acquiesced. “I suppose you don’t need armor after all.”

Annabeth took off her dagger and sheath, set them off to the side, and walked to the middle of the arena. Danny faced her and put up his fists, falling into a fighting stance; she did the same. Chiron stood a few yards away.

“Remember,” He said. “No killing or maiming. Fight fair, and if I say stop, you stop. Understood?”

Danny and Annabeth nodded.

Chiron nodded in return. “Very well. Begin!”

Danny immediately stepped forward and aimed a kick at Annabeth’s stomach. She grabbed his ankle and twisted it in an attempt to throw him off balance. Danny kicked free and used his momentum to power his next strike with his fist. Annabeth crouched to avoid it. She attempted to sweep Danny’s legs out from underneath him, but Danny somersaulted over her head and landed behind her.

Danny turned just in time to block Annabeth’s foot as she tried to kick him from her crouched position. He sprung backwards to avoid her attack. Annabeth got to her feet and they started circling each other, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Seeing an opening, Danny leapt forward to punch Annabeth, but she caught his arm. She stepped forward and attempted to judo flip him over her shoulder, but Danny intangibly stuck his foot in the ground to keep himself in place. The force Annabeth put into trying to flip Danny knocked her off balance, allowing Danny a chance to free his arm.

While Annabeth was unbalanced, Danny struck her in the side. Though winded, Annabeth managed to recover enough to throw her full weight into Danny and tackle him to the ground. They wrestled on the ground, both trying to gain the upper hand, until Chiron called an end to the fight.

Danny and Annabeth took a moment to catch their breaths. Annabeth stood and held out a hand to help Danny up, which he gladly accepted.

“Very well done, both of you.” Chiron congratulated as he trotted forward. “Danny, have you by any chance been trained in martial arts?”

“A bit. My mom taught me some moves for self-defense.” Danny noticed that Annabeth hadn’t let go of his hand yet. “Uh… can I have my hand back?” He said jokingly as he turned to face her.

Annabeth stood frozen, staring at his arm—his right arm.

Crap.

Danny hadn’t noticed, but while they had been sparring, his bandage had come loose and fallen off.

“What in the name of the gods is this?!” Annabeth shouted, twisting Danny’s arm to show him the mark. “Why does it say ‘Death’?!”

Danny didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t tell her that he was Thanatos’ apprentice, but what could he say that she would believe? Luckily, he was spared from answering by Chiron, who separated the two of them.

“Annabeth, I am certain Danny has his reasons for hiding that from others.” Chiron said in a calming voice.

It had no effect on Annabeth.

“Well, I’d like to hear them.” Annabeth folded her arms and glared daggers at Danny. “Why even have it? Why would anyone have the name of the god of death tattooed on their arm? Why keep it hidden? What are-”

“Look, I don’t have to explain myself to anyone, least of all you.” Danny snapped, interrupting her tirade. Before she could say anything else, he turned and stormed out of the arena.

Danny heard Chiron and Annabeth calling after him, but ignored them in favor of running into the forest. He needed to be alone for a while. His only coherent thought upon reaching the tree line was to go somewhere safe, like Persephone’s garden, or…

As soon as that thought crossed Danny’s mind, he found himself slipping into darkness.

Danny felt wind whipping by him, like it was trying to pull him apart. He realized that he was in the same darkness that he went through whenever he shadow-traveled with Thanatos. As Danny’s thoughts began to wander, he felt the wind increase, prickling like thousands of needles against his skin. He didn't know how he knew it, but he knew that if he stayed there any longer, he would become part of the shadows themselves and never return. Danny put all of his power and focus into thinking of Persephone’s garden, and took a step forward.

Danny stumbled out of the shadow of a pomegranate tree in Persephone’s garden. He fell to his knees, exhausted. Who knew shadow-travel on your own could be so draining?

Through the ringing in his ears, Danny heard someone calling out to him. Looking up, Danny saw Nico standing over him, pointing a black sword at his chest.

