#female kronos

[emacrow]

The meeting of Gods and Goddesses around a large stone table watching, with Shazam easedropping.

Warning may include death of a child, please be advise.

"How could this have possible had occurred?!?!"

"I thought Hades made sure the bones of Kronos could never had been recovered?!?"

"..."

"Hades..?" Persephone said softly, holding Hades's tightly gripped fist on the table. Hades remained quiet, his face remained unchanged from the grumpy ticked off look that he held while among the other Gods and Goddess who glare or glance at him.

"It's not my fault that Ceberus was throwing up due to indigestion, Blame Cupid over there for sending me white chocolates skulls instead of Bitter chocolate when he knew I hate despised them." Hades stated placing his other hand onto Persephone's hand, caressing it softly.

Poseiden can admit it was a valid accused, but it was beginning to get a bit unnerving to see Zeus so quiet yet Angry with how intense he was glaring at the clear vision from the Shazam's host seeing Kronos and the godling babe while the other gods accused one another.

He look at the babe then back at angered Zeus, then glance back before a sudden realization hit him faster then a tsunami..

"You're not the youngest anymore.. now aren't you?" Poseiden blurted out loud causing every one at the table to Freeze, Zeus stiffen as the very clouds surrounding underneath their table rumbled with Lightening..

"How Dare You!?!"

Zeus growled menacingly summoning his prized lightening bolt in his hand before he can continue speaking, his temper nearly boiling.

"Well, he does have a point.. that babe reminded me vaguely of the corpse that was founded in Kronos's stomach.. but I thought it was because the babe was already dead as the soul was already gone due to how crowded it was in there." Hades commented, looking as though he was remembering a distant past..

"It should had stay dead where I had found it!" Zeus snapped at Hades before his eyes widen, covering his mouth quickly as the a kept secret had slipped out.

The Gods and Goddesses were stunned at the sudden secret revealed. If Zeus was not the youngest, then does that mean the godling babe shown before them was the one supposed to rules them?

"What happened on that day, Zeus?" Hera said softly as to tried to calm Zeus's nerves.

Zeus gritted his teeth before he close his eyes, ans sighed, seeing how everyone will only pursue the truth more later.

"It was after I pulled you all out of Father's stomach, only then I saw that there was a extra one sleeping unborn seemingly looking stillborn with a cord wrapped around, nested underneath Father's heart, I was about to grabbed it and pull it out as well, but then..it shifted as it was some kind of modern glitch, a girl one second, a boy a second after, black hair flash to white hair and back, before I saw it's eyes. It's eyes look inhumane Green and more souless then the titans. I realized that it was the youngest and not I... I was already enraged at the point of the prophecy wasn't about me before I even knew what I had done. I had snapped it's neck just as it was about to take it first breath and pulled it out of him, Father knew what I had done the moment the babe fell out lifeless and that was when he becomes truly descented into madness." Zeus said with his hands tighten into fists as he look like he was reliving a memory.

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[seleneprince]

The delicious, tragic irony of Percy, who looks exactly like Rhea, being both desired and loved by:

Luke Castellan. Kronos' right hand and host, sharing his ideals as well.

Jason Grace. Son of Zeus who's straight up Kronos' carbon copy.

And falling in love for both of them simultaneously.

One way or another, she's doomed to relive the past.

[bvckbiter]

this is actually one of the changes that made me angriest because in the books, luke and thalia take annabeth in for no other reason than compassion and empathy for their shared fates as demigods. SHE WAS THEIR SECOND CHANCE

I know a lot of us have had various complaints about the way the PJO show approached certain things, but one thing I haven’t seen people bring up is the change made to Thalia’s relationship with Annabeth, in which Thalia made Annabeth “earn” her place in the group, instead of Thalia being sympathetic towards a 7 yr. old who was all alone and needed a place to belong.

Now, it’s very possible that Rick and the writers will forget they made that change and things will proceed as normal, but let’s just assume that Thalia and Annabeth’s relationship will actually change.

