#alabaster x jason

[phoenix--flying]

Is jason and alabaster a thing cuz alabaster who joined the ta to overthrow the gods, vowed to never bow to the olympians vs jason who tried his best at following the rules and did favours for the gods sounds kinda fun.

Also may i present an (sort of)arranged marriage au of them where after the ta was defeated and alabaster, instead of being banished by zeus, hera actually steps in and force him to be jason’s guard/protector/servant since she knows what she’s about to do. It doesn’t have to be a marriage necessarily but this au involves hera and I just want to spice it up. Sorry if this is incoherent, this truly came to me 10 minutes ago like a vision and boinked me in the head

oooo idk bro i just love rule follower x fuck the rules/i make my own rules and that is exactly what jason/alabaster seems like LMFAOOO

there is one work tagged jason/alabaster on ao3 and it's called Quintessence by amallpena, I have yet to read it but! It may be your cup of tea anon!

also i am snatching up this arranged marriage au hello i love that. as with many tropes, i have a love hate relationship with arranged marriage it needs to be done right or it sucks LMAO

But Alabaster Torrington, former general of Kronos/Saturn being the bodyguard/servant/betrothed to Jason Grace, son of Jupiter and Praetor of Camp Jupiter? thats some drama its good i love it and im here for it

this poses the question, however, does Alabaster remain at Camp Jupiter when Jason is brought to CHB? Or does he go with him and have to face the campers he fought against only a few months ago?

Both are full of flavour imo, because if he stays at CJ then you know PERCY but if he goes to CHB then theres Annabeth, Chris, Clarisse, all these faces of people who know him as an enemy, maybe even as someone they trusted, as Kronos' general, etc, etc. People he betrayed who probably blame him for a lot of their casualties. People he himself doesn't like, people he blames for his casualties. He left this camp because he didn't have a place in it, thats not going to change suddenly just because Hecate has a cabin because he betrayed the camp.

anyways

[avaetin]

Ace of Hearts

Commissioned from @coma-chang

Meaning in Cartomancy and Tarot: "True Heart"

Ace of Hearts represents the House of true heart. It means happiness and prosperity of people living in this house.

Cards of Fate: Masterlist

[readbyred]

Someone thinks you're a couple

With Pjo/HoO faves (at least ones I know how to write)

You’d think Piper is chill with that stuff, but if she's crushing strong on you, she will not be normal about this. Stays silent after the person you're speaking to called her your girlfriend. Literally says nothing and just observes your reaction. Like, to see if you're uncomfortable with it, if you correct them at all, if you also get nervous. Outside, she's chill but believe me, she's going to be overthinking this before going to sleep

Jason is an interesting case. Well, at least he’d be amusing, I think. Because his first instinct is to pipe up and be like ‘no, actually-’. But then it also hits him that he doesn't want you to think he wouldn't want to be your partner. But also he’s not trying to make it seem like he’s pushing you into this uncomfortable situation? Please, save this man before he gets too wrapped up in whatever the hell he’s trying to say. Needless to say, the other person will be more confused than before

When it happens to Reyna, she wants to be logical about it. Just say the truth and move on with the conversation. Keyword - wants. Because she can get absolutely smitten and then the next thing you know she’s looking away and her face is heating up. Of course, she maintains most of her composure, but she’ll be a little bit awkward for the rest of the day. Damn that stranger for putting those ideas into her head

With Alabaster, it really depends on the timing. The dude is largely sleep-deprived and on the verge of being killed most of the time. So he really does not pay attention to things like this if he suspects you two might be in danger (more so than usual). If things are moderately okay and you two are relatively safe though?? Oh, you know it gets awkward. He can be really outspoken if he has to, but he can turn into a mess just as easily. He sort of pauses glances at you, and attempts to explain that you two are not together. At some point, you don't even know what he’s saying. He doesn't know either. You just know that he’s stressed. Poor guy doesn't even get one peaceful moment smh

I saved the worst for the last which would be Octavian. The bitch fucking scoffs. Yes, he might like you but this is not important right now, because this stranger is assuming things and making stuff up. And he’ll let them know this much. Rolls his eyes because some people really don't know how to mind their own business. And they didn't even get it right. He genuinely didn't know why would you even be upset with his reaction. He was in the right, after all

[aroaceleovaldez]

emo Nico x scene Will Solace...

[goblinwithartsupplies]

Pjo x dc

Mostly Billy Batson

Hear me out. Captain Marvel/Billy Batson is aware of the Greek gods for obvious reasons.

However he isn’t aware of camp half blood and the fact demigods are still around.

The demigods are very aware of Captain Marvel. Lots of them are jealous of him because he is gets special treatment. A lot of campers think he’s some ancient son of Zeus. Luke castellan wanted to punch him because Captain Marvel had mercury’s blessing.

Captain Marvel/ Billy is basically the gods errand boy. He protects magical places and fixes magic problems. But only when they interact to closely with other pantheons and other magical spheres.

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Billy is a son of Hermes. He doesn't figure out he's a demigod until he comes across Hermes while being captain marvel.

Billy is captain marvel and has to do something with Hermes and they have to be discreet. So Billy powers down. And suddenly Hermes is staring at his 10 year old son.

Hermes: yea we're going to be subtle here. I don't think a 6'4" champion of the gods is going to be very subtle.

Captain Marvel: oh no problem. SHAZAM!

Billy: this subtle enough?

Hermes: BILLY?!?!

Billy: how'd you know my name?

Hermes: I'm not sure how to tell you this kiddo but l'm your father.

Billy a homeless child who has seen weirder at this point: cool can I have some money? I'm sorta homeless.

Hermes pulling out a pamphlet for camp half blood: I have a better idea.

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Hermes actually takes Billy to camp personally. The entire camp had an aneurism when they found out that not only Captain Marvel a demigod he’s also like 12.

The Hermes cabin looks at Billy who has been overworked since he became Captain Marvel and is terrified he’ll turn out like Luke. Connor actually gives Billy Luke’s old bunk.

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The Hecate cabin loves Billy because they get to talk about how annoying Constantine is and how awesome Zatana is.

This love strengthens when Billy finds Alabaster running around and Billy lets Alabaster stay in the cave of wonders. (They miss their brother)

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Percy meets Captain Marvel

Percy: so you have the strength of Hercules? AND the stamina of Atlas?

Captain Marvel: yep! I’ve even met them.

Percy pulling out riptide: so have I. You ever heard of Zöe Nightshade?

Captain marvel: no….

Percy: thought not. So the next time you see Hercules you’re gonna…

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Annabeth: the wisdom of SOLOMON! What’s wrong with the wisdom of Athena?!

Billy: I don’t know he isn’t even Greek or Roman! I’m just as confused! Some of them three of them aren’t even gods! They’re demigods and a titan!

Annabeth: and you’re blessed by Mercury but you’re a son of Hermes!

Billy: I know! He says I’m a walking headache.

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Some villain: HA I’ve depowerd you Captain Marvel! Now that you’ve lost your ability to fly you won’t be able to stop me!

Billy: yeah about that. Maia! *winged sneakers start to fly*

Some villain: oh come on!

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the justice league is oddly connected to the gods

Lois Lane is a Daughter of Apollo. Superman gets his powers from the sun think about it.

Oliver Queen and Roy Harper while not demigods are favored by Apollo. Apollo gave them the gift of clear sight. Apollo has flirted with both of them and Lois hates it.

Batfam are demigods mostly of various minor gods. The mist around Gotham is really weak. Most Gotham demigods never go to camp because Gotham has its own system for demigods. Gotham demigods are aware of ALL the pantheons.

Bruce is a Roman legacy of Nox (Nyx) and Pavor (Phobos). Self explanatory. He only served a few years in camp Jupiter saying that he had a mortal life to deal with aka Batman stuff.