“Who are you? How did you get here?” Nico demanded.

Why… why is Nico being so aggressive? Danny wondered as he faded from consciousness

First: Prologue

Previous: Chapter 14

Next: Chapter 16

#danny phantom #annabeth chase #chiron #nico di angelo #mr d #percy jackson and the olympians #taot #the apprentice of thanatos #lotu #legacy of the underworld #fanfiction #crossover fanfiction

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thelastunicornflipouts · 1 year ago

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Since I feel too much of a lazy bum today, I am creating a SchmendrickXMolly playlist (under the excuse that then I will have music I can listen to while I study and write the book reviews I must write before the deadline crashes on me).

Somewhere Only We Know – Keane

L’Apprendista Stregone (The Sorcerer Apprentice) – Angelo Branduardi

Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own – U2

Do It Again – Stroke 9 (because they also need some profane love)

Downtown Lights – Annie Lennox version

All The Small Things - blink-182

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out – The Smiths

Fix You – Coldplay

If It Be Your Will – Leonard Cohen

(Just Like) Starting Over - John Lennon

The Book of Love – Peter Gabriel

Il Tuo Culo E Il Tuo Cuore (Your Ass And Your Heart) – Roberto Vecchioni (because Schmendrick is all about singing a love song for Molly while complimenting her booty... the song is much more poetic than the title suggests, I promise)

Just Like Heaven – The Cure

The Wolf Is Getting Married – Sinead O’Connor

Original Of The Species – U2

She Is – The Fray

Abbracciala, Abbracciali, Abbracciati (Hug Her, Hug Them, Hug Yourself) – Lucio Battisti

Angel’s Song – Debbie Harry

We All Go Back To Where We Belong – R.E.M.

Do You Realize?? – The Flaming Lips

Gong – Sigur Ros

Venus as a Boy - Björk

Il Mio Canto Libero (My Song of Freeedom) – Lucio Battisti

#The Last Unicorn #TLU #schmendrick #molly grue #schmolly #schmolly playlist #tried to avoid songs too corny for them #a few are in italian #I can provide a translation #I am feeling too lazy today

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ao3feed-rangersapprentice · 9 months ago

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A New Sort of Camp

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/XoTtwD2 by Grey_Wind_Wolf Words: 3985, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Demigods in Araluen and Ranger's in Long Island Fandoms: Ranger's Apprentice - John Flanagan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Halt O'Carrick, Will Treaty, Tug (Ranger's Apprentice), Abelard (Ranger's Apprentice), Baron Arald (Ranger's Apprentice), Jennifer "Jenny" Dalby, Duncan (Ranger's Apprentice), Gilan (Ranger's Apprentice), Horace Altman, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Chiron (Percy Jackson), Clarisse La Rue, Connor Stoll, Travis Stoll, Will Solace, Nico di Angelo Additional Tags: Ranger's - Freeform, Rick Riordan Demigod Universe | Riordanverse, Demigods, Bandits & Outlaws, Magic, Minor Violence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/XoTtwD2

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #ranger's apprentice #rangers apprentice #ra fanfic #ao3feed-rangersapprentice

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eveandtheturtles · 1 year ago

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Hello, darling! Hope you're doing okay! ^^

Saw that you're wanting some Donnie requests and I'm here to deliver. 🤗

You've mentioned a Greek AU and I love that idea! I love Greek mythology, so I'm thinking that Donnie is a god who is fascinated with humans. I'm thinking that they could have the gods names. Like Leo could be Poseidon and Mikey could be Apollo. Or anything that matches their personalities. I like to give you free reins on this! ^^

Anyways, Donnie could (maybe) be Hades. Like the mythology, Donnie needs an heir like the rest of his brothers (who already have wives and children of their own) and went up to the surface. He soon met a woman and everything else will be on what you're wanting to do.

