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lordzuuko · 8 years ago

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Keith takes Shiro to the underworld for a family dinner. ='D Please?

(Im sorry im not sorry) Hades gives Keith and Shiro a very important and nice gift, entrusting his son with a very important Hellhound, Mrs O'leary.

[Voltron PJO AU] Shiro opened the door of the Hades Cabin when suddenly he was being attacked by a huge dog, who started licking him on the face.

“Mrs. O’Leary!” Keith shouted as he approached Shiro. “Oh gods, Shiro. Are you alright?” He pulled the dog away from his boyfriend to save him from drowning in drool.

“I’m… I’m okay,” Shiro answered breathlessly as he stood up. He looked at Keith who was now hugging the really huge dog. Keith was smiling at him like a kid. “Okay, I should probably ask the obvious. What is that?”

“She’s called Mrs. O’Leary and she’s a hellhound,” Keith answered brightly as he rubbed the hellhound’s tummy. “Aren’t you a good girl?”

Seeing Keith coo at the dog made Shiro’s heart burst in affection. “Alright, a hellhound. Of course. From your Dad I assume?”

“Yeah,” Keith’s eyes widened all of a sudden. “Oh crap. I forgot. I was just about to go to your cabin and tell you that Persephone’s inviting us for dinner tonight! Hence, this baby girl is here for a visit.”

Shiro just stared at Keith, unable to process the information. “Dinner? At The Underworld?”

Keith just nodded as he continued, “Persephone would like to finally meet you. Wouldn’t stop teasing me about it, especially with Dad who just started planning out our wed—” Keith abruptly stopped and cleared his throat, turning his cheeks into crimson. “So, you up for it? You technically cannot deny a god though but—”

“Do I need to wear a suit?” Shiro blurted out, his cheeks mimicking the colour of Keith’s.

“Best we should, honestly. Persephone loves formal dinners.” Keith fished out a card from his pocket. “Dad would be so pleased I’m finally using this thing he gave me.”

“A credit card. Of course you’d have one,” Shiro let out a chuckle as he shook his head in utter disbelief.

After they got their suits, they went back to Cabin 13 and Shiro felt like dying. He met Hades a hundred times but he’d be meeting Persephone for the first time and they were having a formal dinner. Shiro hadn’t been in one—ever. Keith explained that they’d be riding Mrs. O’Leary to The Underworld since she could shadow travel all of them with such ease. Plus, Dad’s instructions.

“Holy Hera,” Shiro gasped as soon as they materialized and now he could see the entrance to The Underworld. True to popular belief, the place was… dark.

“I know,” Keith breathed in, smiling. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Shiro chose not to comment on that since this was Keith’s home, after all. He guessed you really get used to it if you spent so much time in it. They approached the famous Cerberus, the three-headed-honestly-bigger-and-definitely-not-friendlier-looking-than-Mrs-O’Leary dog. They were growling angrily at the intruders, read: THEM. “Holy Sh—”

Keith climbed down the hellhound and approached the gigantic dog—dogs? “Hello, baby boy.” Keith cooed as soon as he was under it. Cerberus immediately dropped the act and just bent down to Keith and started nuzzling him. With three heads? It was entertaining and scary at the same time because it seemed like they were ready to tear each other apart just for Keith to touch them. Shiro never imagined he could relate to a gigantic hellhound.

“Now, if you’ll just sit aside and let me and my boyfriend pass that’ll be great. We’re kinda running late already for our formal dinner. I promise to play with you soon. I know, I know. I’ve just been so busy. But I will visit next week. I’ll try to get you one of those balls—yes, the black one with the stars.”

As soon as the giant hellhound moved to the side, Keith ran back looking happier. “Cerberus is a giant softie who just needs a playmate.” Keith pointed to himself. “I’m that playmate.”

Shiro laughed as he pulled Keith up to kiss him on the cheek. “You’re so wonderful, have I told you that?”

Keith was flushed as he punched Shiro on the stomach playfully. “Shut up.”

They made it to Hades’ Palace and this was Shiro’s 100th time dropping his jaw at awe. He saw the different parts of The Underworld (albeit some were disturbing) but this was Shiro’s favourite. It just looked so elegant, totally fitting for a god.

“I’ll show you my room when we have time,” Keith smiled as he looked at Shiro scanning the place, interlacing their fingers and giving it a squeeze. “Let’s go.”

The doors were opened and a beautiful woman greeted them. Persephone.

“Five seconds late, Keith,” she glared.

“I’m sorry, we g-got—” Keith stammered.

“I’m just kidding, sweetheart,” Persephone smiled as she pulled in Keith for a kiss and a hug. “I’ve missed you so much, little bat. You need to visit more often. If I didn’t send that dinner invitation you wouldn’t even think of stepping back in here. What got you so busy?” She looked up and glanced at Shiro. “Ah, you must be the son of Zeus.” She smirked then looked at Keith. “What a fine young man. I’m definitely helping out your Dad plan the weddi—”

“We should definitely go to the dining room now!!” Keith interrupted with a voice an octave higher.

A few moments after they were finally eating their dinner in peace when Persephone started to chat and Shiro was sweating nervously despite the cold temperature. “So, son of Zeus, what are your intentions with my son?”

Hades just observed the exchange in amusement, while Keith buried his face on the table, looking so embarrassed.

“Well, uh…” Shiro was lost for words. The goddess just looked so scary.

“I think Black and Red would be fitting for the colour motif, don’t you think so, my darling?” Persephone turned towards Hades who nodded with a smile.

“Colour motif for what?” Shiro asked dumbly and Keith groaned.

“The wedding of course,” Hades smirked. “Are you telling me you’ve entered a relationship with my son without the intention of marrying him?”

“Dad!!” Keith cried out. “Please can we not??? It’s—”

Shiro’s eyes widened, not quite sure if it was in shock or in fear. “Well, um, uh…” He didn’t know what to say except he just nodded. He glanced at Keith who just stared at him in horror.

Persephone chuckled. “Well, isn’t that adorable, Keith? Your dream since you were 14 years old is coming true.” Then she turned back to Hades who smiled back at her. “It’s going to be grand. We shall spare no expense.”

Shiro had thought of possible outcomes upon agreeing to have dinner with Keith’s godly parents in The Underworld, but never did he imagine he’d come out engaged to his long time best friend.

#the-winter-siblings #ask #sheith #pjo au #i did it because i can HAHAHAH #persephone and hades has no chill XD #they don't get married until so many years later doe #because a demigod's life is so hectic #they are both 20+ here :D

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depressedacadamia · 3 years ago

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Make a wish

Paring: Solangelo

Summary: Will Solace is celebrating his 17th birthday, he just wishes his boyfriend was there to do it with him.

A/N: lakjsljgklj: So I SWEAR i will finish wrtiters month, things are just really hectic because the holiday is ending for me soon and I'll be a student once again meaning I'll revert back to my schedule of posting weekly :( That said HAPPY BDAY TO WILL, a character that isnt seen and referenced as much as they should. Absoloute dumb smart person icon and thanks to @solangeloweek. sit back, relx and enjoy Will solace's bday week! <3 from Persephone!

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“Happy birrthhdaaayyyy dear Williammm,” the Apollo cabin sang in a - honestly not very- harmonious tune. He cringed as he heard his full name being belted loudly throughout the entire cabin. He was finally 17. He had survived 17 years of life as a demigod and here he was celebrating them with his entire family; everyone who he would ever want on his birthday.

Except for one.

Nico Di Angelo- his boyfriend of 2 years and who was one year his junior- was not in attendance for Will’s birthday party. He had expected as such; afterall, he had been on an important quest for the past 2 weeks and his return was not expected soon.

Nico had brought this up before he left for the quest, telling Will of his worries that he would not be able to witness or be present for his birthday and at the time, Will had seen how desperately this quest needed his boyfriend and so selflessly, without hesitation, he comforted Nico and told him that it didn’t matter.

But now, as the moment was passing, he couldn't help but feel that he was lying. He was so pathetically wrong because deep down, it did matter and what was worse was that Will was almost definite that Nico also knew this.

Alas, he could not dwell on who wasn't here and instead he turned back to his cabin and blew out the candles, masking his face with the graceful smile that he so often forced upon his face, to the point where it had become a second nature.

“Make a wish Will!”

He nodded and smiled and perhaps, perhaps if anybody were to inspect Will’s smile any closer, they'd notice his eyes only creased in an attempt to hide the tears and that his smiling mouth was actually a painful grimace as he closed his eyes and wished for the one person whom he wanted most in the world.

The lights went out, in an epic flutter before the smoke, whilst invisible, made its mark through its tinge in the air, contaminating it ever so slightly. However, to Will- whose eyes were already weltering up with tears- the gentle tinge was all he needed for tears to start rolling down his cheeks.

He couldn't help but attempt to hide his face- he was 17 for goodness sake it was his birthday party! He couldn't cry now, not on a day when he was supposed to be so happy and most definitely over such a pathetically petty reason such as ‘my boyfriend isn't here’.

But no matter what, as the darkness set over him and all the other campers within the cabin, Will couldn't help but feel his mind overwork himself. If Nico was here right now, would they be by the lake? Would he be opening his gift from him? What would Nivo have got him?

He was so wrapt up within his own thoughts that he barely noticed the soft glow emanating from his own skin- it was gentle and solitary- the glow only appeared in one place- the left side of his chest; right over his stylised sun tattoo and more importantly, his heart. The glow seemed to pulse with his heartbeat, slow, steady- and the absolute tune of sadness itself.

Sadness is not fast, is not beautiful nor poetic as poets love to fantasise. It’s harsh like the wind against you as you grip your clothes and its unpredictable like the weather; it can cloud over the sunniest day and it’s sad moans echo through the howls of thunder. Sadness is not the absence of happiness nor is it the direct opposite but it’s like an addiction, it’s not a single emotion but a clamour of the worst- anger, depression, frustration, emptiness.

So when Will’s sad heart beat glowed with every sad beat, it was almost as if he was singing the melancholy melody within the cabin itself. Everyone was aware that Will missed Nico but to see one of their siblings- the one whom the most amount of responsibility was placed one, from such a young age nonetheless- made them all the more eager for the surprise they had in the dark.

“Sunshine?” A soft, slightly concerned voice from out of the darkness whispered. Nico had only seen Will’s heart glow once in his entire life - and that was when…

Tear stained and grieving, Will turned around to find the source of the familiar voice.The lights weren't on, but somehow the candles beside them on the cake were and in the softly illuminated room, Will could clearly see the slightly concerned, slightly smirking and 100% beautiful face of his boyfriend.

Will paused and rubbed his eyes; he wasn't so sad that he was seeing things, right?

“No, I’m not a figment of your imagination, Solace,” Nico clicked his tongue. His hands raised up to hand Will a present. “Happy birthday, sun boy.”

“Ni-co?” Will slightly hiccuped as he attempted to hide his tears, afterall- he looked kinda ridiculous now that NBico actually was here the entire time.

“You missed me that much?” Nico tilted his head, “ Maybe I should make surprise appearances more often.”

“I thought you were on a quest, trying to not die, forgetting the fact that it was my birthday.”

“I don't think you can put those last two facts under the same category as if your birthday and me not dying are even on the same level.”

“Obviously.” Will sighed as he rested his hand against Nico’s cheek. “My birthday is of the utmost importance.”

Nico rolled his eyes and gave Will the benefit of the doubt, knowing that only moments ago, Will was seconds from being so heartbroken he would have collapsed. He went on his tip toes and gave him a brief peck on the cheek as he slipped the gift into Will’s hands.

“Happy birthday Sun boy,” Nico murmured against his ear as he watched Will- his smile glowing- hastily unwrap his gift.

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comiiical · 3 years ago

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Noé Germain

Restaurateur, vinemaker, chemist, toxicologist.

Daemon (minor deity after ascension rather than birth so not a demigod nor a god something in between)

Of French origin, Noé was raised between France and New York from divorced parents that didn’t want to share the same country at the same time. His mother, a model and fashion designer of high prestige, remained in New York while his father, chef and restaurateur like he was to become, stood in France. He had overall a regular divorcee son life, with the only detriment being the absolute control that his father had of his life, wanting him to one day be him and not her, he forced his son to assist and train in different forms of cuisine that, never really interested him for the same value that his father found in it. Yet, time spoke and that’s what he is most known for.

He graduated from college in a double majoring in chemistry and toxicology, with a doctorate that he’s earned in both despite his early age. He is well known businessman owning seven different restaraunt spread through the world, and yet working at a food shelter where he feeds those who cannot afford proper meals.

His life took a turn and a change at the age of fifteen, during a flight with his mother when she came to France to pick him up for the next month (yes, that’s how hectic his scholar life was, he just studied at home because why else would he stay in one place more than a month at a time when his parents couldn’t breath the same air as one another). The flight was forced to take a landing in a lost island and while they were found days after, the struggle had not been easy for Noé. In all of his kind heart, and educated mind truth be told, not only was he the one responsible for feeding the crew (his mother, the pilot, the hostesses, and other people that flew with them), in order to ensure that everyone survived, Noé took the least amount of feeding and once they were found he was the only one that was in a critical state. Not only was public for almost every press at the time for the obvious side effects that it took on him (he was extremely thin, weak, could barely walk and had to be fed with aid for a few weeks) but also for the brave and kind effort of Noé, the youngest of the crew, to ensure that everyone survived. Noé had tended their wounds, fed them, nurture them and overall used his boy scouts knowledge to the best of his kind. Due to this, something began to grow in him. And eventually, as he turned of age, his powers manifested for the first time, as well as the awareness that something was different about him. During said incident, and the mistreatment that he had put himself into for the betterment of the rest, Noé had in deed risked his life to the point of nearly experiencing a permanent death, but he was ascended by the Gods in order tosee what he was to do in the future.

Noé combines his public life with his private life as the hero Sting, where kindness takes the form of heavy hitting fists and kicks.