Am I the only one that doesn’t really like this change? It makes Thalia seem like a massive asshole, and I’m not even entirely sure that it fits her character (assuming we’re still working with the same Thalia; with the way the show’s going, it’s very possible that she’s gonna get a personality shift too). I also wonder what repercussions this is going to have when we get to Titan’s Curse. The show’s version of Annabeth sounded almost resentful regarding her relationship with Thalia, and it sounds like the show’s version of Thalia is the type of person who doesn’t really empathize with people until they prove they deserve it. Does that mean that their relationship in TTC will be awkward and unfriendly? That’s not really the dynamic that those two seem to have.

Idk, man.

[kamaluhkhan]

TIME TO PRETEND

pairing: luke castellan x gn!poseidon!reader word count: 5k chapter summary: you're the eldest child of poseidon and the hero of the last great prophecy. you left your demigod life behind after defeating kronos. now, years later, you find yourself back at camp half blood for the summer.....which means dealing with luke castellan, and all that history (tension?) left unresolved between you. warnings: some nicknames for reader are based on female characters (mermista, sailor neptune) but they're still written as gender neutral. reader has tattoos. mention of alcohol + death (post-titan war). spoilers for the entire pjo (book) series, mostly references to the last olympian. timeline is all over the place but set in the early 2000s for vibes. no betrayal (au where chris was the one who sided w kronos and led the titan army) so slightly ooc luke <3 author's note: welcome to another product of my pjo hyperfixation !!! i wanted to finish the nemesis!reader series first but it's summer and i felt like reworking my tsitp series in a camp half-blood setting with bb luke. so prepare for childhood friends to lovers drama! summertime vibes! nostalgia! angst! would love to know what y'all think about this and if you want a part 2 so feel free to scream at me in the comments. otherwise, enjoy and thanks 4 reading 💙

♪: time to pretend by mgmt

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from: LukeNotSkywalker

to: Mermista86

subject: you are GETTING that record deal

Hey,

Your demo CD just came in the mail — and, Connor as my witness, I’ve already listened to it five times!!! 

It’s amazing. You’re amazing. The label would totally lose out if they didn’t sign you. 

Things have been pretty chaotic around here, with the summer term happening soon. Speaking of which: are you coming back? Chiron gave me the list of returning campers and counsellors this morning and said he hadn’t heard from you, so I thought I’d ask. I know you’ll be busy with the band, but if you get the chance, it’d be really great to see you.

Anyways, I’m leading the next Shield & Sword session, so I’d better go. Talk soon ;)

- L

FOUR YEARS LATER

TURBULENT WATERS? ALT-ROCK BAND MIDNIGHT SIRENS HIT ROUGH PATCH AFTER LEAD GUITARIST GETS INTO VIOLENT ALTERCATION 

the cover is the nail in the coffin: a blurry picture of you, an electric blue guitar forgotten at your feet, lunging forward into a crowd, with your bandmates on stage behind you in shock. 

you’d gone all this time without any major incidents, and one stupid chimera managed to burn down everything you worked for in one fell swoop.

“that’d be $8.50,” the cashier informs. 

you tear your attention away from the magazine, instead fishing through your pocket for some change. meanwhile, the cashier furrows their brow, leans down slightly to get a better look at you underneath your sunglasses and baseball cap. 

“hey, do i know you?”

“nope,” you say instantly, slapping a $10 bill onto the counter. “keep the change.” you gather your pile of necessary roadtrip supplies (slushies, m&m’s, and goldfish) before rushing out the door, your half-brother trailing behind you.

you slide into the driver’s seat, set each slushie in a cup holder, and hand the rest to percy once he’s slipped into the passenger side. 

“seatbelt,” you remind him. you shake your hair out after removing your baseball cap disguise. “i promised your mom i’d be responsible.” 

percy does as he’s told, though not without mumbling about how he’s practically an adult and a demigod who’s been in much more dangerous situations than a car ride up to long island. you just tell him to put on some music, even though he has a point. he’ll be 18 in august and you’re only five years older, but the fact is that you gave sally jackson your word. 

plus — you’re his older sibling, so gods forbid you let him get hurt. a seatbelt seems like a band-aid solution for one of the most powerful demigods out there, but still.

percy flips through a few radio stations while he sips his blue raspberry slushie. when he doesn’t find anything good, he opens the glove compartment and surveys your music collection before sliding a cd into the stereo. 

instantly, the familiar sound of david bowie’s voice eases the tension in your shoulders.