I really like the Greek AU and like to give some free rein on this. I'm not picky if is SFW or NFSW. It's whatever you're feeling and how long the story will be. I won't be surprised if this turned into a series (which I won't complain either). 🫠

I love your writing and stories, so I can't wait what you've came up with. ��🙌🏻💜

Hello, this has been in my inbox for too long. I'm glad you gave me a free reign on the Greek AU and yes, I do have one so, I wanted to do something in it. I wanted to do this story for so long and until today I couldn't work my brain to write it down. Surprise to no one this is Karello. I didn't have enough steam to make it a series but I won't say no to asks about this AU and some future projects in it. Hope you enjoy this!

Short notes (more in to find on my Masterlist!):

Leo - patron god is Athena (has pet owl named Sofia)

Mikey (or here Angelo) - patron god is Dionysus.

Raph (or here Raf) - patron god is Ares (has a personal vendetta against Sofia)

Donnie (here Donato) - patron god is Hephaestus

Rating: M

Tags: @madammuffins @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch @pheradream-15 @sharpwindow @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @tinkabelle19 and ofc @dilucsflame33

The Four Nights

It only could have happened when his brothers were visiting. Angelo, Leonárdos, and Rafail arrived in Lemnos for their birthday, or the day the gods chose them as their representatives. Why the brothers chose Don’s island this year was kind of beyond Donato’s understanding. He was in the middle of a big project, instructing the apprentices on how to not fuck it up when he heard Raf’s chariot arrive from Sparta. The giant horses pulling the chariot were black with red bridles and reins. Rafail’s signature colors. Ares’ herald.

“Don!” Raf bellowed. “Where are you!?”

Don sighed heavily, feeling his headache coming but descended the stairs of his workshop located next to the temple to greet his brother.

“Hello, brother. I hope you had safe travel?” He greeted Raf. The next second all air was squeezed out of his lungs by the bear hug.

“I haven’t seen you in a year!” Raf replied. “You’re still as tall as the Cyprus trees and just as thin! You need to come to Sparta, I’ll have you gain some more muscles.” He slapped Donnie’s arm, causing his younger brother to wince.

“I get plenty of work-out in the forge,” he said stepping back.

“Sure you do. Are others here?” Raf looked around, searching for Leon’s or Angelo’s chariots.

“No, you’re first to arrive,” Donnie informed him.

Raf grinned. “They both owe me 20 drachmae each.”

“Aww, man.” Both Donnie and Raf turned around hearing a voice behind them.

It was Angelo on his chariot pulled by wild panthers. Ride fit for the herald of Dionysus. The cats gracefully parked a bit away from Raf’s horses, eyeing them hungrily.

“I wanted to be first,” the youngest turtle said.

“You snooze, you lose little brother,” Raf told him.

Angelo dropped to the ground to hug his elder brothers. “So, I hope you haven’t started the party without me!”

“You know there is no party without you ever,” Donnie joked. “I was hoping you could actually set up the whole thing.”

“You know it!” Angelo grinned. “Leon’s not here?”

“Nope, our wisest brother is being tardy,” Raf said with all the self-satisfaction there was. “Speaking of, I hope you have my money.”

Angelo sighed defeated. “I hate when you win.”

“You must all be thirsty after the travel here. I’ll have servants bring you something to drink to the garden,” Donnie said and led them to the area of the temple complex designed for his guests. It was a beautiful garden with mosaic floor in geometrical shapes. There were beautiful white columns with vines climbing over them creating a natural roof over the stone chaise lounges. There were pillows and drapes placed on them to make them more comfortable.

“Brothers! I see you finally arrived!”

The three paused stumped seeing their eldest brother already spread on one of the benches, drinking from a cup and munching on some cheese.

“Leon! You bastard when did you get here!” Raf shouted, half angry at the possibility of losing the bet, half happy to see his brother.

Leo got up and straightened up his chiton. “About an hour ago. I heard Donnie was busy in the forge so I decided to wait here with Sofia.” He hugged Angelo and grabbed Raf’s hand in a firm greeting. “I believe you two owe me some money?”

Angelo giggled. “Raf has the cash.” He pointed to the red brute who cursing under his breath started counting the amount.