He shares traits with asgardians or Olympics, with enhanced physical strength, hyperspeed, durability, immortality, ... Aside from the direct changes in his physiology, Noé can fly and reach light speeds, manipulate and create light, cast illusions, read and control emotions both in a psionic and a pheromonal way, he can create substances that can paralyse, sicken, burn,... He can create light made weapons (normally stings of varying length) on his fists. Manipulate air, weather, lightning, fire, cold, ice, dust. One of his abilities allows him to release a soothing dust that calms people enough to cease fighting and heals those around, for instance. He also has the ability to manipulate plants and influence with flower based perfumes. Additionally, he can also produce webbings from his hands and he has full control over the chemicals that thse are made of so he can manipulate their density, among other things. While not necessary since he can fly, he can also adapt to non horizontal surfaces by having his own gravity field. He can use light to manifest telekinesis. And is so fast moving that he can “teleport” vast distances by simply breaching the space next to him. He cna shapeshift by generating a pair of “pixie” or “bird” wings depending on the strength he wants to apply to his fight (for instance, pixie wings allow him a swifter faster flight while the others give him the ability to gust at the enemy or carry people with him), switch his hands and feet into claws for grapping. He can also alter his size and self duplicate.

#→ noé #reference #sting

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willsimpforanyone · 3 years ago

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Heyy I found your blog and already absolutely love it! Could you please write some headcanons for daughter of Hecate x Deimos having a romantic fling?

(do I have issues if I want to have a romantic fling with god of teror? Absolutely)

this is only the second request that actually required research lol tysm i'm so glad you're enjoying my blog!!

he's a minor character but i can do my best! (hun we all have issues have you seen the amount of smut i've written)

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i doubt deimos could have anything other than a fling tbh

he just seems like the kind that would be intimidating as fuck and not many people could deal with that

he becomes interested in you when you catch him beginning to rile up a mob and immediately try to fight him

cute

truly believes you could never defeat him, but admires your moxy anyway

lets the mob go and steals you away to somewhere more private

unlike his brother, he can't necessarily terrify a single person, he does crowds better

so he relies on his scarred and tough appearance to keep you focused on him

changes his appearance a little at a time until he sees you get more comfortable- figures this is what you're attracted to

thinks you're cute

is surprised as fuck when you vanish in front of his eyes

feels the point of a sword at his back and whirls around just to see empty air

his genuine surprise makes you laugh, and you reveal yourself

"daughter of hecate, and more powerful than you, apparently"

decides he likes you just from that

from that point on, he randomly appears whenever you're alone

likes your conversation and your sassy sense of humour

is initally slightly unnerved that you don't find him as scary as others

but thinks its pretty cool that you can catch him unawares when you choose to manipulate the mist to confuse him

decides he wants you about a week after your first meeting

gods traditionally have a fucked up sense of consent

but this is the 21st century and he likely spends a fair amount of time among mortals

has learnt that people respond more positively to consent than force

also takes notes from his mum, aphrodite, and she guides him to buy flowers and be a damn gentleman for once in your life, deimos, don't cause any riots please

buys expensive af flowers because he can do what he want

he's a god what did you expect

sorta kinda abducts you and takes you on a surprisingly cute date in paris or something and gives you his jacket when you get cold

this relationship is full of surprises if you couldn't guess

you have to admit that he's fun to be around sometimes

your first kiss is after he appears in the middle of a fight you were losing

he displays surprising ferocity when defending you despite his lack of sword skills

pretends not to worry but teleports you to where the rest of your quest-mates are so you can get help immediately

stays with you the whole time and when you reluctantly thank him he cockily asks for a reward

you surprise him by grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss

will now steal you away to make out with you near the sights of his greatest battles

"this is where i incited a war" "most dates are in restaurants or something you weirdo"

enjoys telling you about the fear and hate he's incited at humanity's most violent points

argues with his brother about you

refuses to accept that he'll have to leave you

hates that it can't all go his way

decides not to tell you or talk to you about what will happen

after a few months, he is persuaded that he needs to leave you

phobos, aphrodite and ares all tell him that he'd hurt you in the long run anyway

you know he's left and not coming back when you see his leather jacket lying on your bed in the hecate cabin

it takes a few days for you to realise you genuinely miss him

he was a familiar presence in your hectic demigod life and now he's gone

his jacket, now yours, stays almost untouched in your wardrobe

sometimes you'll get it out and hang it over your shoulders the way he used to when you were cold

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i could have gone so much more angsty lol

i hope you enjoyed, thank you so much for requesting!!

#deimos #deimos x reader #deimos headcanons #daughter of hecate!reader #daughter of hekate!reader #pjo #pjo headcanons

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rmg91 · 3 years ago

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Zoe Week; Day 5-ROTT

So I know we got given a free day considered ROTT was...what it was but I decided to still go with the prompt and it turned into more of a small rewrite than just a ‘Let’s slip Zoe into this scene’. Zoe is everyone’s braincell and we know it.

Also I tried writing a fight scene....I donno how well it turned out lol

AO3

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“He WHAT?!”

Zoe stared at the assembled guardians, the kids, that had gone up against the demigods bent on restarting the world with that crazy plan to strip them of their powers, only for it to fail. Yes, they were alive. Yes, they had Nari, in spirit, but the Arcane Order had her body, had Douxie, and that was not okay for her! That stupid, self-sacrificing idiot! Of course he'd do something like that! But all it would do would buy them time and just what was going to happen when those power hungry beings found out?! It wasn't going to be good, that was for sure and now Zoe had to hatch a plan to try and save her idiot before something bad happened.

Ignoring the overlapping explanations and assurances they'd come up with a plan, Zoe marched her way out of the ex-throne room and down to what was becoming her studio. Shuffling around the various tomes and grimoires, she searched for the one she was certain had the spell she needed to find him, growling to herself when she couldn't. This is what she got for not sorting through all these yet. Finally, just when she'd been about to say 'fuck it' and do it without the book, she dug up the dusty purple codex of scrying and grinned in victory. Oh, she was finding that idiot of hers and then she was going to give him a piece of her mind once he was safe.

Coming back upstairs, the pinked haired witch flipped through the book, looking for the magic circle that would allow her to find Douxie. Ignoring everyone's voices, she quickly read through the directions, reminding herself how it worked and set to etching runes in the air with her wand. The symbols of power fell to the floor in sparking pink power, forming the necessary element for her spell. “Nari.” She called, “I'm gonna need Archie for a moment.”

The little nature spirit, inhabiting her partners body, let his familiar go from her hold as she finished the magic circle, sending the tomb to rest on the floor outside it. Sitting in the center, Archie crawled into her lap in dragon form, already having a feeling on what she was going to try to do. Normally she could sense Douxie's power, they'd known each other for so after all it was easy, but between distance and most likely being blocked, she couldn't without help. It would be easier if their magic was bonded, tied together for the rest of eternity and the ultimate sign of trust and love between magic users but...they weren't. Not for lack of wanting to but their lives had been pretty hectic and dangerous and bonding their magic came with lots of consequences as well as benefits. If one of them died...it would be the worse kind of hell on the other. And as much as they loved each other they hadn't wanted to have the other suffer so. But maybe, after all this, they'd change that.

“Uh..what are you gonna do?” Toby asked, standing near as he watched the pulsing pink runes.

“I'm going to track Douxie using the bond between him and Archie.” She explained, holding the dragon-cat gently, one hand scratching between his ears, “It should, in theory, help me find where the Order is holding him.” Then they would retrieve him and she was going to kick his ass for putting himself in danger, again.

Everyone took that as the queue to be quiet, to let her work, and Zoe breathed in deeply, letting her magic seep out and take shape. The circle glowed as she let herself fall into a trance, focusing on Archie, who was relaxed in her lap, his own magic open to letting hers in. She found the bond, a shining string of magic that was warm, comforting, powerful, reaching out beyond their little space in search of their missing wizard. She followed it as it swirled, twisting and turning through the space between, searching, searching, searching until-There! It sung brightly, tightening like a perfectly tuned guitar string and humming with life and she knew in that moment just where to find him.

Opening her eyes, a pink glow encompassing them, she grinned sharply. The Order didn't know what was coming to them.

~*~*~*~

The group entered the abandoned train tunnel, sans one Trollhunter, looking for any sign of the Order or Douxie. Zoe knew she had been harsh when she told Jim he needed to stay behind but she was not going to take back what she said. He was injured and therefore a liability and she wasn't going to let him kill himself or any of his friends if things were to go pear shaped. But hopefully they wouldn't and they'd be able to rescue Douxie with minimal trouble.

Her blue eyes roamed over the various crates and scaffolding, sensing him near but unable to see him. But she just knew he was here. Even as the group spread out and looked around old, crumbling crates and rusty metal drums, confused as to why they couldn't find anyone, Zoe was reaching out with her magic, searching for her wayward husband. Frowning down at the tracks, something just wasn't sitting right with her, she tried her best to see and think like Douxie would. There had to be something here she was missing...

She blinked, a thought coming suddenly and could it really be that easy?

Trotting up a staircase to get higher ground, she looked down at the tracks, shaking her head lightly because for some eon's old beings, Skrael and Bellroc really couldn't be original? “Their hiding in plain sight!” She shouted to assembled guardians, flicking her wand out and rearranging the train tracks, “They've made a giant sigil with the tracks!” The tracks moved, soon lighting up and dispelling the room around them, revealing a much darker room and three beings in the center.

She wasn't sure if they were aware they weren't alone anymore but it looked as if the demigods of ice and fire were taunting who they thought were Nari. She, or rather Douxie, was hovering in the air, held aloft by his hands in glowing magic and maybe, possibly keeping quiet as to continuing fooling the gods. But then, as they were staring confusedly as the Genius Seals, wondering why they weren't opening, he opened his big fat mouth.

“Abracadabra, Buttsnacks.”

Zoe groaned, because why had he said that?! But before the Order could do more than threaten him, she raised her wand high and cried, “Hey! Hands off!” She then sent a bolt of pink lighting down, just barely hitting Skreal, and then it was on!

Everyone jumped into action, firing and fighting the two remaining members of the Order. Zoe jumped down, joining the fray, firing spells and shields as she made way to Nari's body. She was put to a stop though as the icy wizard floated in front of her, brandishing his staff. Oh, if he wanted a fight, he was getting a fight. Ignoring Douxie's strained call of her name, the hedge-witch ducked a swing of the staff, dodging to the right and not giving in to Skreal's taunting. Hedge-witch or not, didn't mean she wasn't powerful and she wasn't about to let these bastards win.

Zoe fired spell after spell, wildly missing the floating god as he chuckled darkly at her. But that was okay, all part of the plan because when he least expect it she smirked and performed a round-house kick, planting her foot below his belt with a cry of “Rule Number Three!!”

As Skrael crumpled, she turned back to Douxie in Nari's body, running closer and hoping she could break the spell keeping him in the air. Fire had started to burn everywhere, the old wood catching easily to the spells Bellroc fired off but she ignored all that as she examined the magic around Douxie's wrists. She shushed him as he tried to talk to her, needing to concentrate on what she was doing, hopefully she wouldn't need Claire's help. Then a dark chuckle came from behind her.

“You won't break him free.” She turned to glare at Bellroc, their ever fluctuating voice grating on her nerves, “That magic is too powerful for even a full fledged wizard, let alone a little hedge-witch.” She growled as they laughed at her. And maybe she wouldn't be able to break it herself but if she could break this beings concentration... A wicked grin came to her face, feral as she remembered the chaos she'd wrecked at Killahead, and she began drawing runes behind her back.

“You're right...Guess I'll just have to make you break it.”

And with a flash of pink, twenty more Zoe's surrounded the demigod.

Crying out, Bellroc began to blast away her clones, easily poofing them from existence, which was fine as it was only meant as a distraction. The real Zoe dodged behind him, thankful for the rest of the crew keeping Skrael busy as she charged her magic. She'd only have one shot at this and she hoped it worked. It had been a while since she last did this. Bringing her now brightly flashing hands together, she drew them apart, a glowing, sparking, pink arrow held between them.

“Foolish girl! This won't defeat me!!” Bellroc cried with rage, dispelling the last of her clones.

“It's not meant to!” She yelled back before firing the arrow, sending a million volts through the wizard and causing them to spasm. And it was enough, for the spell holding Douxie up sputtered and died, dropping him to the floor. Zoe dived for his staggering form as Bellroc cried out again, pushing him out of the way of a blast of fire. Of course now she needed a plan to get them out of there...

Just as the fire god was approaching, already up from her attack and ready to end her life, a black portal formed beneath her and Douxie and they dropped away.

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Zoe groaned as she was dropped onto the floor of Camelot, rolling onto her back. That had been...something. She really needed to practice that attack again, it took far too much out of her but at least now Douxie was safe. And Nari. She heard the rest of the guardians tumble in, shouts from their assembled allies rising and still she laid there, catching her breath.

“Zoe! Zoe, are you alright?!” She looked up at Douxie's voice, finding Nari's face above her looking at her with concern and they were needed to change back because this was just getting too weird. She watched him sag with relief, most likely due to her opening her eyes and he sighed, “You were nuclear, Love.”

“You better switch back before you kiss me, Casperan.” Was her only response.

Chuckling breathlessly, he nodded and she watched him hold out his hand for Nari to take, the goddess now crouching on her other side. A flash of magic and she was then being pulled into Douxie's lap, the wizard now back in his body. She let him nuzzle his face into her neck, still recovering from the adrenaline and almost overuse of her magic as they sat there, friends and allies all around.

“Thank you, Zoe.” Nari said softly, sitting primly in front of her, “You risked so much.”

“It's fine, Nari,” Zoe said, smiling at the forest child, “There was no way I was letting them keep your body and Douxie's mind.” Let alone risk the possibility of them forcing the two back into their proper bodies. Then they really would have been in trouble.

“So what do you do now?” She heard Claire ask because now they were back at square one. Keep Nari out of the grasp.

“I donno,” Zoe sighed, “But the important thing is the Order doesn't have Nari anymore.”

