#and I think they would be friends with Athena’s affinity for Europe

[metaphorical-goblin]

I think Athena and Klav should hang out actually

The potential makes me laugh

Klavier: whispering ✨spicy✨ things to Apollo in German, even though he knows he can’t understand him

Athena: chokes on her water and starts just combusting on the floor

Alternatively, Klav calling Apollo progressively weirder nicknames (‘my sweet potato,’ ‘my little rutabaga,’ ‘my little pocket monster’) and Athena just barely holding herself together bc Apollo will KNOW if she laughs and she CAN’T LAUGH, SHE CAN’T

[dragon-of-the-soutn]

Hear me out but Percy and squad meet Celtic demigods!

If the Romans are strict and the Greek’s are relaxed the Celts are completely adhoc.

The Gods unlike the Greeks/Romans generally chose to stay in there home lands, mainly because they don’t get along with the Roman aspects due to the fact you invaded my territory, murdered my people and my Priests and if you even think of looking at Europe again I will kick your ass so hard you’ll wish you were trapped in tartars.

This means there kids also hate the Romans and will fight them given the smallest opportunity. The Greeks just watch the carnage unfold before them.

There are about eight different permanent Camps that deal with different pantheons for each region/country.

The camps are all in tenuous alliance with on another but don’t really interact above. “There are monsters attacking us, send help.” Or “We have some kids on a quest coming your way make sure they don’t die.”

All the camps are lead by a group of Druid elders who totally haven’t had a my Camp and kids are better than yours thing running for centuries, they are entirely professional.

The Camps will often have mock/real battless with one another on the regular with the Druids acting as over invested football dads.

“That spear doesn’t count! You useless tosser!” “Don’t start with me you English fuck!!”

Percy gets on pretty well with the other sea kids, and there are lots of them, but they have a bit of an ongoing feud with the river kids and because he can control both bodies of water he’s considered a neutral party in disputes.

Percy meeting a kelpi, “wanna go for a ride?” “Wanna go for a die sea boi?” Some River kids see what’s going on and have to rescue him because yes that nice looking horse would of eaten him, and yes it’s not actually a horse but an incredible deadly river spirit.

Celtic kids are really confused why the Greeks shun kids of Death Gods because most of there parents have some death aespect in one way or another?

Athena and Morrigan kids sharing battle strategy notes.

Brigid and Apollo kids writing poetry together and making there new Greek friends some awesome weapons.

“Wait if your both children of Cernunnos why can she raise the dead and you can do things with plants?” “She conceived in his winter aspect obviously.”

Greeks be like this is our prophet , she is the only one. While Druids and a lot of Celtic demigods are like give me some entrails, throw me some bones and I’ll have the answer to your question in like two minutes.

“Wait you don’t do any type of divination? You don’t even read signs???”

A selki turns up at camp and a Greek kid gives them or finds there coat and the Celt kids are like your married now. Congrats on your Selki marriage.

Percy has some interesting conversations with the lock Ness monster.

Scottish demigods leave porridge and milk out for Brownies and only one Greek kid has ever seen them. No one quiet believed them.

The first meeting with the Fay is a disaster, some poor Greek kid ends up as a pet and several just disappear into stone circle.

“We need to go and rescue our friends!” “I’m dude points for bravery but if you bring them out they’ll be over 200 years old. You know time works differently there right? Right?!”

There are a few gaelic kids who were tricked by fae when they were younger but only in a tiny amount so like they accepted a gift that they shouldn’t but their godly parent is protecting them but they could be claimed by their technical owner at any moment. The first time a fae walks into the middle of their thoroughly warded camp to do this all the Greeks pull their weapons, the Celts just hope they’re not there for them.

It is after the fae incident the Greeks learn that none of the Celts use their real names.

Which is why it’s such a big deal when they tell you there real name.

One day an unseelie fae just turns up and kills 30 of the kids for killing an important plant of theirs. One of the Celtic demigods makes a deal with a more powerful unseelie fae to defeat them. The other Celts don’t ask what the deal was. A while later the kid disappears. The Celtic kids stop saying their name and just refer to them as ‘the lost one’ the greek kids remember the stories mentioning other ‘lost one’ they had assumed it was one person. They stop saying their name too.

They later visit a hill in the kids homelands and every kid in that kids camp leaves a stone that has the lost ones original name in runes (whichever their deity uses) on the hill. The Greek kids think about the little piles of rune stones each kid carries, some of the Greek kids think of the carving that happened the first time they took part in a seasonal ritual with a particular camp and the small stone that each of the camps members had given them. They kept those stones a little closer.

Whenever a kid is in their parents kingdom eg by their river, on their land the parent turns up and says hello and glares at the kids of a similar affinity from a different area. Eg they’d cross the border into Scotland and caeliach would come say hi to her kids or the kids of deities on her land and then glare at ambisagrus’ kids.

“Your parents talk to you?!” “Yours don’t? How do you find out about quests!”