“Where’s the dumb bird anyway?” He handed the 100 drachmae to Leon and search the area for the owl.

“In the trees, taking a nap.”

While they were sorting their business out Don called on the servants to bring them more wine. He also had to keep Angelo from flirting with his staff. This would be a long day.

The celebration was going to last for about 3 days and 4 nights. Each for every brother. Starting with Donnie as the host. The cooks were preparing for the event for a week now but with Angelo present things started to move faster, if not more chaotic. Their swift, party-loving brother orchestrated everything with finesse and didn’t forget to flirt with everyone involved. He also stated he had a surprise for each brother.

The night has fallen and a giant campfire was started. Tables were set and overflowing with food for the human guests (mostly priests and dignitaries). Donnie as the host opened the ceremony with an offering for the gods and the patrons of the turtles. It was all going splendidly and Donnie wanted nothing more than to go back to his forge. Everyone was loud and getting drunker by a second. Angelo had a circle of potential bedmates before the first hour of the party passed. Raf was besting generals in arm wrestling by the 2nd hour and Leo was in a deep discussion with one of the kings. Donnie completely lost interest in the party and was thinking about how to escape when suddenly Angelo stood up and announced it was time for the presents. Everyone cheered. Donnie wanted to hide.

He needn’t have worried though as the gift from Angelo seemed to be rather simple. It was a goblet of a dark liquid and a platter of cookies.

“Dearest guests! This drink I present before you is a rare concoction!” The youngest brother always had a taste for drama. He bellowed the words walking around, his arms wide. “A drink that rejuvenates one's mind! Refreshes and chases away the sweet melodies Hypnos. I thought that who if not my most hardworking brother would appreciate it.” Angelo stood behind Donnie and leaned now. “Now, brother what you want to do is dip the sugar cookie in the drink cause it’s as bitter as Hades in spring,” he whispered the instruction. “But try it.”

Donnie frowned at his brother and did as told. His eyes widened. “Wow.”

“Good, huh?” Angelo grinned.

Donnie dared to take a sip of the drink on its own and was hit with a strong body of flavor. Yes, it was bitter but there were undertones…

“Thank you, brother, what is the name of it?” Don glanced at Angelo.

“Uuuuh… It’s a new thing I got from this one guy in Cush, he called it Kahua? Just don’t overdo it,” the youngest warned. “The guy said he once couldn’t sleep for 2 days straight and started seeing spiders, so.” he patted the birthday boy on the shoulders.

“Right.” Count on Angelo to bring something dubious to a party.

The next gift was a stack of scrolls from Leo and a new set of hammers from Raf. The dignitaries also left some presents but those would be opened later. Once this part was over, the partygoers returned to getting more drunk.

Donnie was about to get up and pretend to go for a walk. He was absolutely planning on returning to his forge and maybe having a nap. Suddenly there was a yell and a commotion occurred. Then one of the guest generals approached the table.

“Honoured Chosen of the Gods, there was a woman entering the temple’s forge!” He announced pushing a small woman in front of him.

Her skin was dark brown, and her thick, black, curly hair created a cloud on her head. She had a terrified sort of defiance painted on her face as she glared at the turtles. Donnie looked at her and couldn’t stop himself from thinking how beautiful she was. Like an angry dryad.

The turtles looked at each other. They knew what would happen to the girl if they didn’t think of something fast. Leon was the first to act.

“Angelo!” He said loudly, standing up. “You left our final gift unattended!”

Angelo looked at his eldest brother. “Rrrrright! Yeah!” He tsked and slapped his forehead. “Scatterbrained.” He jumped over the table and took the girl from the general.

“Uh, yeah, the gods decided to give our brother a bit of fun for tonight,” Raf suddenly piped in. “I told her to go to Donato’s bed chambers.”

“She appears to be Deaf,” the general pointed out confused.

“She was blessed by Athena to read and write,” Leo tossed in quickly. He looked at the girl who seemed to be following the movement of their mouths very intently with a deep squint. She nodded at him.