“That's not all they don't have..” The nature goddess smirked shyly before holding up the Genius Seals.

Zoe's eyes widen as cries went up around her, Douxie laughing in surprise, before she grinned wide and shark like. Oh, things were about to get interesting.

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How the rest of the movie would play out from here I have no idea but there’s some choice Zouxie protecting each other/Nari/Archie so...there’s that. I hope you all enjoyed!

#ZoeAppreciationWeek #Zoe Week #Zoe #Douxie #Zouxie #Nari #ToA #Tales of Arcadia #Wizards #ROTT #Fanfiction #ROTT rewrite #Yeah Zoe and her arrows returned #heehee

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xbaepsae · 4 years ago

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the ebb and flow | part five

“You wonder what goes on in that head of his—why he’s always popping up out of nowhere and causing your life to become just a tad unbalanced.”

[demigod!jeongguk x demigod!reader]

genre: percy jackson!au, mythology!au, demigod!au, enemies to lovers!au, action

word count: 2.3k

rating: pg-13

warnings: flaming arrows lol, some mentions of fighting (typical camp half-blood stuff, you know), the usual character bickering and tension

a/n: omg sorry this chapter took me two extra days to write lol. idk why it was so difficult. anyway, thanks for all the love for son of poseidon jk and daughter of athena reader :) i love them so much too. xoxo

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the second summer – in which it all begins

Mid-summer in Long Island is always hot, and it doesn’t make outside activities any better. Or more bearable. From your cabin, you stare out of a window at the almost noon sun and sigh—you are surely going to turn into burnt toast today.

“Going back to archery class today?”

You turn towards the voice. “Unfortunately.”

“Archery isn’t that bad,” Namjoon laughs.

“It is when you’re kind of bad at it,” you say, to which he doesn’t have a reply.

In your defense, you just picked up archery recently. It’s no longer something that’s a necessary skill to have—especially since you’re better at other things—so you didn’t bother taking the lessons with Chiron last year. Also, at the time, the flaming arrows terrified you anyway. However, now, you figured that you should try and master every skill offered here.

What you didn’t account for was having zero skill in the art of archery. And it’s frustrating, to say the least.

“I’m sure you’ll get better with time,” Namjoon finally says.

“I hope so.”

While Namjoon goes off to climb walls with satyrs, you go off to meet Chiron at the targets. When you arrive, there are already a few other campers armed with their bows. You settle beside Jung Hoseok, hoping that some of his natural skills in archery will rub off on you.

“Hey, y/n!” Hoseok’s enthusiastic as ever.

You offer him a half-smile. “Hey.”

“Excited?” he asks. “I think Chiron’s going to bust out the flaming arrows today.”

You gulp at the mention of fire. Even though you’re not scared of flaming arrows anymore—at least, the idea of them—you’re still a little nervous about actually having to hit the targets with one. “Um, cool?”

“It’s super easy, watch.”

As Chiron’s voice booms over everyone, you do as Hoseok says and watch as an arrow is doused in lighter fuel. Chiron fastens the arrow through his bow before he lights in on fire and hits a bullseye. Your mouth drops at how quick everything happens, shocked at how a flaming arrow seems much faster than a normal one.

The fire is quickly put out, probably to save the target from becoming fully disintegrated, and Chiron calls, “Okay, heroes, line-up behind one another.”

Since there are six targets, the group divides amongst each one. Hoseok immediately rushes into the front of the last target to be first, while you move to stand a few people behind him. You twist your head out of the line to watch as the son of Apollo confidently readies his bow and shoots his flaming arrow in a perfect bullseye. After a quick praise from Chiron, he moves off to the side so another camper can begin.

“Hoseok’s pretty good, huh?”

You jump at the sudden voice. Turning around, you spot Jeon Jeongguk inches away from you. “Oh my gods, what are you doing?”

“Here for archery practice, duh,” he says easily, but you don’t miss the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Last year, when you both arrived at camp for the first time, Jeongguk was relatively quiet and kept mostly to himself. Although, as time passed, he quickly became more outspoken and comfortable around everyone—a little too comfortable. The shyness was definitely a short-lived phase. You kind of miss it.

Now, he never shuts up and it’s starting to annoy you—especially when he pops up out of nowhere like this and messes with your focus. “You’re not in this class.”

“How would you know? Maybe I just got here late?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. If there’s anything you’ve realized this summer, it’s that Jeongguk is always trying to pick a fight with you. Sometimes, you partake in his antics; however, right now, you’ve really got to focus. “Whatever, Jeon.”

Taking a step away from him, you realize that you’re already next up to shoot an arrow. The other campers are openly staring, which makes you nearly trip over your own feet.

“You’ve got this, y/n,” Chiron says, handing you an arrow.

Taking the arrow from him, you inhale deeply before dipping the tip in the fuel. Slipping the arrow in your bow, your nerves are in a bundle when Chiron lights it on fire and commands you to aim for the yellow center.

Instinct seems to take over as the nock passes through your fingertips. You watch in slow motion as your arrow propels through the air and lands in the red portion of the target. A shocked gasp leaves you lips at how close you got to the center; hitting red is better than what you did yesterday.

“Well done,” Chiron smiles, and you’re so glad he’s so patient with you.

“I’ll do better tomorrow,” you promise, and class is dismissed for the day.

Everyone begins to put their bows away; by the time you manage to do the same, Jeongguk is already long gone.

***

“I knew he wasn’t in archery with me.”

You were on your way to arts and crafts with Hephaestus’s cabin when Haru caught up to you. She asked you about your day in archery yesterday, and when you mentioned Jeongguk she was confused.

“Yeah, he’s in sword fighting with me,” she says.

“So, why was he by the range then?” you ask.

Haru frowns for a moment, before understanding fills her face. “Oh, that’s probably because we were scouting outside the area yesterday.”

“For what?”

“I guess our trainer wants us to get field experience? Outside of the arena. I think he decided on the field beside the archery range,” she explains, and you mutter an oh great. “Don’t worry though, we should be some distance away from you guys.”

Though you’re skeptical about that, you can’t really dwell too much about it because you’re already in front of the forge. You spend your hour in arts and crafts thinking about flaming arrows…and maybe Jeongguk too. But not in a way people might expect you to be thinking about him.

You wonder what goes on in that head of his—why he’s always popping up out of nowhere and causing your life to become just a tad unbalanced. Every time he’s around, you feel strange…like you can’t stand him at all. Jeongguk just makes you uncomfortable and you hate it.

By the time you are walking back to the archery range, he has gotten so deep underneath your skin that you swear you can hear his voice ringing in your ear.

“Why am I going crazy?” you mutter to no one but yourself, simultaneously shaking your head in the process. “What is wrong with—”

“Finally admitting that you’re crazy, miss goody-two-shoes? About time.”

Standing up straighter, you turn around and realize that you aren’t totally imagining things—the devil himself was actually behind you. You can’t help but narrow your eyes at him. “Why are you being so nosy, Jeon?”

“Anyone would’ve been able to hear that remark,” Jeongguk rolls his eyes, moving to walk ahead of you.

“Why did you lie yesterday and say that you were in archery?” you ask, but he doesn’t reply. Instead, he just continues on his merry way, past the targets and towards the adjacent field. You watch as he picks up the pace and begins to jog towards his instructor; you realize that you should probably do the same.

Today, Hoseok is, once again, first up to shoot an arrow. Chiron lets him shoot a few, and each one leaves your mouth hanging open. At this point, you think the son of Apollo is just showing off because every arrow that goes through his bow flawlessly hits a bullseye.

“How do you do that every time?” you ask him once the next person is up.

Hoseok just laughs. “It’s natural, I guess.”

“Wish that were me,” you muse.

“We all have different skill sets, y/n,” he attempts to console you. “I mean, you’re great with battle strategy—which is why Apollo always want to join Athena’s team.”

You conclude that he’s right—everyone is skilled in their own way. Besides, you can get better at archery with time anyway. You continue small talk with Hoseok until Chiron tells you that you’re next up. You drag yourself in front of the target and fasten the arrow through your bow. Staring at the target, you clear your mind of excess thoughts—you want to really focus on hitting the center. With a quick exhale, you propel the arrow through the air.

And it hits the center.

When you realize this, you begin jumping up and down. Chiron laughs through his congratulating remarks, before asking if you’d like another shot. “Of course, I want to do it again!”

Just as you begin to aim your bow and arrow, you hear a commotion to the left. Looking away from the target, you notice that things have gotten pretty hectic on the field where campers are practicing with their swords. Except, you realize that swords aren’t being used much—everyone has adapted to using their own special skills.

Demeter kids are sprouting things from the ground, Apollo kids are playing their lyres, and a certain son of Poseidon is blasting water cannons. For a moment, you wonder how this chaos even ensued; but that thought quickly fades when the commotion starts coming closer. Squash begins sprouting right by the range, but that’s not even the worse of it. A cannon of water comes out of nowhere and drenches your entire body, and you notice that everything seems to go silent after that.

Your camp shirt now hangs heavy on your body, and your sneakers feel disgustingly uncomfortable. Opening your eyes, you notice that everyone is staring at you with shock, but you can only see one person.

“Jeon Jeongguk!” You yell at the boy who only stands a few yards away from you. “You idiot!”

Even from this distance, you can see him struggle for words—a surprising feat since he always seems to have something smart to say. Taking a step closer to him, you aim your arrow for his head; it would be so easy to just knock him out. Jeongguk’s eyes fly wide at your stance; you wonder if he thinks you’re actually going to shoot.

Without even thinking twice, you let the arrow fly. But today seems to be Jeongguk’s lucky day because the arrow misses his head, landing in the tree right beside him. You notice him visibly exhale, but that relief quickly dissipates when his instructor practically pulls him by the ear and looks straight at you. “You, come with us.”

“B-But I didn’t do anything wrong!” You look to Chiron. “Jeongguk shot me with a water cannon—”

“I understand that you were only defending yourself, y/n, but you almost hit Jeongguk with an arrow. You’ll have to talk to Mr. D about this, I’m afraid.”

You can’t help but pout. Dionysus is always in a mood. But you obey anyway and make your way to the Big House. There, you find the god himself conjuring up a glass of wine from sunlight. You stare at the deep burgundy liquid before raising your eyes to the god. “I thought you were still stuck here for another few decades?”

Mr. D turns his gaze to you, lazily rolling his eyes. “Oh, my mistake—I seem to have forgotten.”

With the wave of his hand, the wine transforms into a can of Diet Coke. You would laugh at the displeased look on his face, but you know that you’re not Mr. D’s favorite camper right now. He takes a sip of the soda before turning to face you and Jeongguk.

“You and you heroes,” he sighs, “always causing trouble around here.”

“It was an accident, sir,” Jeongguk speaks up first, which is not surprising. He’s always trying to cover his own ass. “I didn’t mean to blast that canon of water towards the archery range. It was completely accidental. However, y/n aiming an arrow for my head is—”

You interrupt him, “Mr. D, how can a canon of water from yards away be an accident? I think it was completely on purpose.”

“The arrow was on purpose!” Jeongguk exclaims, turning towards you. “You were trying to kill me!”

Meeting his gaze with an eye roll, you say, “Oh, please, Jeon like I would ever—”

“Di immortales!” Mr. D suddenly yells. “Can you children shut up?”

Looking away from Jeongguk and towards your camp director, you notice the purple flames dancing in his eyes. An angry Dionysus always makes you tense. Often, you forget how much power this god actually has. He’s one of the twelve. You sink back and notice that Jeongguk does the same.

“Sorry, sir,” you both apologize quickly, and the purple flames lessen.

“I cannot stand mortals,” the god of wine clenches his teeth, “you both are insufferable. I’m starting to resent father for sending me here again!”

You don’t even know what to say. Mr. D sounds like a child right now.

“Ugh, just get out,” he continues, taking a sip of his Diet Coke, “you both are giving me a massive headache, and I’m in need of my daily nap.”

You blink; is Mr. D letting you both off the hook? No punishment? Before he can give you both one, you bid the god of wine goodbye and start walking out. Just as you’re about to push the doors open, Jeongguk’s voice stops you. “Just because Mr. D let us off the hook, doesn’t mean I’m going to forget that you nearly killed me today.”

Turning around, you look Jeongguk dead in the eye. “Are you trying to start something with me, Jeon? Because you shouldn’t start things you can’t finish.”

“Is that a threat?” he asks, a single brow raised.

“I guess you better watch your back,” you say and push the doors open before he can say anything else.

#armiesnet #btsbookclub #btswriterscollective #bangtan bookclub #jungkook fic #jeongguk fic #bts scnearios #kpop scenarios #bts #bangtan #bts percy jackson au #percy jackson au #demigod au #mythology au #action #drabble series #the ebb and flow #xbaepsae

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drsilverfish · 5 years ago

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The Cast of Heroes in 15x11 The Gamblers

So, following straight on from 15x10 The Hero’s Journey, we encounter the Goddess Fortuna in Alaska, who compares Sam and Dean to three mythological heroes.

Heracles/ Hercules and Iolaus (one of his male lovers) fighting the Hydra (one of the twelve labours of Hercules).

Malibu 83.AE.346, Caeretan hydria, c. 525 B.C. Main panel: Hercules slaying the Lernean hydra

Gilgamesh and Enkidu fighting the “Bull of Heaven

The Gilgamesh Cylinder Seal - Assyrian 7thC BC

Cú Chulainn carrying Ferdiad’s body (sculpture in Co Louth. Ireland)

I’m even later to the party than usual this evening because it’s a particularly hectic work period.

Looking forward to seeing all your takes on The Gamblers!

Firstly, I am ecstatic, as I’m sure many of you are - THANKYOU Meredith Glynn and Davy Perez - they friggin’ mentioned GILGAMESH.

We’ve been talking about The Epic of Gilgamesh as the closest model in world literature for the epic-heroic love story between Dean and Cas for years.

Gilgamesh, Hercules, Cú Chulainn - those are the heroes Fortuna mentions.