[slutsofren]

Magical Mysteries

Summary:  Hogwarts, 1978: Ben Solo and you are the best of friends, his mother is the Minister for Magic which puts a large target on his back being the wizarding community's supposed Golden Child and the leading example for fellow witches and wizards. Being his only friend has also led you to be ostracised with him. His life has been threatened repeatedly and you stayed beside him. But, this story isn't just about him being targeted by others, it's also the tale of either your illustrious fall with him to the darker side of magic, or your own saving grace to leave him to his virtues.

Read it on AO3 here: Prologue: Trust

im so sorry for everybody who was waiting on me, things got a little crazy the past week or so at home and it put me off of writing and editing- im doing this by myself and just kind of needed a Break. i think i should be back on to weekly posting now <3

Six years had passed since you first walked into the Great Hall. Six years since you met Ben Organa-Solo. In all that time both you and Ben had changed so much physically. Where he grew much taller and broader over the years, developing into the strong young man you knew he was, you changed in ways that only accentuated your humbled attractiveness. 

You let your hair grow longer and longer each year, as did Ben when he could afford to, it was the 1970s afterall, by now your hair was long enough to reach your waist. A true accomplishment since you constantly fussed with it. Eventually it settled down a lot when Ben began braiding your hair from time to time. It was a comforting task for the two of you.

The best thing that changed for you both was your developments as magical people. Your strengths in herbology and potions were only rivaled by Ben. He was also well accomplished in potions as well due to a certain tutor you both shared, but he soared in charms and astronomy. Although your studies were close to perfection, everything else was not.

Your first year was as difficult you could have possibly imagined but you were forever grateful for having Ben with you. When you arrived with little to nothing but your full-blood Kneazle, something you’d deny your cat ever was, you felt overwhelmingly unprepared in comparison to the other students.

Ben had been gracious enough to help conceal your cat’s heritage and in doing so, coined his name, Anubis. You, in turn, named his great horned owl Athena. Both your companions took not only a liking to their new names but also to each other and would often be seen cozying about somewhere in the Slytherin common room. Ben never let you go without whenever he could, always bringing you whatever supplies you might have needed “just because”.

Since the two of you had begun your magical education, you minded to yourselves as best you could. It did prove to be rather difficult. Some of the elder Gryffindor students were almost always on your case because you had taken to defending another Slytherin boy. You and Ben caught a group of boys dangling him from his ankle, high in the sky using magic.

You disarmed the apparent leader, one James Potter. This led to a mild brawl between the group of bullies and you and Ben. Peter, the rat-faced boy ran away, the one named Sirius fought Ben and you fought James. Remus opted out of this small brawl and saw it as “unmanly” to hit you. You were sure to add a few well placed punches on James for that to prove a point.

When all was said and done, you ended up with a black eye and a few bruises. Ben, on the other hand, had fractured ribs, a broken nose, and a couple bite marks- he wasn’t happy about that. The boy in question was older by two years and his name was Severus Snape. He wasn’t fond of either of you at first but you bugged him enough to at least be tolerated by him. 

As a result of the fight, Dumbledore was advised to expel you both, the bullies included, but the Ministry sent an advisor to meet with the Headmaster and you two were able to walk away without consequences on behalf of the school outside a bloody red howler.

It was sent by Ben’s mother who was not impressed with your chivalry as well as Ben’s “ineptitude to be a leader and not a follower”. This soured his mood for quite some time seeing as the entire school knew about it by the end of the day. Although you both left this debacle with little to no consequences, the group of Gryffindor boys were sent on a week long detention in the Forbidden Forest and lost 50 house points- each.

Ever since then, the Gryffindor house all made it a point to target you two. It didn’t bother you for the first year or so, you felt a sense of pride knowing that you did the right thing. It only became more inconvenient when they began to mess with your studies. That only fueled your drive to do better, to be better.

Ben, on the other hand, wanted less to do with this type of attention, he felt it to be too bothersome and invasive, which it was. They’d begin rumors about him, his family. All this did was further alienate him from others as they began to whisper about his background. As for you they’d only temper with your schooling since nobody knew of your father’s “infamy” in Europe.

Your fellow Slytherins either ignored both of your existences or quite simply cared to not get involved with the rivalry. Surprisingly enough, the general house feeling was to attempt winning the house cup as many years in a row as possible, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had been dominating that title for the past four years at the very least.

The boy you defended, Severus Snape, acknowledged you two well enough eventually, offering to help your studies in potions since you had kind of guilted him into the position of tutor. You managed to begin scoring high marks since Severus made it relatively easy as he lent you his copy of Advanced Potions Making every once in a while. This alongside your affinity for botanical witchcraft seemed perfect. Aside from being your tutors, he kept to himself, much like the team you developed with the Minister's son. Alas, he wouldn’t be caught dead being seen with either of you but you would meet, albeit secretly, in one of the abandoned girls' bathrooms for his lessons once a week.