Alfred has a small altar dedicated to Hestia/Vesta both in the kitchen and by a fireplace in the batcave

Steph is such a Hermes kid. Cluemaster is her step father but she didn’t know that until she was claimed. She is a distant legacy of Apollo through her mother.

Dick is a son of Hebe. He never looks over 23. His parents are still his parents it’s more of a 3 parents situation.

Jason is a son of Nemesis and a legacy of the Celtic god Ogma (knowledge god) I also like the idea of him being a son of Hermes. Imagine Hermes picking up Jason’s soul when he died.

Tim is a distant legacy of Athena and a son of Nike.

Harley Quinn is a defendant of Dionysus specifically of his god of madness form.

[sunshines-child]

I have nothing to do so here's me ranking Nico ships

Solangelo: 7/10 The canon interactions were not good. I'm giving this a pretty high rating because where Rick lacks is where fanfiction writers make up. (Solangelo fanfics can be freakishly good. They gave more backstory than Rick ever did) Percico: 8/10 The age gap when you really put it down can be a little funky, but my gods, if you write it right, you can make this ship some of the most poetic, tragic, gut-wrenching fanfics put down into words. (I prefer heavy one-sided tragedy but any suffice, really) Jasico: 7.5/10 it's a pretty nice one honestly, and you cannot tell me Jason and Nico didn't have SOMETHING going on. Not as high as Percico because most of the stories written are all fluff and comfort, and I'm more of a "make it hurt" type of fanfiction writer/reader. Valdangelo: 5.5/10 I've never found really good fanfiction over this ship. They rarely interact, and unlike Solangelo, the fanfiction writers don't usually make up for it with some funky AUs and whatnot. I can imagine some pretty fun scenarios with this though. Alabaster: 9/10 GOOD LORD @drksanctuary you have dragged me into a pit I cannot crawl out of. You can get every. single. type. of. fanfiction. from this ship, whether it's so kinky it makes you gasp (*cough* @avaetin and @drksanctuary *cough*), really gut-wrenching, or sweet. It's got the variety that I like. (-1 because they've sadly never properly interacted so we have no real land to build the house on) (I will shut up now.) Obligatory Nion: 9/10 @avaetin You are an evil lady. Your fanfiction alone has fueled my entire brainrot. There isn't even side fanfiction about him! You fuel this ship alone, and I'm all for it. (I have so, so many AU's over these two.) (Like my beautiful fish people AU that I posted the premise about previously) I hate any ship of Nico with a female, and yes this includes Percicobeth (or anything along those lines). Quit making Nico "find out he's bisexual because of Annabeth/Rachel/Piper/etc.", he's literally confirmed gay. Wow this is really long.

[sevenhundredyears]

lost trio in the ta au

So I have this au where there is this child AND legacy of Apollo on the andromeda, right, and they see in a vision the lost trio just doing their thing. Somehow they get the kids full names, and the ta is just like: fuck it, let’s kidnap the children.

so the lost trio gets kidnapped (the ta already knows about camp Jupiter ) and it’s basically they can go anywhere on the ship just don’t leave.

and it takes a while, after many sleepovers, they trust both each other and several members of the ta.

Leo also convinces Beckendorf not to blow up the ship, which is nice

after the Hera Incident, they slowly get all their memories back of the ship.

and it is amazing because these really sweet kids suddenly are like trained assassins with a weird grudge against Percy Jackson and no one really knows what’s going on anymore.

Also the three of them are dating. No questions.

[drksanctuary]

I Added Annabeth and Piper!! (They are Gfs 💕) no heteronormative couples allowed in my AU

[rosealiceroyal]

Nico’s grief had a name, and its name was Jason Grace.

For: Jasico Week 2023

Language: English Words: 8,020 Chapters: 4/4 Kudos: 2 Hits: 13

[dontspillthefrijoles43]

Lost Hero VII - Breisa

Digging into the past

Word count: 5720

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Trauma, Spoilers for pjo, the Gods being dicks, titan army, teenagers dealing with trauma (while also being teenagers)

Summary: The past can be a tricky thing, but it holds so much for the future...Especially hints for a quest...Or Lou shares some of her past, and Breisa reluctantly shares hers.

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Lou hadn’t said a word the whole way back to the cabin.

Breisa was waiting for yelling and scolding.

 All there was silence, except for the rest of her siblings. 

She desperately wanted something, anything to happen.

They finally made it to the cabin. Her anxiety was spiking.

“Alright lights out for the little demon spawns. Oldest cabin members get to stay up for another hour. Everyone should still get dressed for bed.” Lou called out to the cabin members. 

Everyone began to make their way to their respective bunks or rooms. 

Miranna paused, while the rest of their siblings kept going, and looked at Breisa with those big emerald eyes. “Good luck.” She gave her a hug. 

Breisa could only pat her back awkwardly. Miranna pulled away and headed off with the rest. 

It was only Lou and Breisa standing in the middle of the cabin. 

She waited for her to start screaming at her for accepting the quest: how it was a stupid idea, that she had basic knowledge on how to control her powers–How everything seemed to be bad about this quest. 

But Lou only sighed, “You should get ready too. This is gonna be a long night.” She made her way to one of the book shelves and pulled a red book out. A doorway opened next to Breisa “I’ll be waiting in my room.” 

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After a minute of struggling to find the hidden bathrooms, which ironically was hidden in the main sitting room of the cabins. 

Breisa had taken a hot shower, changed into a cotton flannel pattern sweats and a plain gray t-shirt. She had just finished her bed routine (hair and teeth). She then made her way out of her room and went towards Lou’s room. 

She peaked her head through the doorway and there in the middle laid a queen sized bed with a constellation themed blanket and black valet pillows. Near the bed was a mini shelf with books, potions, and Knick knacks (crystals, leaves, spices, feathers, etc).

Lou sat there, in her own pajamas, on the floor with a big leather bound book. She looked to be halfway through with it. 

Breisa knocked on the doorway. 

“Come in.” Lou said without looking up from the book. 

Breisa walked in, she plopped on the floor next to Lou, and waited.

Lou read for another minute or two, then slammed the book shut. 

Breisa jumped slightly at the sound, looked at her curious and startled, waiting for an outburst. 

“If you’re expecting me to forbid you from going or yell at you for taking on this quest. I can’t.” Lou placed the book down, “I should, but I can’t. It’s not fair to you. Especially since you don’t know everything.”

“What do you mean?” Breisa tilted her head at Lou. 

“You remember when I mentioned the great prophecy? How Kronos arise? ” Lou asked. Breisa nodded. “Well he didn’t do it on his own…”

Lou trailed off, her eyes began to glow, and she opened her palms. A blue mist flowed through her hands and fogged up the room. 

The room began to change: All of Lou’s stuff along the walls began to melt away. Images of a forest replaced the missing items along the walls. It was like 4D movie projectors making the images form.

The first scene played out:

A kid was running through the forest, she had dark hair and green eyes. She wore a band tee that was tattered from the bottom, and leggings with beat up sneakers. Tightly hung on her shoulders was a military style pack. 

As her face became the focusing point, scars were around her cheeks. Her nose actually looked familiar. The shape of her face too. The way her hair was styled, it was so similar to someone Breisa knew.

It was…it was..

“Lou! It’s you!” Breisa realized. 

“Yes, it is. Now watch.” Lou tried not to break her concentration. 

Younger Lou, maybe about thirteen or fourteen years old. She looked scared. 

Something roared in the distance. She gasped and dove under a log, crawled behind the thick part to hide.

“I smell you demigod!” Something growled, it moved with heavy footsteps, “You can’t hide from me!”

Trees toppled as it got closer. The beast had a form of giant. Only thing you could make out was its legs. It stopped and sniffed the air. Slowly it leaned downwards, trying to find the scent. It inched closer to Lou’s hiding spot. 