Three heroes from three different mythologies. What is their significance?

Cú Chulainn (Irish mythology) was a handsome warrior, the lover of many women, but with a true love, the lady Emer. He was the son of the God Lugh, God of the harvest. Tragically he killed his own son, Connla, not knowing who he was.

He may also have been bisexual. His relationship with Ferdiad, his best friend and foster-brother, is described by Cat Mount in a scholarly article, “The Three Loves of Cúchulainn: The Impact of Warrior Relationships in The Táin” (2012) as follows:

“Cúchulainn’s relationships with Fergus, Laeg, and Ferdia demand attention. Each is different not only because each man is different, but because they depict separate types of relationships. The relationship with Fergus is based in the familial, while the relationship with Laeg is one of friendship. The relationship with Ferdia falls somewhere between the other two and, yet, is neither. Romantic is a term that can be used to describe this friendship.”

http://loki.stockton.edu/~kinsellt/ulsterrising/ulsterrising.pdf

Tragically, Cú Chulainn kills Ferdiad in battle.

Heracles/ Hercules (Greek/ Roman mythology) was also the son of a God, Zeus. In Greek mythology he was also bisexual, taking many male and female lovers. His most well-known male lovers were Iolaus and Hylas.

https://www.advocate.com/arts-entertainment/art/2013/08/14/golden-age-denial-hercules-bisexual-demigod?pg=8

Hercules also undewent great suffering. His famous twelve labours were penance for having killed his sons whilst in a state of madness induced by Zeus’ wife Hera (jealous as usual of Zeus’ eternal philanderings).

Gilgamesh, from the Mesopotamian Epic of Gilgamesh, was, like Cú Chulainn and Hercules, part divine and part human. Enkidu was a “wild man” fashioned by the Gods to be his companion. Gilgamesh’s mother, Ninsun, interpreted her son’s dream which foretold the coming of Enkidu to him thus:

“This star of heaven which descended like a meteor from the sky; which you tried to lift,- but found too heavy, when you tried to move it it would not budge, and so you brought it to my feet; I made it for you, a goad and spur, and you were drawn as though to a woman. This is the strong comrade, the one who brings help to his friend in his need. He is the strongest of wild creatures, the stuff of Anu; born in the grass-lands and the wild hills reared him; when you see him you will be glad; you will love him as a woman and he will never forsake you. This is the meaning of the dream.”

http://www.aina.org/books/eog/eog.htm

Why Reference These Particular Heroes?

Well, yay for bisexual heroes - the queer subtext of S15 continues apace.

Also, there are three of them, so we could, perhaps, map them to Sam, Dean and Cas.

But, I think there’s more than that.

These heroes are part divine and part human. That fits with the alchemical themes of S14 and 15, where alchemy is a symbolic map of the soul’s journey to God, but also represents the recognition of the spark of divinity in man. This fits with the cosmic and earthly planes mirroring one another, which has been a feature of Supernatural (as above, so below) since Chuck tried to make Sam and Dean vehicles for a cosmic show-down between Michael and Lucifer, and, more rescently, the way Chuck and Amara’s break-up mirrored Dean and Cas’ break-up, and Sam’s direct human-divine connection to Chuck via the God-wound.

Chuck, so I think the ending goes, needs to recognise the “divine spark” in his creations (free will) instead of treating them as characters in his story and as “toys” (as Dean said in 15x09 The Trap). In other words, God needs to recognise the “divinity” in our heroes (just like Cú Chulainn and Hercules and Gilgamesh are part divine).

And that’s the other element that’s interesting - because heroes lead epic but tragic lives in mythology. All these heroes killed people they loved - sons or comrades-in-arms/ lovers.

That’s the ending Chuck wants for Sam and Dean - one brother kills the other.

So, in as much as Chuck needs to recognise the “divine spark” in his creations, Sam and Dean need to recognise that they don’t have to be heroic tragic archetypes, they can instead, embrace the gloriousness of their humanity.

Heroes get tragic endings, humans sometimes get happy ones.

So there’s an as above, so below symmetry happening through the invocation of these three mythic heroes - God must come to recognise the divinity in his creations, and our heroes must come to recognise they don’t have to be larger-than-life (part divine) heroes forever, but can just, at the end, win their freedom to be free humans.

I’ll say more about hero paralllels and Jack in another post. Suffice it to say that I don’t think Jack killing Chuck will turn out to the the “correct” doorway to cosmic and earthly freedom.

#Supernatural #15x11 #The Gamblers #SPN meta #Meta #Mythology meta #As above so below #Alchemy is S15 #Alchemy meta #Epic of Gilgamesh #Dean is bisexual #Still subtext #But subtext IS part of narrative

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Distant Connection - 11/11

Pairing: Bucky x Harmonia (OC) Warnings: mentions of wicca/witchcraft, fight, fluff, Summary: After an unknown group of goons took her mom’s life and tried to get her for the dark magic powers she possesses, this untaught witch is saved by the Avengers and brought to the compound where her new life unfolds.

MASTERLIST || Distant Connection Masterlist

“Are you ready to go to Asgard, Harmony?” Thor's voice broke the silence. Only James was standing there with her. It was early, the others didn’t need to know and this was something she needed to find out for herself.

With a nod she walked up to him, had an arm slung around her waist and the Bifrost opening above them. With a smile at James they went through a colorful tunnel that was fascinating her more than her own magic. A scientist would love this but she didn’t have much time to think about it since all of a sudden she was surrounded by warm light. In front of her was the rainbow bridge and the entirety of Asgard. “Welcome back, Odinson.” Came from a deep voice. “Heimdall. This is my Midgardian friend Harmonia,” he answered. “Thor,” she said a little bit distressed and both turned to her. There was some kind of aura building up around her that turned more gold the longer it was there. “She is not Midgardian. She is a demigod like you, Odinson.” Heimdall looked at him. “Great. I would LOVE to know what that means for me,” she said interrupting their little moment. “You’ll collect energy in sacred places. Like Asgard.” The man explained to her. “And what does that do to me on Earth?” She asked turning fully to them. “Well, you’re a demigod everywhere. Who are your ancestors?” He asked back. “She only knows that her name is Harmonia Gaia Aphrodite,” Thor answered for her while she was staring at the golden aura around her. “You’re reincarnated Gaia and Aphrodite in Midgard form?” He suggested. “I mean, I guess. Dark magic people are after me on earth. So I’ll assume there is something to it,” she said trying to create magic in her hands. “Don’t underestimate your powers, Harmonia.” Came from beside her but the blue was already as big as a flame before she hectically undid her magic. “Let me show you Asgard,” Thor said beside her with a smile before they finally went on with it.

“...and that’s where we have outdoor celebrations.” He pointed to an area before someone appeared in front of them. “And that’s my brother Loki,” he said smiling. She gave him a little wave, “Nice to meet you, Loki.” “Who is your...midgardian...demigod friend?” His soft voice asked. “Harmonia.” She smiled at him. He took her hand and bowed. Unlike James the day before he meant it seriously. “You are way above the likes of me and my brother. It is certainly nice to have you here in Asgard.” His whole expression was soft, the complete opposite of the Loki everyone saw in New York a few years before. “Can I invite you somewhere? We have great food here.” He smiled with his soft expression. Thor witnessing this smiling since he really believed in the goodness of his brother. “Do you...have a library where I can learn more about everything that has been happening to me?” It was weird for her to talk this politely all of a sudden but she kinda liked it. “Of course, let me bring you there.” He gestured her into the direction. Thor just let it happen, it felt right and she also probably could kick him through the entirety of Asgard if she wanted to in the worst case. “I like the yellow in your cape.” She smiled at him and Thor could visibly see his shoulders relax before they were out of sight. “It’s to honor my mother.” His smile was genuine. “I read many great things about her. Did you learn the clone thing from her?” She was curious. He nodded “All types of illusions.” A tiny bit of sadness shined through. She put a hand on his shoulder, “I know how it feels to lose someone so important. I constantly search small ways to honor my mother too. She died a few months ago, trying to protect me.” There was grief reflecting in her eyes. “My deepest condolences. Maybe it helps to think about her still being there in spirit. Asgardians believe in these things too.” They stopped in front of a big door with gold details. The guards opened it and behind was a gigantic library. “Feel free to read anything you’d like. What topics are you preferring?” He asked. “Books on Gaia & Aphrodite. A little bit about magic and dark magic.” His head lifted up a bit when he heard her say dark magic. “Why dark magic?” He asked curiously. “Dark magic people were after me on Earth, killed my mom. Avengers came and saved me. They came to us, that one person explained that I’m part of their prophecy and that I shouldn’t be on Earth. And because I can do magic myself. Just that I don’t use it to harm.” She gave him the short version. “If you ever need me to…” he made some fighting gestures, “...just let me know.” “Only if you promise not to send a whole space army down to Earth again.” She stared him right into his soul. He nodded, “I wasn’t myself doing this. It was the mind stone controlling me...and a little bit of me.” He tried to explain. "I understand. You have a way, uuh, softer personality compared to New York." She smiled at him softly not wanting to insult him by calling him soft but he didn't seem to be bothered.

He showed her the shelves stacked with hundreds of books about magic and searched for some books about the two goddesses she seemingly channeled. "You know...I learned about you in my studies about witchcraft before I even knew about my powers. It's really fascinating. Your whole story and all the magic stuff you can do." she could tell that he needed to hear that since it was clear that he didn't always have the best life. "I can tell you some more stories whenever you'd like." He smiled bright, finally. "Can I ask a...personal question?" The words came very reluctantly. "Sure." He was really not a bit bad right now. It felt strange but refreshing. "You're a frost giant, right? Can you do frost giant things or did you never learn that?" She was curious and although his eyes became kinda distant for a moment he still tried to answer. "A few things but...not much." He almost got shy for a second. "I like that your life is so layered and that you have so much history...and I'm sorry if I'm getting annoying." She stopped herself. "No, it's pleasant to hear. I don't hear praise from Midgardians often," He answered while she opened the first book. "I truly believe people can get better. It's nice to see that you're going into a good direction, Loki." She smiled while reading. "Mind if I sit with you?" He gestured to the chair next to her. "Not at all." She looked up for a second. The next minutes were spent in a pleasant silence that was only interrupted by turning pages. "Is my brother talking about me on Midgard?" His serious question breaks through the silence. "Sometimes. I'm not around him too much with all the other people around. He tells stories of you tricking him quite a lot. It's very sweet." A small smile formed on his face for a moment. "I'd love to visit Midgard again one day." He was a bit lost in thoughts for a while. The nice moment was interrupted by Thor storming in, "Harmony, we need to go. The compound." She instantly stood up from the chair, looking back at Loki, telling him, "I hope you tell me some stories next time." Before hectically walking with Thor.

They came back right to where they were departing before to see fire and a bunch of dark magicians keeping the Avengers together with their powers. The only person able to defend them being Wanda. Harmony's shock turned into deep anger. "You won't take my second family away from me," she screamed and got their attention. "You were in Asgard. All we need now is to harvest your energy." The man in the middle answered while she positioned herself in front of the Avengers. "You won't do anything with anyone. Not on my watch." The anger and passion laced in her voice was accompanied by her eyes turning glowing red. Her body elevated from the floor while she broke the shield around the others with a purple protection spell way stronger than their shared magic. "You won't get anything from me!" She grumbled holding out her hand and having Mjölnir flying perfectly into it seconds later before holding it up with the shock on the faces in front and behind her and crashing down lighting on everything daring to touch her family. Thor had made his way around them by now and attacked them from behind. The god of thunder didn't need to have a weapon to be a weapon. Both worthy Avengers made short process with most of the magicians and Wanda was the first one to get back into fighting mode and finished the stronger leader with the Harmony & Thor in a big implosion before there was a dead silence filled with hectic breathing and sounds of fire crackling. "What was that?" Harmony mumbled. Everything happened way too fast. "They just showed up, burned everything down. All I could do was protect them. No way fighting that many alone." Wanda said out of it and exhausted. She grabbed her into a tight hug, "Thank you." Both turned around to the others still shocked at what had happened. "Are you all okay? I'm so sorry." She ran towards them and looked at each of them. "I think we need to change nicknames." Steve tried to lighten the mood when she stopped in front of him. She smiled and her hand went over his arm, looking at his wrist that was slightly burned. "James!" She almost threw herself into his arms. "I'm okay. I'm so proud of you. Everything's okay. It's just this part of the compound." He was so programmed on calming her spiraling mind. "You need to get some stitches in your side." She cupped his face with a hurt smile while Wanda tried to contain the fire with her powers. "So...is nobody going to talk about her being worthy, or?" Tony broke the depressed mood. "And a demigod," she whispered. Only James could hear it and smiled even more caring. "Friday? Can you make the C349 build into a pipe that can put water onto that burning pile?" Tony's voice asked and some metal scraps flew through the air pumping water from the lake onto the compound. "Are we ordering Pizza?" Clint asked deadpanning. "Only if they also deliver ice cream," Nat answered totally done with her friend but smiling.

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groovyzombiellama · 5 years ago

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Family Reunion

Title: Family Reunion Requested? Yes. Plot: You are the daughter of Hades and Artemis, Persephone being your step mother, and one day you and your boyfriend Scott go on one of your family reunions together. Word count: 2266 (longest imagine I’ve ever written so far)

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“I could come with you, you know, for support?“ Your head snapped up from the message from your father on your phone to look at Scott after he uttered that sentence. Your eyes wide, he can’t be serious. Did he seriously just offer to go to your family reunion? You knew he had your best interest at heart and was trying to help you, but regardless of all the things he went through, and becoming an Alpha, nothing can prepare him for what your family reunions are like. Messy doesn’t even begin to cover it. Scott saw the disbelief in your eyes, and raised his hands up slowly, backing away a few steps, saying he just tried to help. Another beep of your phone snapped you back into reality, and you noticed it was from your step mother, informing you to bring anyone you want with you if you want to, since she knows how these things can get to you. You and Scott are in your fourth year of dating, so he’s practically family, you’ve even gone shopping for a ring, but he wanted to be the one to decide in the end and give you a surprise, so it would tehnically still be a family reunion, but was he really ready for it?