“And she was specifically chosen by Aphrodite,” Angelo added.

Donnie quickly looked to the fire in the middle to see if the gods decided to call them out on that bullshit. Nothing seemed to be happening. That’s good.

Angelo quickly called over servants and instructed them to get the girl to Donnie’s room. Crisis averted. The tension remained for a moment but everyone was drunk enough to soon forget the scandal and focus on congratulating Donnie on soon getting laid. Much to his own discomfort.

“Leo, what am I supposed to do with her,” he hissed to his eldest brother.

“Just hold onto her until the end of the celebration, after that, I’ll take her to Athens, toss her to Hestia’s temple. Plus you could try and you know.” Leo smirked over the edge of his cup. “Maybe she was here to seduce you in the first place?”

That would be so much worse. At least now he had an excuse to slip away from the party. He waited about half an hour to make sure all the humans were properly drunk and then made his escape. On his way to his bed chamber, he grabbed a piece of chalk and a tablet to write on.

As expected the girl was sitting on his bed, naked and freshly bathed. She had her knees pulled up and nails digging into her arms. She didn’t notice his entrance. Donnie sighed deeply.

He walked to the lamp and moved the tablet in front of it, making the light flicker, letting the girl know he was there. She jumped a little noticing it and pulled up the sheets over her.

Donnie noted that. He opted to sit on a chair, pulling it closer to the bed.

“Hello,” he wrote not sure what else to do. “What is your name?” He then handed her the tablet.

She looked surprised at him, not expecting that.

“I’m Kara.” She wrote back.

“Oh thank the Athena,” Donnie muttered under his breath. So this meant that Leo didn’t lie using the goddess’s name. The four brothers knew firsthand that the gods could be… temperamental.

And so a conversation began between Donie and Kara. He found out that she had snuck on a boat with one of the dignitaries from Athens. She was planning to steal from the forge or maybe find a job. She wasn’t sure. Her parents were citizens of Athens. Her father was an astronomer. When her parents discovered that she couldn’t hear instead of abandoning her, they told everyone she had died and moved to their property outside of Athens. Her father and mother taught her how to read and write so she could at least somewhat communicate with the world. Though they lost a bit of interest in her when her brother was born. When her father died, her mother had to remarry his cousin and thus she was abandoned for real this time.

She found a job as a weaver for a time but then her boss fell on hard times and eventually, she had no job. With no other option, she boarded the ship and here she was. Seemingly about to become a concubine to one of the Gods’ Chosen.

“I did entertain the idea of becoming a prostitute since men don’t really care if you talk back, but dying of some disease with a bunch of spawns sired by clients isn’t truly the ideal future for me,” she finished the tale.

That was interesting.

“Your father was an astronomer…” he mused out loud to himself. He wiped the slate clean and wrote: “Do you know any Math?”

“I know a lot. I would often spend time in my father’s study when he was away and my mother was busy. Especially after the birth of my brother. I’m a quick study and if you need anything I can help.” She returned the tablet and he blinked. Huh, she figured him out quickly.

There was something brilliant in her. A buzzing well of intelligence. Donnie was an intellectual, he looked at facts and always thought of himself as rational. He looked at skills rather than who came from where.

“Do you want to stay here and work with me?”

“I’d prefer that.”

He nodded. “Can you read lips?”

“When people speak slowly and the lights good then somewhat. I only got a few words when your brothers tried to save me. Thank you for that.”

Donnie smiled. He really wanted to talk more with her. “What did you learn from your father’s studies?”

They ended up discussing philosophy and sciences up to the early morning. Truly, Donnie decided this was the best birthday he ever had. He woke up at about noon with Kara sprawled on top of his chest and snoring lightly. Her mouth was open and she was drooling a little.

He stared a little. She was beautiful. And very soft against his body. And small. She was a good two feet shorter than him. He absolutely loved their conversation last night. She refused to let him sleep anywhere else for the sake of keeping appearances and in the light of the sun he didn’t regret it.