Lou whimpered and covered her mouth to hide her sounds, tears streaking down her cheeks. She sank closer to the ground, trying to stay hidden.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. It was so close, it had to have seen her.

She felt the ground tremble as it moved closer. 

“I thought I was done for.” Lou murmured, “I really thought I was going to be monster chow…then—”

It snorted in confusion. It grumbled in annoyance and shot away from young Lou, then the thing stomped off.

“I’ll find that demigod.” It muttered, trees toppling as it moved upwards. 

Lou let out a shuddering breath, she rose up slowly. 

She looked at the fallen trees, they were giant footsteps embedded into the ground. Whatever that thing was, it was gone now. It had to be.

 It looked like she didn’t wanna stick around, she turned the other way— and came face to face with the tip of a sword.

“Don’t move.” The person holding the sword ordered. Lou froze not knowing what else to do. 

He towered over her. He looked built from arms and legs, but the rest of him was lean. A gold cover, like a bullet vest, was strapped onto his shoulders with shoulder plates; it covered his torso.

His hair was brunette, it reached his neck. He had green emerald  eyes, cold and calculated. There were bags underneath them, sleep must’ve not been a thing for him. Last was the freckles scattered around his face—would have made him look cheerful: if his lips weren’t curled up in a sneer.

“You’ve got ten seconds to tell me who you are, before I slit your throat and leave you to bleed out on the ground.” He pointed the tip of the sword to her neck.

Taking that threat very much to the heart Lou threw her hands up in surrender, “My name is Lou Ellen black stone. I don’t want any trouble. I’m just trying to get away from the monsters.”

The boy studied her with precision and gritted teeth. “Where did you come from? Are you one of those scum  from Camp half-blood?”

“I don’t know what that is.” Lou tried not to let her voice waver, kind of hard when there’s blade on her vocal cords. “I’ve been on my own for a while. I’ve been hiding and trying to stay alive. Honest. I don’t know where or what camp-half-blood is.”

He kept the sword at her neck for another moment. “You’re telling the truth.” He released her.

“No point in lying when you’re faced with certain death.” Lou said without thinking. 

She expected the sword to slash across her neck, but the boy only balked out in amusement.

“Exactly. I don’t know why everyone lies to my face. No wonder they’re dead.” He grinned  maniacally. “All and all it is for a good reason. This war will give us Half-Bloods what we deserve once and for all. I can just picture it;  Alabaster C. Torrington, son of Hecate, greatest Greek warrior of the Titan army.” 

“¡NO MAMES WEY!” Breisa gaped like a fish, “He’s a child of hecate?!”

Lou strained and the mist swirled into a blurred image of him, “Yes. Alabaster was. But he was also vengeful of the other gods. He respected and admired mom greatly. But he believed that we deserve more. To an extent he was right. Yet he chose all the wrong actions.” 

Lou regained her concentration, the image cleared, and Alabaster turned towards Lou in the image. 

Younger Lou looked intimidated. 

“I have no use to kill you. You’re not the enemy…Clearly…” He stared her down before she could be offended, “Why did you come here?”

Lou shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, “It sounds kind of crazy.” 

“Try me.” Alabaster challenged putting his sword in a holster that she hadn’t noticed before. 

She hesitated at first, but carefully spoke, “I’ve been chased by all kinds of things since a year ago, I’ve seen things I’ve never noticed before. I don’t think I am normal. And for a while I’ve been having weird dreams of a ferret leading me somewhere. Somewhere safe, for the most part. I don’t know why but I think this is the place.”

His eyes lit up like he solved a puzzle piece. 

“Mother, I sense your ambitions.” He spoke aloud to no one in particular. 

Lou eyed him while taking some steps back, “Okay….I can’t tell who's crazier, you or me?”

Albester gave her a look and she shut up, “It will all make sense soon…I want to propose an offer to you.” 

“Man I’m not doing whatever you’re thinking of.” She scrunched her face in disgust. 

Alabaster blushed with humiliation and wore the same gross-out face, “I was not implying that.”

“You thought, you weirdo.” She scoffed.

He rolled his eyes, “I meant that I can offer you protection, knowledge, and unimaginable skill. Control over those skills as well.”

“There is a catch, right? There has to be a catch?” Lou deadpanned, pulling on the straps of her pack.

He hummed thoughtfully, “I wouldn’t exactly call it a catch…”

“If you’re saying it like that it makes it sound even more sketchy.” Lou attempted to sound confident but her voice wavered.

“How about I put it this way— Aren’t you tired of bad things happening to you? Or all the things you wish you knew about yourself were known? Maybe if the monsters stopped coming? Just to understand who you are?”

 She froze, taking in his words.

 “See my people, we’re trying to solve all those problems. We’re trying to fight those who put us here. Who left us in the dark with the unknown. The power that left us in the dust and  to fend for ourselves. They could have stopped us from raising our voices. They have been fighting for us since then.”

Alabaster circled her, “We need more help though on our side. I believe that you can be of much help. If you take my offer that is.”

Lou didn’t seem so keen on the idea; she looked like she was having an internal battle with herself.

“Where else Can you go? Not a lot of places can make offers like this. Especially with what you are.” He inquired, “If you’re having so much trouble with this…then I might as well leave you to the monsters.”

He turned a heel and began walking away.

 Not bluffing in any way. 

He made it just a few feet when Lou called out “WAIT!”

Alabaster halted, waiting for a good reason. 

Lou breathed in, “I…I accept your offer.”

Alabaster hummed pleased with her, and said “I have a lot to show you. First you have to meet our leader…let’s just say he’s an interesting guy.”

“You joined him?!” Breisa exclaimed, “How-Why?- What?”

Lou huffed, “It wasn’t one of my proudest moments, ok? I didn’t know there was another option. Alabaster drew me in and their leader manipulated me into the Titan army. They made me believe that I was fighting for myself and for what demigods wanted. When I was actually fighting for them.”

The blue mist whirled and melted into a new image:

 Another tall guy, almost at college age, with a muscular build. He had short-cropped sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, a sharp nose, and a mischievous look etched into his face. He was pale with resemblance to a ghost. From the bottom of his eye was a white scar carved all the way down to his cheek. 

“That’s Luke Castellan. The head of the Titan army.” Lou seemed to be shaking as she spoke, “After a quest had gone wrong, it led him to the darkness. He swore an oath and pledged his life to Kronos, ”

The mist swirled again and —a young, tan less pale, Luke stood by an apple tree. In his hands he held a golden apple, and swung his sword at something: A dragon jumped suddenly and clawed his face. Right where the scar on his pale counterpart was. 

“He wanted revenge on Olympus and his father for the life they gave him. Under Kronos he found others that were like him. Most of them, unclaimed demigods.”

Luke stood above hundreds and hundreds of demigods, stone cold as they raised their swords to him. 

“They had built up and continued to grow in power with Luke. When Alabaster found me and others, the puzzle was nearly done. They trained and trained us until we were to perfection.”

Lou stood in Greek armor, right in the center of Field. 

All at once, different warriors jumped at her, circling around her with weapons. 

“Páli!” Someone called from the sidelines.

Her palms glowed and her eyes matched with red. Floating above them, she took them all down without a single graze.

“PALI!” Some yelled, “You must do it again. Your strategy needs to be perfect!”

Lou pant exhausted, but then regained herself and nodded to the person shouting. Then she took off running. 

“Finally we planned our first attack. We took Camp-half-blood by surprise.”

A boulder shaped like a fist stood in the clearing of a forest. The same forest that nearly surrounded the camp.

There were kids in orange shirts in battle armor, they didn’t even have a second to position themselves—The ground exploded with monsters and demigods in opposing battle armor.

Swords clashed, monsters snarled, and the ground shook as the dead raised. War had begun 

Lou fought and knocked down demigods in a row with her magic mist. 