Due to Severus’ teachings you began to take to making whatever precautions you felt would be needed eventually. Ben often found himself either hurt or in need of aid and you always seemed to have his needs prepared before he even opened his mouth. This sparked his new nickname for you, Starlight. The one who always knew how to light the way.

Eventually the rumors and overall whispers began to grow more and more irritable. By the time your fifth year had rolled around, you needed to help Ben find an escape. You couldn’t sit by and watch your best friend cave into himself, becoming more reserved around you as if you were the exact same people he did not trust.

It felt like forever and a half until you found the perfect thing. You called it “The Attic”. It was not but what seemed to be but a small abandoned classroom on one of the most southern towers at the school. There was a large window facing the front of the school, where you could see the bridge that welcomed students each year if they came from the carriages. The other window facing the west allowed you to see the sunset from the room perfectly every evening.

Ben became more and more curious the more you slipped out from the common room without saying anything to him. These antics had gone on for about two weeks before he confronted you.

“Where do you think you’re going,” he warily said your name. His hand gripped your upper arm when you tried to scoot around behind him without him noticing one evening. 

You felt anxious, staring at him like this, with your secret to hide, a surprise you couldn’t wait to show. “I can’t tell you yet but please,” you begged in a hushed whisper, “trust me.” Ben let go of your arm and nodded, watching you give a half smile and turn around, disappearing behind the common room doorway. He had half a mind to follow you but he stayed where he sat at the desk.

Not once in your entire friendship did he ever think about trust when it came to you. It felt like a foreign concept entirely. Being around you felt intoxicating, as if being next to you solved every problem he ever had.

Trust.

Yeah, he believes he trusts you.

He stayed put in that chair all night, even ignoring the Slytherin Head Boy calling everyone to bed for lights out. He stayed rooted in the chair, waiting for your return, clutching a letter in his hand that Athena, his wonderful owl, delivered earlier in the day. In the far corner of the room, he could hear the clock chiming, alerting him that it was now midnight.

Ben let out a heavy sigh and burned the letter, the contents lost in the flames. A problem for another day.

Deep in thought, the entry to the common room opened slowly, slipping past Ben’s attention. You walked closer behind him, watching him as he concentrated on the burning parchment.

You whispered his name and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Why are you still awake?”

He turned to look at you. His eyes filled with weariness and a hush of anger. “Where did you go?” He avoided your question.

You lowered your hood and flashed a big grin, excitement growing within the confines of your belly. “Let me show you tomorrow? I promise, you’ll really enjoy it.”

Ben searched your eyes and saw you were not going to hide your secret from him no longer and he conceded with a shallow nod. 

The very next day, you both left dinner in the Great Hall early and you led him by his hand, taking the right hallway then a left to a spiral staircase, then up the changing stairways, up up up and up, almost not stopping.

He was beginning to get annoyed, thinking you’d led him on some wild goose chase until you stopped dead in your tracks in front of a door, you spun around, excitement making your whole body feel like it was vibrating.

“Here, this is what I’ve been working on, it’s for you- for us to come to whenever we want,” you word vomited.

Ben looked at you with furrowed brows as you gestured to the handle, encouraging him to open the door. As he did, you clapped your hands together, hoping- praying he likes this place.

Inside was the abandoned classroom you had found when you went looking for the Slytherin Prefect one day, it was dusty and filled with magical creatures that began to make their home there but now, now it was filled with a brown couch, a small bed, a brown desk, some books, a record player and vinyl, a calligraphy set, and a plethora of other, much smaller details.

When you first began to rearrange this space for the two of you, you made a deal with some of the magical beings: you would never take away their home and made a deal to share the space, even making them all small nests throughout the room, one special one filled with a small family of bowtruckles. You earned their trust by offering them some woodlice and a never ending pile of it for them.

When Ben walked into the space, his eyes darted so fast around, trying to absorb each and every detail, every piece of you that you offered to share from the muggle world with him, and the bits of him that were around, decorations you had sought to placate some of his interests like the calligraphy set- something he mentioned was a minor hobby of his since childhood.

His heart swelled with emotions- so much you have given him and he felt he has done nothing in comparison, that you are the very sunshine that peaks through the leaves on a sunny day. Tears began to well in his eyes over this grand gesture of yours.

And so, you two spent every available free time in that room, The Attic. This place truly felt like a home away from home for you both.

Ben, one of the best spell masters you knew, casted an undetectable expansion charm on a pair of satchels so you could bring stuff from home to this space, but being careful not to bring anything much too large.

You wouldn’t tell him how you managed to sneak a whole couch and bed in there, there could be a few innocent secrets between you both.

He took another turn to look around the new room for you both, letting his large hand leave featherlight touches on the items you had decorated the room in, the muggle records being his favorite- so much he didn’t know about that world. Your world. The one outside everything magical, everything he was constantly surrounded by.

“Th- thank you, Starlight.”

“Anything for you,” you smiled.