In case people are wondering why you had this reaction and why meeting your family is so dreadful, I should explain the background surrounding your birth and childhood. You are a demigod, daughter of the all powerful king of the Underworld, but if your father being Hades is not enough, there’s so much more to it. Your three mothers to be exact. Yup, three mothers, you’re that special. Allow me to elaborate. Your mother is Artemis, but since she’s a virgin goddess, a human was tasked with your birth. So that cover’s the second mother, the woman who birth you. Things were great for a while, your father sent his minions to keep an eye on you when you would walk out into the human world, and you almost had this feeling of power that you were a demigod. However, when your father fell in love with Persephone, and made a plan with his brother Zeus to kidnap her and make her his wife, things shifted, slow but sure, into a completely different world. Artemis wasn’t pleased with the new woman in Hades’ life, and even less pleased with how loving Persephone was towards you.

While in the beginning, she was miserable to say the least because of how she ended up in the Underworld, you were the one silver lining in Persephone’s life, and she loved caring for you and having you around, in a way more than Artemis, who ended up becoming a little too busy with feeling betrayed by your father. So to you, Persephone was more of a mother, but I still referred to her as the step mother in the beginning. And you wanted to see your family, you loved all of them, no matter how hot headed they can get around each other, but you just didn’t want to see them all at once. It was kinda bound to be a disaster one way or another. If they end up at each other’s throats, ready to fight, you were used to it, and you could just slip away and go home. But the bad scenario is when they are quiet, fake smiles curving their lips, and they looked as if they were glued to their face, or perhaps they were turning into stone. That’s when you know it’s really bad. So far, Scott hasn’t met anyone from your family, and if it was up to you, he never would. Maybe you’d let him meet your brothers and sisters, but as far as parents go, you were fine not exposing him to that.

A sigh escapes your lips as you lock your phone and throw it on the bed next to you, placing your head in your hands. You feel the bed sink next to you and you turn your head slightly to see Scott’s worried eyes on you as he rubbed circles on your back soothingly. You lean into him, closing your eyes when you feel him kiss the top of your head. “I’m sorry for how I reacted, it’s just that these reunions get pretty hectic at times. We’re not exactly your everyday modern family. We’re talking about actual Gods, with incredible powers. I guess something happening to you popped in my head and I got way too worried.“ Scott lets out an airy laugh at your words, pulling you tighter against him,wrapping both arms around you. He tells you that he was going to be fine, and that what mattered to him more was being there to help you calm down when you needed him. You feel a smile creep on your lips, and you lift your head up to look at your boyfriend, who in turn lowers his head and captures your lips in his.

“No, no, no, definitely not, no, no, not in a million years...“ Finding an outfit for the party is going not so well it seems, as you sit in the middle of the floor, your clothes pilled up around you, a mild pout on your face. It made you wish that you had some powers of your own, especially time traveling powers, so that you could just skip the reuinion entirely. But no matter how you flicked your hand at Scott walking into the room, he wasn’t freezing. His brows furrowed at your actions, and he questioned what you were doing. You told him and he chuckled, lowering himself to randomly grab some clothes and throw them at you to wear. “I wore five days ago!“ You say, dangling your dress on your finger by the strap, holding it out towards him. But Scott informed you that even if you did wear it not too long ago, your family hasn’t seen you in those clothes, so why not put your worries aside where you can and just put it on.

You shook your head at his remark and got up off the floor, gathered the rest of the clothes back to the wardrobe and went to the bathroom to change. Once you were in your bra and underware, you feel Scott’s strong arms wrap around your waist, as his lips trace hot kisses on your neck and shoulder, making your eyes flutter closed. “Scott...we don’t....have time for that.“ You kept pausing in the middle of your sentance as you were tryin to supress a moan from escaping from your lips. But one did manage to slip out as one of Scott’s hands squeezed your breast and his mouth found your sweet spot. Feeling yourself melt in his hands, and that caused you to snap back into reality and turn towards him, quickly pushing him back. “Sorry, sorry, I can’t help it when I have such a hot girlfriend.“ He said looking you up and down. You respond with sending a wink his way and slipping on your dress. A low growl comes from Scott, and you know that by the time you’re home from the reunion, if they manage to stay calm, you’d be having an eventful night.

You took a deep breath before entering your father’s dining room. Everyone was already there, sitting dangerously close to each other for your liking. When they noticed you, they all stood up, glaring at each other upon noticing their synced actions, before the pressure was on you. You had to choose carefully the order of hugs. The first one was easy, as you wrapped your arms around your father’s neck, before introducing him to Scott, who shook Hades’ hand. You knew that Artemis would be holding a huge grudge if you didn’t hug her first, and Persephone would probably understand why you walk to her second. So you introduce Scott to Artemis next, and as you are about to turn towards Persephone, you can already notice the sinister smirk that Artemis would be giving her, but Persephone stayed calm and you could see it in her eyes that she didn’t mind what you did, which made you love her even more. After all of the greetings and introductions, you were finally able to sit down and eat. Of course your family asked Scott a lot of questions, looking over at you with shocked expressons after finding out you were together for four years without them knowing.

“You’re gods, I’m surprised not a single one of your minions told you about us.“ You say to your father, stating that since they are gods, they can see anyone whenever they want to. Sure, Hades rarely left the Underworld, but Artemis and Persephone left frequently. And the subtle wink you got from Persephone indicated she already knew something, but chose not to tell anyone. A part of you felt that the fact there was a new person with them, and someone so close to you at that, the three adults at the table were restraining themselves from asking too much about topics they knew they would bicker about. Artemis held her glass tighter and tighter as Persephone spoke about what you were like as a child. It was subtle, so not even you noticed it, until you all heard glass breaking and shards flying all over the table. “How would you know better than me what she was like?! You’re not her mother!“ Oh boy, here we go. You knew how this conversation went. Artemis would get pissed off by something Persephone said, and would start throwing a tantrum, while Hades tried to protect his wife by asking Artemis to calm down, and in case she doesn’t, he’d probably throw her in one of the dungeons until she cools down.

“Artemis!“ Your father’s voice boomed into the empty space around you, making you jump slightly. Scott squeezed your hand as encouragement that he was there for you no matter what, and you responded by squeezing his hand back and smiling at him for a moment, before your attention was back to your mothers standing up from their seats, throwing daggers at each other with their eyes. You and Scott were sitting next to Artemis, instead of opposite of your father, because that’s where you usually sit when you are alone, not to get anoyne angry, so you used the opportunity to grab her sleeve, and tug on it, making her turn her head towards you. “Please, sit down, both of you. We will eat in peace and talk about the new stuff in our lives, or Scott and I are leaving.“ The determination in your voice was strong, and your mothers could feel it. They knew that once you set your mind on something, you were gonna do it, no matter what.

The tension between the two women could be cut with a knife, and you could have sworn you hear every single click the utensils made in contact with their surroundings, even when your father put his fork on the napkin next to his plate, you could have sworn it was the loudest sound ever compared to anyone talking. Because they weren’t talking, and when they would, one of them would have a quick remark about something the other one said. Artemis doing so in her usual, hot tempered way, placing her hand on the table, and leaning over to the person she was targeting with her wit, Hades leaning back into his chair, and resting his hand on his staff, and Persephone acting as calm as ever, looking at her nails, or down into her plate. You regretted bringing Scott with you. Not because you didn’t want him to know every part of you, but because you are used to dinners like this, you can handle them. But he was new to this, and you could tell he felt awkward. And you didn’t blame him.

After coming back home, you let out a sigh of relief and plopped yourself onto the couch in the living room of yours and Scott’s shared apartment. “I sure am glad that’s over.“ You say, as you lift your feet on the table, tilting your head back into the cushions. Scott chuckled taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes. He then walked over to you and kissed your nose, causing you to giggle. You loved how he always was able to bring out the happy you no matter what. He then whispered in your ear. “I know something we can do that could take your mind off tonight being so awkward.“ You knew exactly what he meant by that, and jumped to your feet, grabbing his hand and leading him to your bedroom, walking in backwards as you stared into his eyes, your bottom lip between your teeth. As you walked, you felt your bed on the back of your legs, and pulled at Scott’s shirt, falling backwards on the sheets, with him falling on top of you. He looked at you for a moment before crashing his lips onto yours. You will always love your family, no matter what, and you were glad that they didn’t wault over the table with their weapons at the ready to fight. Maybe next time, you bringing Scott will be helping things calm down, as he’ll get used to it pretty soon. All and all, you were the daughter of a few people, but the girlfriend, and a week later a fiance of only one person.

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Sorry it took so long @katandnanca I hope you are happy with the plot and the length, if not, let me know and I can do a part 2 maybe? <3

The three Colson requests I have pending over inbox, and maybe a part 2 of getting engaged to Theo after he comes back from the underworld are gonna be up tomorrow I hope, or the day after that, depending on the errands I have to do with my mom, like buying some stuff for the new apartment etc <3

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arigatouiris · 5 years ago

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daughter of artemis // p.p — [05]

c h a p t e r f i v e

Pairing: Peter Parker x Demigod! Reader [Female pronouns]

Warnings: swearing; angst [a lot of it]; greek mythology rewritten [completely my interpretation of it, oops]; slightly based off the games god of war and assassin’s creed odyssey; hurt/comfort; cliche; fluff [on later chapters sometimes]; mentions of sex and gore; slight alternate universe

Follows events after Endgame, but Tony, Natasha, Steve, Loki are alive in this universe.

Author’s Note: For all those who left notes and messages, thank you so much. It means a lot to me that people read and appreciate this story, because this is so close to my heart. I’ve been harboring this in my mind for years now, and I can finally write about this. Anyway, any guesses who her father might be? xD

Also all of what’s mentioned here (prophecy and deification) are all fictional. I made it up. So, disclaimer alert~

Word count: 4943

05 // στοργή familial love

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“How dare you?”

(y/n) looked up to see Marina slap a man across his face. Her eyes widened and she immediately stood up, wondering what happened. (y/n) had always known Marina had a short temper, as someone who came around only after the decimation. Marina was a tall woman, long black hair, face peppered with freckles, which added to her attractiveness. However, she didn’t speak to a lot of people, and (y/n) had noticed that ever since she came to the shelter, considering Marina came after (y/n), Marina only did things on her own. She cooked for everyone, but never stayed to eat with them.

“Marina, is everything okay?” (y/n) asked.

Marina scoffed and walked away, while the man on the ground simply sighed.

“I just asked for her number, man. I didn’t even say anything inappropriate. She could have said no, and I’d have walked away.”

Blinking, (y/n) watched as Marina headed upstairs. She’s confusing, she deducted before getting back to what she was doing.

TV reports stated that school would reopen late this year. (y/n) thought of her own schooling when this was mentioned; having been tutored at her own quarters in Olympus, none other than Athena herself. She knew her mother would have wanted her to continue, but she didn’t have any parents here or anyone to help. Apollo, someone she considered dear now since their relationship was improving, would perhaps not even be aware.

That evening, when (y/n) headed upstairs to train, Apollo stood there, with a brochure. (y/n) blinked before noticing how he waved it at her, a grin on his face. It was strange to see her uncle grinning at her, wearing loafers and a yellow tank with a smiley on it.

“You are so weird.” She mumbled, walking over to the God of the Sun.

“This is a brochure for this school, which I think you need to go to starting November. It’s perfect. All of these courses remind me of what Athena used to teach you—”

“How did you know Athena would teach me?” (y/n) asked, suspiciously.

“Uh,” Apollo gulped before saying, “Artemis told me.”

“No, she didn’t. You spoke to Athena, didn’t you? You’re the one who told her to include Arts and—”

“Shut up. Go to this school. End of conversation.” Apollo’s face, when turned red, was dead obvious.

(y/n) chuckled. Taking the brochure from his hand, she read the name of the school—’Midtown’. The school looked like any regular school, but apparently it was for students who were a bit smarter than average. There were a lot of college prep classes involved here. Thinking about college, and her own education, made her miss her mother more. The smile on her face died instantly, and this fall in emotion was something even Apollo noticed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Thinking about all this… College and studies and stuff, sure, it’s something mom would have wanted for me. I can’t deny that. But… But, this prophecy and with the way things are going, everyday is unpredictable. I can’t afford to—”

Placing both his hands on her shoulders, Apollo stared directly into his niece’s eyes.

“Artemis would have never wanted you to use the prophecy as an excuse to skip studying. You and I both know you want this, as much as your mother would have, so please. Don’t leave this behind.”

(y/n) huffed before leaning back and closing her eyes. Apollo straightened himself and cleared his throat, “I... can be your guardian. You can move out of here, find a place to stay. People won’t be suspicious. You can have a proper life, (y/n).”

“This form is already filled out!” Reading the name of the guardian, she scoffed, “Alec?” (y/n) asked, scrunching her eyes.

Apollo rubbed the back of his neck, “Artemis and I had human names. I called myself Alec, and she was Arianna, Aria for short.”

She inclined her head in wonder. “So, I should call you uncle Alec?”

“Don’t call me anything. So, what do you say?” Apollo snapped.

“I’ll go.”

When school began in November, (y/n) found it incredibly hard to speak to anyone. Having been home-schooled her entire life, it was strange; seeing so many kids her age, move and speak to each other. However, unlike what she had thought school life would be like, kids were a bit too morose regarding even attending classes.

It must be the decimation, (y/n) thought entering class on her own. Apparently, since she was a newcomer, the teacher introduced her as a foreign student, having her stand up and introduce herself.

“My name is (y/n). I’m from Phocis, it’s a region in Central Greece. I, uh, it’s nice to meet you all.”

Her face turned red and she sat down immediately, not used to the attention that came her way. She could feel fire on her ears, and when the class murmured to themselves, it was as if they had created a wall that separated them from her. This was how it was going to be, she wouldn’t talk to a soul and finish high school and get out. However, she had her own plans; she had things to do, prophecies to fulfil. Things would get hectic for her in the future years.