“We truly thought we were enemies. We were all two sides of the same coin.” 

A demigod came at Lou, she blocked them with her sword and he landed on his butt. She raised her weapon ready to strike when the kid looked up in fear. 

She stopped. 

“At that moment I was thinking that this kid is like me. Scared. On defense. Willing to kill someone because they might kill them first.”

Lou gripped the hilt of her sword, tense and frozen in striking position. The kid didn’t seem to be hellbent on moving.

A shriek caught both of their attention–the ground exploded once more. 

Snakes hissed and twisted above its head, its dark leathery wings stood out stretched. It had a scorpion tail that was oozing with venom. The upper part of it was a humanoid medusa fusion, and the bottom half was shaped like a centaur– except instead of a horse it was a dragon. 

She cracked a whip and shrieked again, “Kill the demigods!”

From Lou’s point of view you could see two demigods, decked out in greek armor and weapons, charging towards she-beast; A girl with familiar blond hair and gray eyes, and a boy by her side with black hair and sea green eyes.

“Percy and Annabeth, they had no trouble diving into battle, sacrificing their lives for the camp. It hit to me… If we were fighting for our greater …Why were we forced to learn all the combat mentally? Why were we pushed to the breaking point? Why were we slaving away for them, bringing back new recruits and risking our lives?”

The mist formed from Lou progressively  fighting till exhaustion. Getting pushed to her limits. Beaten and getting back up without any choice. 

“After that battle, the war climbed to its peak. I felt conflicted. All these questions were constantly on my mind. But I didn’t have the courage to act on it. So I stayed quiet and did what I had to do. I also protected those who were like me, as much as I could anyway…All the way until the war ended.”

Breisa fidget nervously with a loose pant leg, “How did it end?…The war I mean…”

Lou sighed. “It ended with a lot of sacrifice. From both sides. Percy Jackson. He fought tooth and nail to protect this place. They all did. Chiron, Gover, Nico, Clarisse, Beckford, Silena, Rachel…It goes on. But Percy, Annabeth, and Ethan, they were the ones that ended it all.

The kid from before-black hair and sea green eyes, Percy…fighting Luke…his eyes glowed an unnatural gold and his skin was so thin and  ghostly pale.

A shudder overcame Breisa at the sight of possessed Luke—something about someone taking over their entire being was disturbing…and familiar.

The scene changed to a teen with an eyepatch striking Kronos in the neck (who looked mildly betrayed). The blade shattered at the impact and pierced through his armor, the kid grabbed his side in pain.

“Ethan did not end up surviving that strike. The blade went through his stomach. With his last seconds of life his death wish was for all minor gods to be treated better.” Lou’s voice quivered with pain. 

Then Annabeth distracted Kronos with what seemed to be defense sword fighting, tears flowing down her cheeks but her stormy death glare gave no sympathy towards him. She was shouting things to him, and his eyes flickered between gold and sky blue eyes.

“Luke managed to gain most of his consciousness…and he killed Kronos. Like Ethan, he pleaded for all the unclaimed to never go through what he did.” Lou said in a dead voice. 

The mist of Luke faded into a giant building reaching to the sky, where a Greek palace stood.

“When Percy went to Olympus he demanded both Ethan’s and Luke’s terms. The gods agreed to their terms and swore an oath to respect them. And that’s the full story of how we, the unclaimed, got here.” 

Lou’s eyes faded back to normal, the mist from her palms evaporated, and the images disappeared. 

She slumped a bit and reached to rub her temples, “Ooh- I really gotta cut my stories short. That spell takes a lot out of me. Nothing a little healing tea can’t fix.”

Breisa seemed lost in her thoughts as she processed everything Lou told her. 

“Stupid spell, taking more energy than it should.” Lou complained, her voice seemed distant.

After a minute of her sibling’s frustration grumbling, Breisa said, “Were you happy ?”

“...Was I happy?” She echoed, looking at Breisa confused.

“When you got here. After everything.”

“Truthfully, no. I hated this place at first. I even tried to run away a couple of times.” 

“What made you change your mind?” Breisa’s curiosity was showing.

“Mom did.” She answered earnestly, “She said that this was our chance to be safe. That I was no longer a child of war, nor my siblings. For the time being. be prepared for the future. Our kin was coming, with power so chaotic. That person will have to face the greatest enemy. And they would need all the support and help from me and my siblings…I think she was talking about you.”

“So…even though you didn’t know me, you decided to throw yourself as the next Yoda, in another possible war against the enemy?” Breisa said slowly, trying to get clarity. 

“Ok first of all when you put it like that it sounds ridiculous.” Lou puffed. “Second of all, When it comes to being a demigod, there is a lot of baggage. Dangerous supernatural baggage. Having to deal with that on your own, it’s a lot. I didn’t want another sibling to go through what I went through. What we all went through. No one deserves that.”

Breisa felt her heart pang, how could someone she barely knew give so much support and sisterly love to her. She didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve to be a demigod. 

In fact, none of them deserve all the bad that  happened to them. 

“If mom knew about me,why wasn’t she there? Why didn’t she save you guys? If she’s this all powerful god, how come she's not helping ? Aren’t we her children?” She ranted to Lou, frustration evident in her voice. 

“Gods could not tamper with our fate. The fates plan out our lives. And control over a god’s life. Our life must go according to what it is. Even if they know of our futures. It could lead to drastic consequences if we mess with fortunes. Or the gods sometimes just don’t care” Lou bitterly explained, “Trust me. I’ve had this argument.” 

Briesa didn’t try to hide her disappointment, “So that’s it. I have to go through with this quest without anything. Probably die trying. And possibly end the world.” 

“Not necessarily…” Lou murmured,”I showed you my past so you could understand the dangers. But through the dangers we pulled through. That’s why I want to break down the lines of the prophecy and look into your past.”

“I’m sorry, what now?” Breisa questioned, her head turned up right towards her sister.

“Daughter of twin torches sought to defend. Darkness, fraught in her pieces; Can she amend?’ ” Lou quoted, “Remember those lines?”

“Of course I remember! Scary world ending prophecy! Who could forget that?!” She snapped, “How is looking in my past going to help?!”

“I think you’re ‘pieces’ mean things that make up you. The little things that are you usually come from the past.” Lou explained, “We might find the answers for this quest there.”

Breisa gave her uneasy look. 

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Lou reassured, stressfully rubbing her temples, “There might be another way to find out about the quest…maybe? I might have time…”

Breisa could feel anxiety radiating off Lou, she was suppressing it.

 ‘There isn’t enough time for her to find something. Right now might be the only chance. She is trying to hide it.’

Breisa sighed, “I can do it. We can look into my past… But only what’s important.” 

“Are you sure?” Lou questioned, very solemn. “We really don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

She breathed in and exhaled slowly, “I’m sure.” 

“Ok.” Lou walked over to a shelf  and grabbed a silver bowl resting on it, “You need to drink this if we're going to look into your past.” She handed it to Breisa

 She cupped the bowl with her palms, “What is this?” 

“It’s a drink that is supposed to help clear your mind and project your spell casting abilities.” Lou explained, “I made it out of my own herbs. To help show the vision.”

Breisa peaked at the bowl, it was filled a quarter way with  mossy green liquid. “It smells like rainwater and earth.” She tipped it into her mouth, and drank it; quickly her face turned sour, she choked down the liquid.“Ugh! ¡Sabe como nopales!”

Lou grinned a little, “It’s not the best tasting thing in the world. It has more power for mind and body.” 

“I won’t have to be tasting more of that right?” Breisa stuck out her tongue in disgust as she handed the bowl back.

“No. The hard part hasn’t started.” Lou informed, “This spell is not easy to cast. I need you to close your eyes and focus. And I need you to trust me.”

“Ok.” She closed her eyes and tried to keep her mind clear.

“Open your palms outwards. I want you to think of today. Everything that’s happened to you from morning to past few hours.” 