There was a short snorty snore and Kara opened her eyes. She looked at him and her eyes focused. Immediately she sat up in a slight panic. Donnie also sat up and touched her shoulder then gestured her to calm down. It was okay.

He got up and went to find a maid to bring Kara something to wear. The servants were in a rush cleaning and preparing everything for the 2nd night of the celebrations dedicated to Leo.

He found one servant and asked when she had time to bring a chiton to his room for Kara. Then he returned to the girl that was thrust into his hands.

This time they started swapping childhood stories. She was fascinated with how it was growing up around the gods. He told her of the eternal rivalry between Raf and Leon. How Angelo refused to eat his dinner because he hated some vegetable in it and hid the plate under his bed. Then he forgot about it and they only discovered the secret when it started to smell. She laughed at that and Donnie was charmed once more with her laughter.

In exchange she shared a few events in her life as well. How she would escape the servants at her house to climb trees and catch beetles in their backyard. Her mother would be furious with her but her father would only laugh, pulling sticks out of her hair then carrying her to show her the stars at night.

Donnie almost could see how this girl might have really been sent to him by Aphrodite.

"I wish for you to be able to converse with me without having to write," he said on their second day together.

Leon's party was a hit but everyone was gearing towards Raf's.

"I actually thought of that," she wrote back.

He looked at her curiously. She smiled brightly, eager to tell him her idea. "A special language for people like me."

He was even more curious. She then demonstrated. A language where words are demonstrated by a hand gesture. That was brilliant!

"Teach me." He wrote.

It was such a simple, yet complex concept! Leon would definitely want to get on it. Being representative of Athena and all.

They were so engrossed in it together that he completely lost track of time and Raf had to drag him to the party. And while he gladly celebrated his brother, he couldn't stop himself from wanting to go back to Kara.

<Tomorrow night,> he tried this new language when he finally was with her again. <It's last night.>

<The party?> She looked at him, happy how quickly he picked her idea up.

<Yes.>

Kara nodded. She took the tablet and wrote. "The people in the temple are talking and I think the guests are too."

"About what?"

"How instead of bedding me we just talk."

"How do you know?"

"One of your apprentices, he stumbled here a bit drunk and wrote it. That the servants keep changing clean sheets and that the general who found me might suggest you are rejecting 'the gift'."

He read the words carefully. It would be a problem.

"Does it bother you?"

"That we haven't done anything yet? Maybe a little? Like am I not your type? Can you even like be with someone?"

He snorted. "I think you are gorgeous. Insanely smart. And yes, I can, if my brothers are any indication."

He made a face thinking back to the many times he managed to walk in on Angelo who lived up to the reputation of Dionysus' favorite. Each time he wanted to remove his eyeballs from his head. Leo had a wife and he knew of a few extra steady partners of other genders back in Athens. Raf had just one partner in Sparta. Donnie was the last one. He didn't mind being alone. His work in Hephaestus' forge was taking a lot of his time and attention. He didn't have time to pay attention to the advances of the humans towards him. Well, that wasn't entirely true but some wounds are better not touched.

Kara read the tablet, then glanced at him. Then tossed the tablet aside and pulled him down to her. Her lips crashed over his. At first he was too shocked to react but then…

Her chiton was too easy to remove. Her skin was hot under his touch. Her stomach, her thighs. Her sopping wet core. She was so tight, so responsive. Gods, she was so good. He was so engrossed in her he didn't notice the nightfall. That Angelo came looking for him and left laughing. That the party went on without him.

The image of her on top of him, under him, all around him burned into his mind. They collapsed before sunrise. He swore he would leave the most generous offering to Aphrodite after tonight.

Kara, tired and somehow the happiest she has ever been snuggled to his side. She also thought that she should make some sort of offering.

#tmnt greek au #donnie x kara #donnie x oc #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2016 #tmnt fanfiction #donatello x oc #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt raphael #eve scribbles

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