As each class dragged on, (y/n) understood that this would become her routine. The grind had begun. Each morning she would wake up, do her regular morning stretches and worry about getting to school on time. The breakfast available at the shelter was always cornflakes with milk, a taste that started to feel like chewing on blocks of cement. She’d attend school, eat lunch alone, listen to things alone, read in the library, read on her way back, and continue reading at home until it was time to train and she’d flip daggers and make arrows with her hands.

She could feel herself growing, each day. Each day felt ridiculously long, and almost as if she was living a double life. However, small changes were in order. Using the influences that a God could, Apollo rented a small place for (y/n), and she wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. Considering how she was still considered a minor, the house was under his human name, and that he’s the only living guardian she has, and the process was easier than otherwise.

(y/n) moved out of the shelter rather easily, considering she didn’t have too many things that she brought with her. She was teleported to New York basically wearing her mother’s clothes. Everything else was something she took from the shelter. An old woman gave (y/n) clothes that belonged to her daughter, who was around her age, and this was perhaps all she had.

The house was small, but this would do. There was a small fire escape, with a grilled balcony that let her see the sky at night. Apollo made sure everything was in place and in order when she moved in. There were a bunch of books on the table, courtesy of Apollo, which caused the girl to smile softly on sight.

One night, having stayed back in the school library for long, she was reading this novel ‘Goldfinch’ and couldn’t put it down, (y/n) walked back on her own. She sometimes heard kids talking about Spiderman having been turned to dust too, a fact that caused a tug in her heart. After that dream she had about Spiderman, things have been different whenever she thought about him. He was about to take his mask off, and she knew it was just a dream and there was no way she could link it to reality, but she wondered if she knew him. Spiderman’s voice was familiar, but she didn’t know what role he would play in her life. Maybe, she assumed, that her mind was making things up since he was the first one to help her after her arrival in New York.

She also realized that she’d never know.

As she walked, she heard footsteps behind her. (y/n) was normally more perceptive than people gave her credit for, and this was something very easy to spot. A moment later, the footsteps turned fast, but she didn’t run. Turning around, she grabbed the man by his collar and pushed him down, kicking him on his chest and keeping him there. However, before she could even react, the man’s eyes turned white—glowing white—and his mouth fell open.

Stepping back, (y/n) gasped. She looked up to see Marina walk out from the alley, and suddenly, the whole street was empty.

“What the—?”

“I know Apollo is helping you.” She said, her face straight, unimpressed.

(y/n)’s eyes widened. “What?”

“Don’t be stupid, child. You sure you don’t know what’s going on?”

(y/n) observed Marina. Her hair was pushed behind her, she was wearing a long lilac colored dress, unusual for choice of clothing in the night, her eyes were dark, her skin shone, her face cold. And the peacock pendant stood out over everything else. Eyes widening slowly, (y/n) gulped before coming to a kneeling position; it was instinct.

“Your Highness.” (y/n) said, to Goddess Hera, who was standing right in front of her.

Hera revealed her true form, her hair visible, her crown on her head, her white dress was backless but shone even in the night. Hera might look like a cocky yet beautiful woman, but she was one of the strongest goddesses in Olympus.

“Pity I can’t kill you myself. Stupid oath your mother made us all take before you were born. We cannot hurt humans no longer.”

Perhaps, that’s because you went around killing all of Zeus’ mortal lovers, (y/n) thought in her mind but would never dare to say.

“What brings you here, your Highness?”

“Oh? I like watching you, is all. I was, let’s say, curious to see how a puny girl like you would dissolve Olympus.” Hera said, smirking.

Hera brushed her palms together, still continuing to watch the girl as she eased from her position. Standing up, (y/n) shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket. It was cold that night in New York. Cold and lonely.

“I’m not going to—”

“You’re curious about Artemis, aren’t you? Of how she died.”

She froze instantaneously. It was as if hearing her mother’s name come out of Hera’s tongue caused a chill go down her spine; it was unnatural and she didn’t like it one bit. Her eyes turned to slits as she glared at the Goddess, angry at how casual it was for her to bring up Artemis’ death.

“I’d lower my gaze if I were you.” Came Hera’s warning.

“You know how my mother died?”

“Silly child,” She folded her arms as she continued, “Your mother killed herself.”

Confusion struck (y/n)’s features, which made Hera laugh out loud. Not just confusion, but a weird bit of betrayal as well. There was no way her mother could have ended her own life. What purpose would that serve? Was someone after her and she had no choice? Or did someone make her?

“There’s no way. S-She couldn’t have—”

“She came to me a few days before your ridiculous prophecy and tells me she needs to speak to her father. Zeus, as usual, was busy fucking some whore back in Mykonos, as he always does. So I asked her what the urgent matter was,”

(y/n) straightened her standing position, watching Hera intensely. As beautiful as she was, Hera could be easily hated for how bitter she was as a woman. And despite being the Goddess of marriage and family, she didn’t harbor love for anyone but herself or her children.

“She says, to save the world, we’d have to dissolve Olympus! What a joke! As if I’d ever give up this throne.” Hera spat on the ground beside her.

“What do you mean?”

“Because your filthy mother can never be as worshipped as I am!” Hera exclaimed, furious.

(y/n)’s eyes were wide in shock. She could not believe a word that came out of Hera’s mouth. Her mother? There was no way in all of Midgard that Artemis would ever be jealous of Hera. Artemis had everything Hera didn’t, a loving family, people who revered and worshipped her out of love and not fear; and yet, Hera was here spewing nonsense. (y/n) knew well that her mother didn’t care about being a Goddess, and that she loved the mortals and wanted them to thrive.

“Artemis was always jealous of how I had more rule over Olympus than she did. She wanted to see it gone! So she comes to me with a ridiculous story of how Earth was going into a state of pause for five years. Imagine my surprise when some part of it actually came true?”

Hera’s gaze was cold. It sent shivers down (y/n)’s spine.

“She was feeding me such bullshit that this was all because she wanted to save you,”

It felt as if her mouth was sewn shut. Tears filled her eyes when she thought about her mother, of what she had to go through to even consider taking her own life—if at all any of this was true and could be held accountable. Looking away from Hera, (y/n) quickly wiped her tears away.

“She knew you would bring about the dissolving of Olympus, so she came to Zeus to have it done beforehand. That idiot husband of mine listens to everything Artemis says, she knew it was possible. Everything would have worked out so well if it had gone along with what she wanted it, wouldn’t it? You two would be alive and Olympus gone. That’s what your bitch of a mother wanted.”

The anger welled inside (y/n), with nowhere to go. She could feel it eating away at her. She knew if she didn't find a way to release it, it would destroy her.

“Artemis’ own jealousy and her foolish love for a mortal are the reasons she is dead and you are here, living like a street rat.”

It was quick, the way she moved, her hands were fisted as tightly as she could and she moved with every intention of hurting the Queen. However, a strong grip grabbed her wrist and held her back; with the realization of who it could be, tears fell down her eyes, and she held back her sobs.

“She may have been foolish, your Grace, but I am the national divinity of Greece. People worship me more than they fear you. You might have to back down before I decide to go against you.” Apollo’s voice had never sounded so cold before.

Hera rolled her eyes a second later and let out a weird sound of disapproval.

“Leave my niece alone. You of all Gods must know a prophecy interrupted will lead to worse repercussions in the hands of the Fates.”

Apollo pulled the girl back and held him near his chest. (y/n) was distraught, though she tried as hard as she could to not let it show. Looking at her with the corner of his eye, he turned again to Hera to see what she had to say. However, no answer or reply came his way, as Hera simply turned into Marina and walked away.

❅

Artemis didn’t care too much for prophecies. However, when a peculiar knock happened on her door one evening, revealing a worried Oracle on the other side, she knew her life was going to change; and that there would be no going back.

The prophecy that would be delivered in the great hall would be incomplete. There was a bit, which involved Artemis herself, and this would go unsaid. The words slipped out of the Oracle’s mouth rather easily, but were cold to hear nonetheless. It is not a God that sets the Fates moving, it is but a house rat. Artemis didn’t know how she had understood, but she knew that this had to be her doing.

The rest of the prophecy revealed that it would be her daughter who would dissolve Olympus. Gods were turning selfish, Greece suffered economically, and there was strict unhappiness—people were no longer turning to religion, and with the power the Gods possessed, they did nothing to better their citizens’ state of affairs. Artemis understood that it was pollution that was killing the forests and the animals that dwelled in it, but with a structure like Olympus, Gods could not do any good.

I have to tell Zeus, she thought as she ran towards Zeus’ chambers. She knew her daughter was in the temple at the moment, she could sense (y/n)’s presence. However, just as she reached Zeus’ quarters, Hera stopped her.

“You seem like you are in a hurry, Artemis.” Hera spoke, casually.

“I need to speak to my father—”

“He’s not in, at the moment. What do you have to say?” She looked inquisitive.

Perhaps, this was the only mistake Artemis made in executing this. If she had waited and told Zeus herself, perhaps, things would be different.

“The Earth is going to go on pause for five years, your Grace. Zeus has to dissolve Olympus, to save it—”

“Do you even hear yourself? Dissolve? Artemis, I knew you were rebellious at heart, but this is far too extreme. I advise you to return to your chambers and never speak of this again.”

Artemis knew she had failed right at that second. Hera now would make sure she would never reach Zeus, a soft, bitter smile played on her lips as the thought appeared. Turning back, she recalled the entire prophecy, from scratch:

The Goddess of the Hunt is the moon of human lives; as the moon sleeps and rises, so shall Earth and so shall she. The first moon will sleep and wake as a rat that does the deed. As Artemis sleeps, her daughter will rise, the new moon she will be, with fate and the sun at her side; and when Clotho stops spinning the thread of fate, Lachesis and Atropos go into a slumber for five years;

The slumber lasts five solid years and Gods are mere rain; It is not a God that sets the Fates moving, it is but a house rat. And once the slumber ends, then shall arise the new moon, who completes her final hunt, ending Zeus’s fate as King. All his henchman made of blood and stone will erode at her hunt, and Olympus will no longer be a land for the gods.

(y/n), she thought as she rushed to the temple. (y/n) is the key. Perhaps, Artemis knew what she had to do was no easy task, but the faith she had in her daughter was substantial. If dissolution meant murder, then so be it. One of the things Artemis was best at was the fact that she never sided with her daughter just because of their blood relation. She knew (y/n) was a fast learner, agile and quick on her feet, strong in her hands and mind; her skills would sharpen, and the prophecy states that the sun would be on her side.

On reaching the temple, she saw her daughter reading a book, which was a souvenir from Apollo. Artemis knew his conflict. She had asked him to keep the father’s identity a secret, even from (y/n) herself, for learning who it was would be easy if the information came from a mortal. Apollo wasn’t comfortable with (y/n), but never hated her.

She is far too much like me for him to hate, Artemis thought with a smile.

Approaching her daughter, with the dagger in hand, Artemis knew she had to roll the dice now. (y/n) turned to her mother and smiled, confused slightly with the speed Artemis was approaching her with.

“(y/n),” She spoke, handing the girl the dagger, earning a mixed reaction, “Tell no one I gave you that dagger.”

“Okay. But, what is this for?”

“One day, you may have to use this. For a hunt.” Artemis grinned, knowingly.

“But, I don’t know how to use a dagger—”

“Shh, my fawn. You will learn.”

Kissing the girl on her forehead, Artemis held tightly to her daughter. Never had she realized how much she could love a soul as much as she loved (y/n). Their hearts were one. Pepper, I hope she finds you first, Artemis thought before pulling away.

“Head back to your chambers now. I’ll come there later.” Even though there was a lie, Artemis went along with it.

“The prophecy is today, right?”

“Yes. Go now. Don’t let anyone see you with that dagger. Not even Apollo.”

(y/n) was slightly scared, but nodded. Her mother always had reason to do things. Once (y/n) was out of the temple, and on her way back to Olympus, Artemis knew it was time. Slowly, she began to sing; she sang a song of sorrow and one that marked everything she could feel, as tears spilled down her cheeks. She summoned a stag to appear in front of the temple, one of her biggest symbols.

Smiling down at the stag, she whispered sweet nothings to herself, and prayed to protect a certain man in America, and a certain woman who would be with him. Pressing her forehead to the stag’s, Artemis shut her eyes for the last time, before turning into dust. This dust was not dark, but gold—soft in texture, and breathed warmth around where it spread.

Artemis had not died, but was in the queue to be reborn.

❅

Pushing Apollo aside, (y/n) brushed past him in anger. Tears spilled down her eyes and her chest ached with the newfound knowledge she had learned from none other than Hera. (y/n) believed she knew enough, but she knew nothing even close to the truth. Artemis had made sure this remained, but Hera’s explanation made (y/n) believe this was all that there was.

Apollo followed quickly behind her, holding her hand and making her stop. Letting out sobs, the God held his niece in an awkward hug, letting her cry. He knew he had to cry as well, since these facts were about his sister, but there was more to it than that.

One thing he knew about his sister was that she would never do something without a reasonable explanation. Hera’s story lacked just that.

“Do not listen to Hera, (y/n). She runs on envy. She can’t be trusted—”

“I know!” Apollo was taken aback, and considering that they were in the middle of the footpath, people might think differently. He silently ushered her away from the area, holding her hand the whole time, rubbing small circles on the back of her palm.

“Let’s go back to the house. Let’s talk there. Please.” Apollo had never pleaded before, his ego had always gotten in the way.

“I know not to trust her. I know not to trust her and her snake tongue. I know!” (y/n) cried, just as Apollo led her inside the house.

Snapping his fingers, he turned on the light, being the God of light himself, and watched as she collapsed on the ground. Letting out a sigh, for the first time in perhaps a long while, Apollo did not know what to do.