Breisa thought of the morning waking up late and falling off the bed. Rushing to get ready and make it to the bus for the field trip. Not having time to properly brush her hand, getting laughed at and teased by the barbies. Weird dreams.  Leo being a jack-ass. Seeing a goddess. Almost dying twice. Landing at camp half-blood. Using powers she didn’t know she had.

“Now I want you to imagine that everything you’re seeing is being pushed from your brain and attach it to the outside.”

Breisa felt her head ache, her palms began to grow warm, and her eyelids twitched. 

“Now think about more things that have happened to you. Everytime you ever felt you’re emotions got the better of you. Something that made you really feel. But keep your control.”

She remembered meeting a boy with brunette curly hair during lunch, when no one else would sit next to her. He had dark eyes, pointed ears, toothy grin, and rich brown skin. He spoke English as he introduced himself, he understood that common courtesy. Spanish to be sure she understood. When she snapped at him, he got nervous and tried to make her laugh. It worked for a second, she found him somewhat entertaining. But he didn’t know when to stop. He had to keep the joke going. 

She thought about being alone when Tía had dropped her off to the detention ward. When they had searched her and sent her on a prison bus to wilderness school. She only had her jacket backpack filled with the bare minimum, and thick leather strap of the necklace her father had given her.

Then her mind went to her dad. Her dad who always had the warmest smile, strong eyebrows, and crooked nose. Her dad would lift her up when she was down. Her dad who had always danced and sang to Juan Gabriel when he was cooking and cleaning. The same guy with dark lush wavy hair that had started developing gray strands. He had a scruffy beard that he kept in mildly good condition. He always wore a leather pendant with the lady— Guadalupe. He wore it because it reminded him of home. 

Home was very important to him, and he taught her that. 

But then he had to leave home. 

It was Breisa's fault that he had to leave, if she just hadn’t lost control.

Breisa’s eyes snapped open, they glowed unnatural purple.

A scene played out in her mist:

Along a little street in front of a little Knick-knack shop sat dazed, bloody and bruised Breisa. Maybe about ten or twelve years old. (Memories could be fuzzy).

The shop behind her looked like it had been through an earthquake.

Windows were shattered, glass spread across the sidewalk. Over the entrance, the door was slanted off its hinges with claw marks carved into metal.

Inside there were shelves and shelves of wooden and glass objects that had been smashed to the tiles. Cracks spread along the walls and onto the floral tiles. Somewhere mixed with the destroyed objects was gold dust sprinkled everywhere.

Briesa was still lost in her own world.

She snapped out of her daze as dad came speeding down the road. The old pick up truck screeched to a stop.

“¡Mija!” He shouted as he ran up to her and bent down to hold her shoulders, “You’re hurt. Who did this to you? Are you ok?”

She stood silent as her eyes casted down to the floor. “...Dad, I lost control.”

“¿De qué estás hablando? Lost control?” He was confused. Realization occurred to him, “Oh no. Mija…it happened again. Was there anyone inside?”

“I don’t know.” She sniffled, “I tried to keep my cool. They wouldn’t stop. They kept making me mad. They said stuff like ‘Estas maldita! Un bruja! No wonder you don’t have a mom.’  I just couldn’t keep my control. Lo siento.”

He pulled her into a tight hug, “Ay dios. Mi vida I’m so sorry I wasn’t here. It’s not your fault. Les hubiera dado una paliza a esos niños.”

She half snorted and sobbed into his shoulder sleeve, “De verdad?”

“Sí. De verdad.” He smiled half-heartily and patted her back lightly, “We should get going. Who knows who could have seen you. Come on let’s—“

Somewhere nearby a siren wailed in the distance, blue and red lights flashed. 

“Mierda.” Breisa’s dad cursed under his breath. 

A cop car pulled in next to her dad, on the side it read City sheriff. 

An older man— maybe a bit older than dad at the time—with an army buzz haircut stepped out of the car.

Automatically Breisa recognized him. Sheriff Wilson. He gave everyone on this block a hard time.

“Alessandro.” He called, pointing to the shop, “Mind explaining what the hell this is?”

“Breisa, Quédate aquí.” Her dad gave her shoulders a squeeze and went over without his hands above his head.

She watched as they conversed, both getting equally frustrated with one another. She tried to listen to a few words all she could catch was “You people…Justice…served…my only hija…punishment…at least …someone…look after her.” Finally after a few minutes, her dad came back looking relief but defeated.

“Dad? What’s going on?” She asked worriedly.

“Sheriff Wilson…he came to see what caused the damage. Alguien al otro lado…erm…called when the shop came down. I’m guessing someone different, since someone else saw you and called me.” He sighed heavily, “He came with the attention of arresting someone.”

Breisa paled and chewed her lip nervously. 

“But I came with a compromise. Mejor para ti.” He attempted to calm her down as he sat next to her, “We just have to call Tía Celica and wait for her to get here, M’kay?”

Breisa felt her eyes burn as she tried to keep her tears at bay. The scene began to change.

An old car parked on the side of Breisa’s dad’s car and sheriff's car. It looked like a (convertible Breisa wasn’t too familiar with cars), and it was dark blue. A Woman with dark hair tied into a sloppy bun stepped out. She had the same strong brow and crooked nose as her dad. She wore simple jeans and a sweater. 

“Mateo!” She called out to him, “I got your call. I came as soon as I could.”

“Celia, thank god you’re here” Dad sighed exasperated.

“¿Cuánto tiempo tienes? ¿Tienes todo en orden?” She sounded serious.

“Tengo uno o dos días para poner mis documentos oficiales en orden.” He explained, “I can figure all that stuff out. Pero lo que de verdad me preocupa, es mi hija.”

They both turned to Breisa on the curb, her hands ringed together anxiously. She was trying to listen to the conversation.

 “Mateo. ¿Qué más puedes hacer?” Tía Celia put a hand on his shoulder and lead them out of earshot. “Esto es lo mejor para ella.” 

“Tiene razón.” He sighed, “Let me just say goodbye.”

He walked over and sat down next to Breisa. 

“What’s going on dad?” She asked, “I heard you and Tìa talking.” 

“Were you able to make out what we said?” 

She shook her head. 

“You need to get better at your Spanish then.” He chuckled softly trying to break the tension. She didn’t even quirk a smile. “But uhm…I am gonna be away for a while. I want you to stay with your Tìa…she’ll take care of you while I am gone.”

“Gone? What do you mean?” Breisa’s eyes frantically look between her dad and Tía near the convertible. 

“It’s part of the compromise I made with the sheriff.” He stared down the cop car, “Instead of him charging and arresting you. He’s gonna take me.”

“No!” She cried, “I don’t want that! He can’t do that! I’m the one who did th—”

“Mija, por favor!” He shushed her, keeping an eye on the sheriff, “This isn’t something I want to argue with you about. This is for your safety. They can’t know what happened. Keeping your emotions under control—it’s very hard. But the minute you lose control. It’s over. I'd rather let them take me than to take you.”

She sniffed trying to keep herself from bawling uncontrollably.  

“There’s something I want you to have.” He pulled something from the pocket of his jacket, “I wanted to give this to you for your birthday, sooner than expected…But it’s so you have something to think of home.”

He outstretched his palm to her. Inside it was a chunky leather necklace strap, it  was connected to a silver centerpiece. Engraved in the bail, that held the centerpiece, were the letters B.P.A. -Breisa’s initials. 

“It’s missing the middle because your mother… she had her own gift to give you.” Her dad seemed wistful. Whenever he talked about mom (which oftentimes) he’d get all heartfelt and nostalgic. “She’d believed at a certain point in your life, this necklace would help you.

‘It would come together for her.’ She’d say. I didn’t have a clue what she meant. But I have a feeling right now is a better time than ever. ”

Breisa stared at his outstretched hand, “Dad…I don’t deserve this. I shouldn’t have this.”

He put his hands on her shoulders. “Mi vida, you deserve everything the world and what I have to offer. Don’t ever think you deserve any less. Eres valiente, inteligente, y hermosa. Te quiero mucho, mija…don’t ever forget that, ok?”

“Ok.” She said, as the tears flowed down her cheeks and she grasped the necklace from him. 

The mist swirled and made Breisa’s vision fade away. She couldn’t stop herself from crying. Even when Lou jumped up and hugged her. 

~

Later she had calmed down. Still Lou was apologizing profoundly. “I’m sorry. That was too much. I shouldn’t have pushed you to have a vision. Especially one like that.”

“It’s ok.” Breisa reassured, although more for Lou than herself. “We found what we needed. Or at least something that could help me on this quest.”

She held up the necklace from the vision with the same chunky leather strap and silver bail with her initials. And in the centerpiece, instead of it being empty, it held a piece of stone with a weird inscription carved into it. 

“We could figure it out in the morning.” Lou promised as she placed her book and bowl back, “You should head to bed.”

“Yeah, I will.” Breisa walked out from Lou’s room, “Night Lou.” 

“Night.” She called back.

As Breisa wandered down the hallway, she glanced at the necklace continuously.

 Somehow she could feel small energy, almost like her magic, emitting from the necklace.

-

Translations

NO MAMES WEY - No fucking way

Sabe como nopales - tastes like catus

Mija- darling (Platonic term of indearment)

¿De qué estás hablando? - What are you talking about?

Bruja- witch

Lo siento- I'm sorry

Ay dios - Oh my god

Mi vida- My life

Les hubiera dado una paliza a esos niños - I would have beaten those kids up

De verdad?- Really

Mérida- shit

Quédate aquí- stay here

Mejor para ti- better for you

Cuánto tiempo tienes? - How much time do you have

¿Tienes todo en orden? - do you have everything in order

Tengo uno o dos días para poner mis documentos oficiales en orden - I have a day or two to get everything in order

Pero lo que realmente me preocupa a mi hija - But what really worries me is my daughter

¿Qué más puedes hacer? - what else could you do?

Esto es lo mejor para ella- This is better for her

Tiene razón - you're right

Eres valiente, inteligente, y hermosa - you're brave, smart, and beautiful

Te quiero mucho, mija - I love you so much, dear

(A/N: Merry Late Christmas 🎄 and Happy New year 🎊 y’all ! Sorry this took so long to update, writers block hit me like a truck. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, I worked really hard to come up with a backstory for breisa and explore more of Lou’s character. I plan to update again in a week or two, still trying to figure out a schedule that works for me - socially awkward nerd :)

[phoenix--flying]

goddamn anon(/aff) has me thinking about alabaster torrington and jason grace while I'm trying to sleep how could you (do it again)

[avaetin]

The keychains arrived!!!

The pairs are chonky, holy–!

The giveaway forms will be opened later, please look out for that.

[thestarstoasun]

Some of my PJO ships & why

Percabeth (Percy/Annabeth - They invented love)

Ruegard (Clarisse/Silena - THE LAST OLYMPIAN, THE PARALLELS, PLS)

Clarisse/Chris (*I do not know their ship name, my bad - The Labyrinth, need I say more?)

Silena/Beckendorf (*Idk if they ever had an official ship name - They were so tragic)

Clarisse/Beckendorf/Silena/Chris (Polycule, bc multishipper really)

Jake Mason/Michael Yew (I have a thousand reasons and I don't think any are canon)

Conchell (Connor/Mitchell - THE FANFICS PLS, but some of them need to remember these are minors pls)

Connor x Malcolm Pace (I saw really cute ship art 1 time and I was sold)

Connor/Mitchell/Malcolm (I think they'd be really cute together and I don't care if it's impractical)

Luke/Lee Fletcher (Lukelee - Honestly, its more of a crack ship for me, but some people on Tumblr have me considering how much)

Luke/Ethan Nakamura (Lukethan - I can't be alone in this, pls)

Theyna (Thalia/Reyna - They would make an awesome QPR, and I thought this even before Reyna was revealed to be aroace. They flirt endlessly if only to enjoy the confused looks on their friends faces)

Tratie (Travis/Katie Gardner - Is there anyone who read the books in the 2010s when the fandom was like super big that doesn't ship them? It's big now, but like, still.)

Tyson/Ella (They deserve the world)

Solangelo (Nico/Will - Tbf, I shipped them since The Last Olympian AS A CRACK SHIP, but A WIN IS A WIN)

Grover/Juniper (Just yes)

Sally/Paul (The King that our Queen Sally Jackson deserves)

Shelper (Shel/Piper - The plot twist I didn't know I needed)

Valgrace (Leo/Jason - When I read The Lost Hero, I just thought "these two idiots could definitely work well together.")

Jasper (Jason/Piper - It isn't my favorite, but I think they're cute together. I hate that their relationship was built on the Gods interference, because neither of them deserved that. I would probably like it more if it didn't start because of Hera.)

Ethabaster (Ethan Nakamura/Alabaster Torrington - The fandom is the reason I ship them mainly tbh. I ship Ethan with Luke more, but Ethan honestly deserves better)

Jercy (Jason/Percy - I have read a single Jercy fanfiction and its kind of growing on me)

Cecil/Lou Ellen (They are literally the idiots in love that annoy Will until he gets with Nico {personal hc}, Love them)

Sherman/Miranda (I didn't think I would like this as much as I do, but its in so many fics I've read I'm low-key a little attached. Like, yeah Sherman show off, get your girl)

Damien/Chiara (I couldn't see them with anyone else tbh, but honestly could possibly change that one day, they will always hold my heart as #1 together though)

Frazel (Frank/Hazel - They are one of the sweetest pairings in the series)

Jason/Percy/Annabeth/Piper (Yes, another poly ship. I've seen this in a few fics and honestly, I think the way its written has grown on me.)

Castor/Will (Literally, because of a single fanfic. They were probably each other's first crushes and didn't even know it)

[slasherhoe87]

Happy Monday honey𓆩♡𓆪

I was wondering if you could write a drabble of Michael Myers where you're dating him and he doesn't know you're into men with balaclava's, until one day he's on your laptop for something and he comes across your tumblr page that is full of guys with balaclava's on and something crawls into his mind.

Maybe smut and Michael being dominate <3

Thank you angel🥰

No problem Megan ❤. Ok!... I'm doing this one before work because I feel so guilty about not getting around to writing any of my other requests yet 🙈🤦🏼‍♀️ (I will get to them, I promise!)

OG/RZ/Peepaw Michael Myers x f!reader

18+ for graphic smut, con noncon, implied violence

Michael indulges in his s/o's balaclava kink:

You had been enjoying a cup of spiced tea on your worn-in recliner, scrolling through Tumblr on your laptop, simping over art and fanfics of dangerous men in masks and balaclavas.

You had always had a kink for masked men but until now it had only been "standard" horror movie masks, such as Jason's, Ghostface's, Vincent's wax mask, Leatherface's and especially your Michael's expressionless alabaster mask. Only recently had you come to appreciate the simplicity of the humble balaclava - Ghost from Call of Duty was the catalyst of this new attraction and you jumped head first into the rabbit hole of art and fiction of morally grey or downright psychotic men with toned bodies, balaclava'd faces and piercing eyes that burned through you with carnal need right down to your core.

As you took another sip of your tea you felt a presence to your left. Turning your head in that direction you see Michael standing motionless as a statue at the base of the stairs just staring at you. Top half of his overalls off of his torso and tied around his waist, mask slightly askew.

Instead of shrieking and jumping like you used to when you were not so accustomed to his sudden, silent appearances you smiled and got up from your seat.