When someone is sad, you hold them, he heard Artemis’ voice out of nowhere, causing his eyes to widen. Moving almost hesitantly, the God wrapped his hands around his little niece, provoking her to cry some more. He didn’t understand if this would help, but for some strange reason, holding her at that moment felt right. Sitting beside her, he held her, listened to her cries, matched his breathing with hers. She was so little, it broke his heart.

“Artemis is no jealous woman. You know this better than anyone else.” His voice was low.

“I know.”

“Don’t listen to the Queen. She is poison. This is how she made sure Hercules died, and never became a God. This is how she does most things. This is how she is.”

“I know.”

And then there was silence. Apollo looked up to the ceiling and let out a shaky breath. He missed his sister, for he knew she knew best what to do in these situations. She was always more feisty, more independent. Apollo never admitted to anyone but he admired her the most, more than anyone he had ever met—and only she had seen through every face he ever put up.

“Mom knew about the prophecy,” Apollo turned to his niece and listened, “Mom knew that I would be the one rising as the new moon or whatever rubbish. She knew I was to dethrone Zeus. She wanted to stop that.”

After crying, a child’s voice turns hoarse. It is unusual, and for someone filled with parental love for the child, it sounds like the worst thing you could possibly hear. Apollo understand that small aspect of parenthood at that moment.

His grip on her tightened just a tad bit as he continued, “Because she loved you.”

“I will kill him,” Came her reply, shocking him. “He tried to have me killed. He tried to kill me without even considering the prophecy.”

Or the fact that you’re his granddaughter, Apollo thought bitterly.

“I’ll kill them all. Hera, Zeus, his henchmen. All of them. Others who don’t step down too. I’ll die trying. I’ll become a God and turn their lives around. I’ll make the prophecy happen. It was my mother’s last wish, I’ll make it happen.” She cried, clutching her uncle’s hands as if her life depended on it.

Despite how much Apollo hated where this was going, he knew he could do nothing to change it. Blinking away fresh tears, Apollo pressed his nose to the side of his niece’s head, breathing into her. As Artemis sleeps, her daughter will rise, the new moon she will be, with fate and the sun at her side, he recalled that line of the prophecy before shutting his eyes. There is anger in him he cannot show, he cannot risk this anger being a God himself.

“I won’t stop you, (y/n). I’m with you. Now and till the end.”

❅

A few weeks before her first day of Senior year, (y/n) finished reading the book The Catcher in the Rye. She had heard it was a classic, and even in school as they taught other books, she had never gotten around to reading it. Having read it at last (and not having understood a few more things about the book, and considering how difficult it was to read it), she felt at ease, and allowed herself to read any other book, which may relatively be easier to grasp.

As an 18-year old, all she ever wanted to do was read. And train. And wait for the Fates to begin moving again.

She occasionally met her uncle on random days in between months, when it was easy for him to take a break as a God. He would tell her about new things she could practice, and suggest new books for her to read. In fact, it was his copy of The Catcher in the Rye that she was reading. She hadn’t heard from Natasha, however, and missed the red haired woman’s company. Natasha was a good companion, and there were so many things (y/n) wanted to tell her, now that she was confident.

But patience didn’t suit (y/n) well. Waiting for a plan to happen, waiting for five years for the Fates to wake up, sometimes made her forget Hera’s threat, and her anger with Olympus. That day was a Sunday, and it had been three days since she had trained last. She spent those three days reading books, even though she thought it was time well spent. Getting up from her spot, she decided some coffee could relax her mind, and grabbed her coat before heading out.

She felt stronger in mind and body, however, with these five years. Her hair had grown out, her features changed, her personality changed. She was far more confident now, she felt cautious but aware. There were people who wondered about her, labeled her the curious Greek girl who always had her nose buried in one book after another. And if it wasn’t books, it was music. She was always to herself, but whenever she conversed, she knew people around her wanted more.

This was a trait Artemis had. People loved her everywhere she went, and (y/n) could see what being related to Artemis felt like.

As she walked to the coffee shop, something felt strange. It felt as if people around her were unusually happy, and double in number. People were hugging and crying, and as (y/n)’s footsteps paused, she turned around and noticed there were more people than any other day. Her heart raced instantly, and her legs carried her to the coffee shop, which was closed. Her hand shot up to her mouth as she realized that it had been five years—five years as the prophecy had demanded.

Only one thing could bring her the clarity she needed; rushing to the shelter, where May Parker was five years ago, (y/n) paused on the entrance and saw May Parker herself, sobbing, looking dazed and people gathering around her.

Slowly walking inside, there was a TV on blast. Apprehension swallowed her whole as her eyes darted from one channel to the next. News anchors saying people were back after being gone for five years.

Her face stiffened. Time was moving again.

❅

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divine-conquer · 4 years ago

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Athena Sisters Thread|Vivienne/ Kennedy/ Kali ( @kennedy-owl @kali-jett )

Vivienne: Viv was over the moon, two loops around mars, and straight to Pluto, she was so happy. Her mother had come to her in a vision, as she usually did when she had a message for Viv. In that vision, she saw herself, Kennedy, and a new person sharing drinks together and laughing. Viv wasn't sure who the other person was to her, but then it became clear that it was a new sister. She was thrilled at the idea of yet another sister as her and Kennedy tracked her down and planned a get together for the three of them. Her and Kennedy had already been getting along so well, Viv hoped that it would be the same for Kali. She arrived at Supernova a little early, mostly hoping she wouldn't run into Wes in the process. She was already so nervous about the gathering that was the last thing she needed to worry about. Talking to the hostess about her reservation, she was led to their table and sat down, eagerly awaiting her new sisters.

Kennedy: Kennedy took a few deep breaths before walking in the Supernova. For the past week, her mother had been talking to her nonstop about another demigod she'd like for them to meet. Her mom constantly echoed the woman's name, Kali, Kali, Kali . She shouldn't be surprised now that she was meeting her new sister. As Kennedy walked in Supernova, the hostess greeted her. "Under the name Vivienne?" she asked. The hostess then led her to the table where she's greeted by a familiar face. "Hey! You're an early bird, huh?" she greeted Viv and gave her a hug.

Kali: Kali itched her palms as she made her way to Supernova. This was the first time she would ever have people who would relate to her and want to talk to her. They all had the same mother for crying out loud. She found herself overthinking and on the edge of a panic attack until she stepped up into the restaurant. Mentioning one of her sister's names to the hostess, her heart began to beat out of her chest as she approached their table. She looked at the duo and smiled, feeling a relaxing sensation come over her. "Hey! Vivienne?" She asked, only barely knowing one of them.

Vivienne: Viv smiled as she watched Kennedy approach, "Hey yourself. You look incredible," she complimented as she stood to hug her sister. "What can I say. You know mom makes us paranoid, and no shame in canvassing the place first," she teased as she sat back down, opening her menu again to take a look at what they offered. It was then that she heard her name being called by a familiar voice that pulled her from her small talk with Kennedy. "Oh, Kali, hi!" She exclaimed, standing once again to greet the girl. "I'm so glad you could come. Kali, this is Kennedy. Kennedy, this is Kali, our sister," Viv beamed like a proud big sister.

Kennedy: Kennedy turned around to see her new sister and beamed. "Hi, Kali! It's so nice to finally meet you!" she greeted the woman with a big smile and gave her a hug. She then froze and asked her a question, "Are you a hugger? Is this too much?"

Kali: Kali smiled, meeting yet another child of Athena. She honestly couldn’t believe it. As they dove in for hugs, Kali enthusiastically hugged back. “I’m a hugger!” She exclaimed, laughing.

Vivienne: "Oh good, because we are both huggers," Viv teased as she took her turn hugging her new sister. She sat back down, looking from Kali to Kennedy. "Let me be the first to say I am ecstatic to have a sister, let alone two," Viv beamed before taking a sip of her water.

Kennedy: Kennedy chuckled as she took a seat. "Same here," she admitted. "I couldn't really believe it, but when mom kept repeating your name, I thought I was going crazy."

Kali: Kali sat next to her new sisters and took a sip of her water, trying not to feel overwhelmed from everything. “You guys have heard her recently?” She inquired.

Vivienne: "Yea, haven't you?" Viv asked curiously as she looked from Kali to Kennedy once again. "She's the one who told me about you- well, I say told, more like showed me. She doesn't come to me in person often. Usually, she sends me visions of things she needs me to know. I think it's part of my powers but I'm still working on that." She turned to Kennedy, "yours way of connecting with mom's kind of like that too, right?" she offered, unable to remember their last conversation about it.

Kennedy: Kennedy listened and nodded in response. "She just says whatever she wants. I've tried blocking her voice, but I never could," she explained with a shrug. Kennedy looked at Kali and asked, "Does she talk to you too?"

Kali: Kali shook her head, a little disappointed she was so out of touch with her mother. "I've only seen her and heard her once." She admitted. "I don't know what I'm doing, truthfully. This is all new to me."

Vivienne: "That's perfectly okay and honestly normal," Viv offered, trying to reassure Kali. "My past with mom is kind of complicated, so I get it. It'll all come in time. Plus you have us now," she smiled warmly.

Kennedy: Kennedy nodded vigorously towards Kali. "The three of us have to stick together now," she added while pointing to each other.

Kali: Kali smiled looking at both of her sisters, feeling a warm sensation inside of her. "How long have you both been on the island?" She asked.

Vivienne: It seemed like Kali was starting to warm up to Viv and Kennedy, which made Viv happy. She knew they had a long way to go to earn her trust, but she hoped that in time she would grow to maybe even rely on the two. "I just arrived a few weeks ago, still a bit of a newbie, myself."

Kennedy: It seemed like Kali was starting to warm up to Viv and Kennedy, which made Viv happy. She knew they had a long way to go to earn her trust, but she hoped that in time she would grow to maybe even rely on the two. "I just arrived a few weeks ago, still a bit of a newbie, myself."

Kali: Kali looked back at Kennedy staring at her. They were all so different but so beautiful. She couldn't believe they all had the same mother. "I got here a couple days ago. We're all new, I guess! Why did you both come to the island?" Kali questioned before shaking her head. "If I ask too many questions, I'm sorry. It's a thing." She said, shrugging her shoulders.

Vivienne: "There is no such thing as a stupid question. We're all figuring this out together, so don't sweat it," Viv commented as her eyes swept the menu. "Oh, uh, Mom of course. With the dangers of us being out in the real world getting worse, she figured I'd be safer here. Of course, I was stubborn about it so it took me a while, but here I am now," she added with a half-smile.

Kennedy: Kennedy sighed at the question, contemplating on whether or not she should tell her story. "Yeah. I also just needed a fresh start, to be honest" she answered with a shrug. "My life was pretty hectic before coming here, so I think her suggestion could be a lifesaver," she added.

Kali: Kali raised her eyebrows. Did they all have messed up weird lives? Was it an Athena trait? She looked down at the menu and immediately wanted a glass of wine. "I feel that. I finally decided to get in touch with my demigod reality, y'know."

Vivienne: "I hear that, sisters. Mom kind of hid it from me for a while... then my life got a little out of control, and there she was," Viv sighed as she admitted that, not really having ever said it out loud before. "At least we're all here now," she offered with a half-smile.

Kennedy: Kennedy looked over the waiter and ordered the steak and a glass of red wine. "So Kali, how old are you? " she asked, turning her attention back to her new sister. "Because you look fair young. And you have flawless skin," she added, genuinely interested.

Kali: Kali ordered pasta with a glass of red wine, trying not to automatically order the entire bottle. "Oh my, thank you! I'm 25. What about ya'll?"

Vivienne: Viv ordered steak as well, and told the waiter to just bring them a bottle of red since they were all going to be drinking it, and would probably need a few glasses to get through the night. "I'm 33, which I guess makes me the older sister. I'll prepare my closet when it gets raided" she joked.

Kennedy: "Lock your closet 'cause that's definitely gonna happen," Kennedy said after giving Viv an air-kiss and a wink as a thank you. "Oh, and I'm 29. Nearly hitting my 30s and still single" she sighed and took a sip from her glass after the waiter poured them some red wine.

Kali: Kali smiled, nodding her head as she sipped her red wine. "You both look so good, I need to live up to the standards! Beauty, fashion, and brains." She exclaimed. "Hey, relationships... suck." She added, widening her eyes at her sister.

Vivienne: Viv laughed at Kennedy's comment, actually excited at the prospect of having them over, even if it meant they would raid her closet. "I hear that," Viv added to Kennedy's comment about being single, raising her wine glass in solidarity of her sister. "Welcome to the club sis, we got jackets," she teased. "Although we should probably look into that. We could be like the Pink Ladies from Grease," she joked. "That they do. Aphrodite must not be too fond of us if we're all having trouble in that department."

Kennedy: Kennedy raised her glass as well. "We do not have her blessing at all," she agreed. "Do you think it's personal? 'Cause sometimes I think she's just having fun or is it just me."

Kali: Kali sucked air in through her teeth. "I'm starting to think it's personal because I actually ran into my ex the other night." She said, gulping her wine. "Out of all places! Here! In Icaria!"

Vivienne: "Oh my god, same! It's like every skeleton I've ever had in my closet is now crawling out through the drains of Icaria and back into my life," Vivienne huffed, glad she wasn't the only one experiencing the craziness. She took a gulp of her wine after she spoke.

Kennedy: Kennedy started feeling emotional as she stared blankly at her wine glass. Don't cry , a voice echoed in her head. She shook her head a listened to her mother, now wanting to pay more attention to the conversation. The waiter arrived the girls food and gently set it in front of them. "Same here," she chuckled. Kennedy couldn't believe the similarities her and her sisters have gone through.

Kali: Kali looked at Kennedy, feeling her emotions somehow. Finishing her first glass, and slurping her pasta, she began pouring herself more wine. "What is that about? I thought moving away from everything would let me avoid that repulsive time in my life!"