"Did you have a good sleep, baby?" You ask as you place one hand on his chest and the other on his strong shoulder.

You receive nothing in return except for his blank gaze upon you, those darkened eyeholes of his mask as eerie as ever.

Not detoured by his normal silence and seeming disinterest, you give him a peck on the cheek of his mask and head into the kitchen to make him some lunch from yesterday's leftovers.

You hear the tv switch on as you pull out the ingredients to make a sandwich with the leftover chicken. As you begin slicing the cucumber you pause for a second to see Michael watching true crime again. You always wonder what goes through his mind when he sees the crimes of other killers. Is he impressed, unimpressed, indifferent, intrigued? Does he learn anything? You guess you'll never know unless Michael just one day decides to break his self-imposed silence.

xxxxxxx

Later that night you're turning your little house upside down looking for your laptop. You were so sure you had left it on the coffee table in the living room but... you guess not? You didn't blame Michael as he had never shown interest in the laptop before, and its not like you could ask him now anyhow as he was out butchering people to death. Yes, you are aware at how desensitised you have become to murder and death. Loving Michael forced you to accept his lifestyle - fast.

Huffing in annoyance you stomp over to the door leading to the garage, knowing for a fact it won't be there but its the only place you haven't looked yet. You push open the door and flick on the light, ready to immediately switch it off again because you hadn't been in the garage all day.

However, when your eyes fell onto the workbench, there your laptop sat surrounded by empty candy wrappers.

"Michael... what the hell" you mumble to yourself in confusion. You can't say you were really mad at him for using the laptop because he was more than welcome to. But you were just confused as he had never shown interest in it nor did you think he knew how to use it.

Scooping up all the candy wrappers you chuck them into the trashcan beneath the workbench and try to start up the laptop. You were met with nothing but a black screen. "Damn. Battery's dead"

You looked at the wall clock and decided to just call it a night. No Netflix for y/n tonight - insert sad face.

Closing your laptop you make for the door when you hear glass smashing from what sounded like the kitchen area.

Heart jumping to your throat you quickly flick the light off and hide under the workbench while looking at the door which lead into the living room. Surely Michael wouldn't smash in the back door?! He had a key and had stopped breaking into the house since the two of you started a relationship. That was a whole year ago!

Before you could think anymore, a pair of legs slowly walked past the garage door and into the living room. You couldn't get the clearest view of the intruder as only a small lamp was on in the living room - the rest of the house was dark.

Your panicked mind only presented 3 options for you to take:

1. Get out of the house and run to the neighbors

2. Either stay where you were or get upstairs and hide while waiting for Michael to return.

3. Get to your cellphone upstairs and call the cops.

Well.. the house keys for the front door were upstairs too and you didn't want to run out of the back door as you were barefoot and there was no doubt glass everywhere. You wouldn't get very far at all with cut up feet before the intruder catches you.

And you didn't exactly want the cops anywhere near you and your home for Michael's sake. So that left option 2. You just had to get upstairs... lots of places to hide and wait for Michael. You also come to realise that you absolutely needed to get Michael a cellphone for emergencies like this. A simple text in this situation could save your life. Why didn't you think of that before, stupid!?

Mentally shaking yourself from your delaying thoughts, you take a deep breath as silently as you can and creep towards the door. You sit on your haunches for a moment, straining your ears to listen for any sign of the intruder when you hear some soft movements from the dining room. Perfect. If you move now you'll have a chance to get upstairs without being seen.

As silently and quickly as you can you scuttle to the - thankfully - carpeted stairs. Just as you're about to take the first step you hear a crashing sound coming from the garage which sounded very much like hard plastic hitting a concrete floor. Your laptop. You must not have put it far enough back onto the workbench when you rushed to switch off the light.

You know for your own sanity you shouldn't have, but you did - you looked back to the dining room entrance.

And there staring at you from in the dark, illuminated only by a bit of moonlight stood a tall figure in faded black overalls and a... balaclava??

Shrieking you turn back around and make for your bedroom - intending to lock the door and climb out of your window onto the veranda's roof and to make your escape.

Your hear his heavy footfalls behind you, closer than what you would like as you scramble to the top of the stairs. Fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins like a raging river.

Michael where are you? I need you! You internally shout as tears begin falling from your wide, frightened eyes.

As you reach the top of the stairs a large, warm, calloused hand grabs your ankle painfully and roughly causing you to yelp. You try to kick at the man with your other foot but he throws his entire weight onto your body causing the air to be knocked out of you.

You cough while hitting at his shoulders and head with all your might but it doesn't seem to affect him at all.

He grabs you by both your arms and hauls you up onto your feet before swiftly turning you around to be pulled flush against his solid frame. You kick and scream as he takes you towards the bedroom where your panic rises even more at the prospect of what he might actually have in store for you there.

"No please don't! Just take anything you want, please! But just don't hurt me"

You are met with silence as the two of you enter the bedroom. He pauses in front of the bed and the tears stream out of you even harder. Your sobs finally overtake your screaming.

Suddenly and without warning you're flung towards your floor length mirror with your potential assaulter and murderer firmly placing his body flush behind yours. His eyes boring into your own through the mirror.

And that's when you see it. The man had positioned himself in such a way that the moonlight pouring through your window would reflect onto his masked face.

Your sobs instantly quietened as you saw one stormy grey eye heatedly gazing at you through the balaclava opening and one... scarred milky one.

Michael?

"Michael?" You tentatively ask as you sniffle - your struggling subsiding.

He nuzzles your neck and cups your breast, giving it a firm squeeze. You know that hand. You know it well.

Before you can think further, you're picked up and flung onto your bed, the old mattress squeaking in protest at the sudden weight.

Your mind gets whiplash at how suddenly your body responds to this new information and turn of events.

Michael climbs on top of you, not sparing you from his full weight. He straddles your hips, his bloodied hands gripping your wrists tightly above your head. His head is tilted to the side, eyes dilated and dark.

Your breathing has quickened, your nipples pebble and the juncture of your thighs moisten.

A sudden slap to your face causes you to gasp in surprise and before you can think on what just happened your thin spaghetti-strap tank is being torn off of you and you're being flipped onto your stomach as if you weigh little more than a feather.

"Mich--" you start but are stopped from finishing your question when a piece of your torn tanktop is stuffed into your mouth.

Your teary eyes widen when you feel your poor pajama bottoms being ripped off of your goosebump laden body too but immediately close when you feel thick calloused fingers run up along your wet slit from clit to ass.

You moan into the fabric in your mouth as two of his fingers push past your folds and into your eager hole.

You can hear Michael's heavy breathing as he roughly pumps his digits in and out of your slick cavern before adding a third and eventually a fourth.

Your muffled moans get louder and louder as your body squirms beneath his invasive ministrations. You feel so deliciously stretched out by his four long, thick fingers that your eyes begin to tear up again.

Your loosened hole clenches at nothing as Michael pulls out. You turn your head as best you can to see him behind you and moan once more as you view his balaclava in the moonlight. He takes both his thumbs and stretches your abused hole open as much as he can, admiring your slick, velvety tunnel.

You grip the sheets in anticipation as he releases your flesh and reaches for the zipper of his coveralls pulling them down far enough to reveal his glistening, red, swollen, massive member.

You mewl at the sight and wiggle you bottom in eagerness and want.

Michael obliges by roughly pushing your head back down into the mattress and without any indication rams his heavy, weeping cock into your needy pussy.

You scream and grip your sheets harder as he sets a brutal and unforgiving pace - no slow buildup or sensuality for this one. You can scarcely take it. Tears stream down your cheeks, saliva pools into the fabric stuffed in your mouth and your ass and hips jiggle and ripple with every brutal thrust.

Michael's hand leaves your smushed head and grips your hips in bruising force.

Your room is dark and quiet save for the sound of slick skin slapping against slick skin, grunts of exertion and muffled mewls and moans.

Just when you think you can't take anymore, Michael goes deeper and harder, stretching you wider with his monstrous girth, the tip of his cockhead punching against your cervix in exquisite pleasure-pain.

Your cheeks are hot and red, tear stained. Drool has finally broken past the fabric in your mouth and is dripping onto your sheets. Slick is running down your thighs as your loosened hole just cannot contain your shared juices any longer.

Michael leans forward to squeeze your breasts before pinching your nipples so hard you feel your pussy release a new spurt of moisture.

You want to tell him you cannot take anymore. Your body is turning to jelly, the pleasure plain is becoming overwhelming - every nerve of yours is on electric fire and if you produce any more drool you'll surely choke on it.

Michael leaves your breasts and instead begins his cruel ministrations onto your swollen, throbbing clit.

You begin to feel the tightening in your core, your lower abdomen tenses and you can hear Michael fast approaching his own orgasm too if those quiet gasps and slight jerks in his thrusts are anything to go by.

And finally with one hard slap to your clit and one final deep, bruising thrust inside your wrecked cunt you scream out your orgasm into your tanktop. Your abused pussy quivers and clenches around Michael's pulsating cock as it spurts out its thick ropes of cum within you.

Michael's breaths are heavy and laboured behind you as he pulls out. You hear the sopping squelch and feel the gush of liquids flow out of your red, raw, gaping cunt which is trying in vain to clench and hold onto all the juices that now pouring onto your bedding.

Your jellified arm slowly pulls the now sopping fabric from your mouth before you look behind to Michael. His toned and scarred chest is heaving and glistening with sweat. His eyelids sit low from satisfaction and his fingers idly circle your hips where they lie.

"You saw my.... interests on Tumblr didn't you? That's why you did all this tonight, right?" You ask lazily as you roll onto your back and look up at your still masked lover.

Michael tilts his head and continues to stare at you in silence. He reaches for the base of the black mask and pulls it off of his head and shakes out his dark blond curls. He tosses the mask onto your chest and disappears out of the bedroom.

You shake your head and smile to yourself as you clutch the balaclava.

You will always love Michael best in his signature white mask, but a bit of fun in a balaclava from time to time will certainly be a treat.

Perhaps you can show him all of your other kinks now too, seeing as he seems happy to indulge you. And maybe he has some of his own?

You get up to go enjoy a nice hot shower. Sore and stiff, but very very happy.

@megangovier20 hope you enjoy it girl. 😈

Not proof read as I did this before work.

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My opinions for Riordan verse books that no one asked for but will provide anyways

WARNING THERE ARE A LOT OF THESE SO IN THE WORDS OF SCAR 'BE PREPARED'

・Three book long series, first with Luke running away until he finds Thalia, second after they find Annabeth and their travels, third after Thalia dies and their time at camp before Percy, all from Luke's pov, we get more insight on his backstory and how he felt throughout everything outside of Percy's pjo which is where we saw everything. Also maybe we could get some Thalia x Luke before the betrayal..?

・A five book long series with a crossover with mcaga, tkc and pjo/hoo/toa, we already know their are some problems rising and I think some of the interaction (eg. Alex with Nico and Will with Magnus) could be really interesting to see. Also I feel like there could be something involving bringing Jason back as his death felt really unnecessary and sort of... Idk unfinished or something. Another idea I had for this was after maybe the first one or two books Percy in a way becomes Luke, trying to reach him in any way and carrying out his plan of overthrowing the gods however this time not with the help or Kronos but just trying to convince the other demigods to join him and a kind of descent to madness with him being tired of getting used.

・A standalone book, sort of like tsats except it's about Jason's life with Lupa and his time at Camp Jupiter, maybe just a short story but I feel like it could be good.

・Similar to the previous, a story about Reyna and her life before HoO, maybe a split pov with her and her sister because I feel like that story has a lot of potential.

・A book about Leo, set around the same time as tsats, maybe something to do with his dad or with the waystation, probably involving Calypso, Piper and Reyna (maybe him and Cal getting more development (OR A BREAK UP PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF APOLLO) and kind of fleshing her out because right now she doesn't have much character imo) maybe he could also try to convince Hazel or Nico (probably Hazel because I feel like he doesn't have enough development with Nico to play this out) to let him see Jason again and him trying to join him.

・A bunch of short stories (like 10ish pages each length) of Rachel's experiences being the Oreacal and just what it's like, maybe also giving her some development with other characters (maybe Nico with them bonding on feeling out of place) and also some story with her family and how her life is.

・A collection of short stories which is basically just fluff because we don't get enough of that (Solangelo, Fierrochase, Percabeth, etc.)

・ Another short story (I'm sorry I warned you) with Annabeth right after the war, about her being mad at Luke, upset about his death, still caring about him and her getting a visit from Hermes, maybe expecting sympathy but just getting blamed for his death, also maybe a flashback of Luke asking her to leave in a nightmare.

・A book just with everyone's reaction to Jason death because I hate myself, not just in the moment but like a few weeks after and what they did and stuff (Leo, Piper, Frank, Hazel, Percy, Annabeth, Reyna, Nico)

・A collection of short stories about minor characters (Kayla, Austin, Connor, Travis, Clarisse, Lavinia, and just like under appreciated characters)

・A book with Reyna and Thalia split pov about them being in the Hunt and maybe a mission and Reyna could find out more about Bianca stuff. They could also maybe secretly get together but keep it hidden to stay in the hunt (or they leave the hunt and join the Amazons with Hylla (Reyna's sister) and they kind of start to bond) Also Hazel could be brought up because she technically stole from them.

・A short story with Nico and Bianca's life in the 1930s/when they're in the Lotus Casino, how they felt, what their life was like, etc.

Obviously a bunch of these short stories would be in one book, comment your suggestions xx

UPDATE BECAUSE I COMPLETELY FORGOT

・a book on Alabaster, his time at camp, maybe him meeting Nico in the time between pjo and hoo cuz that would be cool, what he does after Son of Magic, interactions (maybe relationship...?) with Ethan. Also just like a whole three book series about him and he could be in that cross over book (second idea), maybe as a villain or someone who helps Percy when he wants to overrule the gods

・A book on Ethan, just what his life's been like, maybe something like the diary of Luke Castellen

・this one would probably be part of another book/story/series but Grover going sort of insane, maybe possessed by Gaia (because let's be honest the fight was a bit anticlimactic, hoo is probably still my favorite series but that ending was kinda meh after all the build up, I think something that would have made it more dramatic would have been Percy not letting everyone else take control (his fatal flaw is personal loyalty) then when Leo dies (which was his plan anyways) he blames himself for it because he thought if he'd listened and stayed aside he would have lived anyways that was off topic) because he doesn't like how nature's getting ruined and it's a 1v1 fight with him and Percy and he would try to talk him out of it because he doesn't want to fight his best friend but ya know he's been possessed and can't tell it's his best friend so Percy ends up surrendering (maybe dying but that seems like a bad story choice because he's the main character and that would be a bad choice logically because you would have to bring him back (if they were to do that then it could be like the Orpheus and Eurydice story except Annabeth has to do a bunch of tasks for Hades and Nico's begging him to make it easy for her and her pride makes her think she can save them all (Luke, Jason Bianca, Ethan, Selina, Beckendorf etc.) and ends up saving none of them the Nico and Hazel have to bargain with Persephone and Hades to let Percy come back) which then after Grover gets released but it's before Percy comes back so he has to live with that guilt but at the same time he still hates humans for destroying nature and (this is a bit out there hold on) he becomes the I guess new Pan and is protecting nature. (This would also probably be a part of the second idea (again) but before Percy wants to overthrow Zeus so that he has the power of a God on his hands)

[sunshines-child]

character shapes wooo

I usually have a shape I use with a character. It’s easier to have a bar plane of a shape.