Vivienne: Viv was happy to see her food placed in front of her, unraveling her silverware to dig in. She glanced over at Kennedy when she became a little withdrawn, hoping the turn in conversation wasn't making her uncomfortable. "I'm saying. I figured a fresh start would be a nice change, but apparently, that's not how Icaria works," she teased. "At least we don't have to deal with the shit-storms alone," she offered as she placed a piece of steak in her mouth.

Kennedy: Kennedy smiled at her sister's comment. She was grateful that Viv could continued the dynamic of the group. As she sliced through her steak, she cleared her throat and asked Kali a question, trying to get to know the woman more. "Do you have any hobbies, Kal?"

Kali: Kali continued eating her pasta and sipping her wine. "Yeah, I paint a lot. Like too much, sometimes."

Vivienne: "Oh that's awesome. What kind of things do you like to paint?" Viv asked between bites. She knew that one of Athena's divinities involved women's crafts, so it was no surprise that Kali enjoyed painting.

Kennedy: "Naked men," Kennedy muttered and quickly took a bite of the steak, hoping that both of the ladies didn't hear her. Joking around was one of her techniques in making a conversation light, something that their mom actually disapproves of.

Kali: Kali giggled at Kennedy's comment and sipped her wine. "Honestly, anything. It's been a passion since I was little. I just need some sort of paint and a canvas and I can do anything. Lately, I've been doing the most on the latte art at work, too... it's kind of geeky."

Vivienne: Viv laughed at Kennedy's comment, tilting her head a bit in mock contemplation at the idea. "That's pretty cool, honestly. Glad you're finding way's to express yourself around here. What about you, Kennedy?" Viv asked curiously.

Kennedy: Kennedy's eyes widened, looking at the girls, their attention now on her. She set her fork down on her plate and playfully glared at Vivienne. "I can't believe I'm actually telling you this, but I collect antique mugs," she paused, really not wanting to spill her secrets easily. Kennedy let out sigh of defeat and continued to answer, "And I do pottery."

Kali: Kali smiled, loving the dirty little secret her sister had just let out. "Wait, I've always wanted to try pottery! It fascinates me." She picked up her glass, finishing up the rest of the wine in it. "And you, Viv?" She questioned her, squinting her eyes, waiting to hear what hobby she held onto.

Vivienne: "Why would you hide that. that's awesome!" Viv piped up, proud of both her sisters for the things they found beauty in. When the conversation shifted to her, however, a light blush appeared on her cheeks. "Cooking is my real passion, with photography being a close second- Those sound cool but the photographs lead to scrapbooking and I've honestly considered picking up knitting too," she admitted. "Just because I'm the older sister, I don't know why I got gifted with the grandma hobbies," she teased with a mock fuss.

***Eventually went to a bar after dinner to drink and enjoy each other’s company****

#c: kennedy #c: kali #viv

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starksnack · 5 years ago

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For @stony-week Day 1: Identity P*rn

Tied Together // Stony // 2.4k // AO3

Tony played with the red string tied into a tiny bow around his fourth finger, a precursor to the wedding ring that would sit there someday if all went according to fate’s grand plan. Everyone got a little red thread that only they could see, a cord that tied them to their soulmate across space, time, and the ephemeral fabric of the vast universe.

He ran his thumb over his finger meeting skin where the thread was tied to him. The string would only disappear when Tony found his soulmate so, for now, it was a reminder of the happiness that was to come. When Tony was younger, he used to think it was silly. Afghanistan had changed that, the thread becoming something to live for.

With a deep sigh, Tony settled into his new penthouse. Stark Tower was now a beacon of clean energy. It was a major environmental success and Tony couldn’t help the pride he felt at being the first name in renewable, clean energy. He just wished he had someone to share it with.

That’s when the phone rang, Agent’s name flashing across the screen.

***

It was a crazy and hectic week, from learning thermonuclear astrophysics to battling Loki’s angst and his army of alien misfits all while keeping his identity a secret. He gritted his teeth as he touched down on the tower landing pad. Meeting Steve Rogers was both the highlight and the lowest point of this whole endeavor. It was great to finally meet the subject of his childhood wet dreams, but his delight was eclipsed by memories of his father who always compared him to the great and powerful Captain America. This didn’t even mention the fact that Rogers hated him. A recipe for big fucking yikes.

On the bright side, it hadn’t taken much convincing to get the Avengers to move into the tower. They had all been the for the giant wormhole that opened up above the city and apparently that had been enough to get them to each claim a floor in Stark Tower.

When things finally settled down, Tony got back into the workshop and stepped out of his suit. His heart stuttered to a halt in his chest. The string around his finger was gone. He stared at his left hand, willing his vision to shift the red thread back in place around his fourth finger but nothing changed. Somewhere in the last week, he had met his soulmate, and he hadn’t even noticed.

Tony sat down in his chair, hard, blinking away the wetness in his eyes. There was no use crying over spilled milk. He had been so focused on trading quips with Rogers and battling an emo demigod that he had missed the most important moment of his life.

He shook his head, rattling his marbled back into place. He needed to get a grip before Dum-E hit him with a rolled up tabloid and beeped at him to pull himself together. He was Tony Stark. If he could build the Iron Man suit in a cave with a box of scraps, he could find his soulmate.

“Jarvis, you up?” anxiety colored his words and he kissed his teeth as his desktop booted up. The Stark Industries logo flashed across the glass and Tony’s fingers beat an impatient rhythm across the metal casing of the arc reactor.

“Always,” Jarvis responded, the holograms throwing blue light across Tony’s features. The glow wrapped Tony in a bright cocoon and he relaxed. It would be okay, Jarvis would help. “How can I be of assistance?”

“I need a record of everyone I met this last week and whether or not they have registered soulmates. I’m looking for anyone whose thread disappeared. Scan social media postings and soulmate announcement feeds.” Tony splayed his hands out, looking through the generated lists to see if there was a face he recognized. Someone with whom he had made eye contact and formed a bond. So far, no dice. He frowned, “Sort by the likelihood of being my soulmate.”

Jarvis pulled up the feed from the armor running facial recognition while pulling up a guest list from the event in Germany and a roster of all the Shield agents on the Helicarrier this past week. With the hundreds of names crossing his screen, Tony felt his eyes glaze over, hopelessness pulling at the back of his skull and swelling into a headache.

A knock on his workshop door drew him out of his thoughts and he turned to find Rogers standing on the other side, shifting from foot to foot. He was dressed in civvies, a dreadful looking button-down tucked into khakis.

Tony waved him in, turning back to his project. A small list was forming and it looked fairly promising. It was still a lot of names to sort through.

Rogers cleared his throat pointedly. “Can I speak to Iron Man?”

Tony frowned casting a glance at the suit in the corner. There was no way he could play off someone being asleep in there. “He just left for the day but I can take a message.”

“He left?” Rogers raised his brows incredulously, “I thought all the Avengers were staying in the tower. What if there’s an emergency and we need air support?”

“I gave him the suitcase armor to take with him while I repair this one. There’s no need to get your panties in a twist.” Tony rolled his eyes, turning back to his screen, He nearly let out a frustrated groan when he found the list had doubled in size. Significantly less promising. He needed time to think without the big blond distraction hovering behind him. “Is there anything else you needed?”

“No thanks, I’ll just talk to Iron Man when he comes back.” Tony nodded, expecting him to turn around and leave. Instead, Rogers just followed with another pointed throat clearing and Tony resisted the urge to throw the nearest tool, a socket wrench it appeared, at his head. He whirled around in his seat and bit out an irritated, “Yes?”

“I just wanted to apologize for what I said on the helicarrier,” Rogers twisted his fingers in front of him, mouth screwed up in distaste. “It wasn’t right of me, I really appreciate you letting us into your home, and giving us Iron Man.”

Tony nodded, “I didn’t mean what I said either.” He turned back to his list, eyes nearly popping out of his head as he found hundreds of names filling up the screen. “I have a really important experiment running, can you excuse me?”

“Of course,” Tony didn’t need to turn around to know that Rogers was nodding earnestly at him. “The team is going to go out for pizza later, I would love it if you joined us.”

Tony thought about it a moment. If this whole list turned out to be a bust, comfort food would probably be his best bet so he could eat his sorrows away. Tony squeezed his eyes shut, willing the list to get smaller. “Sure, I’ll be there.”

***

Tony never did figure out who his soulmate was. He did get a laugh at some of the names on the list though. Taylor Swift and Elon Musk were apparently candidates, though Tony dismissed those quickly. The biggest laugh was Rogers though, Jarvis thought he was most likely to be Tony’s soulmate but that was pretty much impossible considering Rogers didn’t really like him. Sure, he included Tony in all their group outings and they were friendly, but seeing how Rogers interacted with Iron Man, the ease in their partnership on the battlefield and the relaxed line of his shoulders when they spoke, something he never did with Tony, proved that Rogers didn’t think of him as soulmate material.

One whole year had come and gone and Tony still couldn’t look at the fourth finger of his left hand with anything but longing. Somewhere, someone else was suffering the same despair of an unknown bond and there was nothing that upset Tony more.

And then Rogers had to go and ask Iron Man out.

They were just finishing up a joint training exercise, working seamlessly to take out the targets Tony had painstakingly created when Rogers approached, a broad grin on his face as he pushed his sweat-soaked bangs off his forehead. “Heya Shellhead.”

“Hey Winghead,” Tony responded fiddling with a loose plate on the armor. This one needed a tune-up anyway, he might as well just design a new suit. “Good training session.”

“Yeah,” Rogers replied, shifting from foot to foot in a way that Tony knew meant he was nervous. “I worked up quite the appetite and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go and grab a bite, just the two of us?” Rogers trailed off, eyes trained on his red leather boots.

“Uhm,” Tony frowned. “I’m not really feeling like a smoothie right now,” he pointed to the faceplate to indicate that he couldn’t really put food in his mouth. “So, that’s going to have to be a no.”

“Oh,” Rogers nodded dumbly, the beginnings of a frown pulling his brows together. “I’m sorry, maybe I was just reading into things.” Rogers scrubbed at the back of his neck with his hand, a blush spreading furiously across his cheeks. “I really like you and I was wondering if you liked me back.”

Tony’s heart hurt because of course Rogers had to go and fall in love with Iron Man when he hated Tony.

“I really don’t think that’s the best idea,” Tony responded, standing up in one fluid motion and forcing Rogers to take a step back. “There’s the whole issue of my secret identity and the Avengers and don’t we have a policy against fraternization-”

“Iron Man,” Rogers cut him off, stepping forward so that they’re face to face. “I don’t care who you are behind the mask, I love you.”

And then Steve’s hands were on either side of his face, pressing a kiss to the slit of the mask. His eyes were open, as though he could see through the glass of the faceplate, gaze heavy with desire. Tony could see every stroke of blue in his eyes, the perfect slash of green and the long flutter of his blond lashes when his eyes finally slid shut.

Steve pulled away, breathing heavily. “I think you’re my soulmate.”

Tony was out of the gym in under ten seconds.

***

When Steve showed up to the workshop the next day, looking totally miserable, Tony almost felt bad for him. And then annoyance overcame him when he remembered that somehow Steve had gotten it into his head that they were soulmates. Well, not them. Him and Iron Man. Tony didn’t know what was worse.

“Hey,” Steve mumbled. There was a giant wicker basket cradled in his arms, the smell of Tony’s favorite muffins, blueberry, wafting up from underneath a red napkin. “Can you give this to Iron Man.”

Tony resisted the urge to just accept the basket and cram the muffins into his mouth while watching reruns of the Bachelor. “He’s not going to be back for the while, the muffins will go bad, just drop them off at the homeless shelter on the corner.”

Steve’s lower lip wobbled and he looked a second away from crying before he nodded, backing out of Tony’s workshop and to the elevator.

Tony tried not to feel bad.

He felt bad anyway.

***

It was a fight that revealed Iron Man’s identity to the world.

Everything started out fine and dandy, some angsty teens had gotten ahold of some Chitauri tech and built robots that were wreaking havoc at a bowling alley downtown until it got out of hand and spilled out onto the street. Some civilians, a bowling team it seemed by the garish matching shirts, were chucking bowling balls at the robots. Tony learned the hard way that when the robots exploded, they spewed acid that kind of melted through metal. And then one exploded in his face.

His first instinct was to protect the reactor. He didn’t know how the metal casing would react to the acid and the last thing he needed was to go into cardiac arrest during the fight when the rest of the team didn’t even know that the same reactor that powered the suit also powered his heart. He didn’t even notice the faceplate had melted away until he felt the cool heat of the midday sun on his face.

Tony took out the rest of the robots with an extreme vengeance before dropping down by Clint to give him a lift to where the rest of the team was gathering in the street.

“Oh my god, Tony?” Steve’s jaw dropped and then he was cupping Tony’s face, eyes wide as his fingers ran over where the acid had singed his skin. Tony waited with bated breath for the insults, fully expecting to be kicked off the scene. He least expected Steve to pull him into a hug asking if he was alright.

“‘M fine,” Tony mumbled back, the words muffled in the kevlar of Steve’s suit. He pulled away turning to the other Avengers but none of them looked ready to tear into him. Instead, there were encouraging smiles all around.

Tony’s suit was still flight-capable, but he chose to ride back with the other Avengers, still shocked that no one was telling him he was unworthy to be Iron Man. He was sitting closer to the back of the quinjet, thinking about how he would handle being kicked off the team when Steve sat beside him.

“Hey so. I know we got off on the wrong foot,” Steve started a bashful smile s spreading across his face, “but I woke up in this new century wondering if I would ever find my soulmate and the night we met in Germany, my string faded away.”

“Oh,” Tony said intelligently, the pieces falling into place in his mind. Maybe Jarvis was right and they were actually soulmates. Who would have thought?

“Yeah,” Steve laughed, a rich beautiful sound falling from his lips. “Anyway, now that there isn’t a faceplate in the way, I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner? The two of us, on a date?”

Tony finally allowed himself to think that maybe, the team was okay with him being Iron Man and Steve was possibly his soulmate. He grinned up at Steve, brown eyes lit up.

“I would love that.”

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