“good choice?” 

you nod and percy smiles triumphantly. you reach over to steal a few goldfish from the bag he just opened and ruffle his hair playfully, for good measure. 

you’re perfectly happy, driving along a long island highway while getting lost in the glam rock world of ziggy stardust, but it isn’t long until percy interrupts: 

“are you finally gonna tell me what happened, or do i have to read it from some trashy gossip magazine like everyone else?”

“well, your dyslexic ass can barely read so….”

you look over at him briefly, and laugh when you see him stick his slightly-blue tongue out to you. 

“at least my dyslexic ass is actually decent at ancient greek. luke told me you failed the reading test, like, a million times.”

your heart twinges at the mention of your old friend. 

friend.

if you could still call him that. 

thankfully, percy doesn’t give you much room to dwell on the past, too focused on your drama-filled present.

“so, what is it? you got kicked out of the band? lost everything? have nowhere else to go?”

you roll your eyes at his dramatics. “i did not get kicked out.” 

“then, what happened?”

“just the usual.” you shrug. “monster attack, mortals who can’t see through the mist. i tried to explain it away after — something about how i saw someone in the crowd attack another person and i stepped in to help. most people bought it, but the media loves drama and the label’s worried i’m a flight risk now. apparently, everything will blow over if i just keep a low profile for the next few months. so….no. i didn’t lose everything.” you take a deep, like when anyone other than children of poseidon are about to go underwater and they’re not quite sure when they can come up for air. 

“i just don’t really have anywhere else to go,” you finish.

“damn.” percy offers you a blue shark gummy (or whale - you and percy had already debated the shape of the candy that sally packed for the trip, and the jury’s still out). you gratefully accept. “well, i know it’s not the best reason, but i’m excited to spend the summer together.”

despite everything, you find yourself smiling. 

“me too, kid.” 

“it’d give me a chance to kick your ass in sword-fighting.”

“you wish!” you nudge his shoulder, both of you giggling. once the laughter’s died down, you glance at percy once more. “hey – did you tell anyone i was coming?”

percy shakes his head. “why?”

you take a long swig of your drink until you’re on the brink of brain freeze. 

“no reason.”

it’s just after lunch when you arrive at camp half-blood. 

you weren’t sure what you were expecting — maybe not some futuristic technological developments that had been discovered within the years you were gone, but definitely not for camp to look pretty much exactly the same as when you left. 

instantly, you find comfort in the familiar scenes: a dragon, peleus, guarding the magical borders; dryads and satyrs picking strawberries in the fields next to the forest; chiron standing near the central guidepost, greeting and guiding every camper in the right direction.

chiron smiles down at percy and practically does a double take when his eyes land on you.

“mx. l/n! it has been a while. are you here to drop off your brother, or do you plan on staying for the summer?”

before you can answer, someone appears behind him. 

“perce! hey!” 

“hey, luke.”

luke gives him a side hug, and percy shoves him away with a laugh when he ruffles his hair. it’s then that luke acknowledges you, though he looks like that’s the last thing he wants to do.

“i thought i’d never see you again. what are you doing here? ”

chiron turns to you expectedly. “i believe you have yet to answer that question of mine as well.”

“staying for the summer…” you adjust the shoulder strap of your backpack, uneased by luke’s cold demeanor. “i hope that’s okay.”

“of course!” chiron’s smile grows wide, eyes crinkling. “you’ll resume your position as head counsellor of cabin 3.”

“so i’m dethroned? just like that?” percy guffaws.

you nudge percy’s shoulder. “fulfill the next great prophecy, and then we’ll talk.” 

percy rolls his eyes playfully. luke, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to appreciate your tongue-in-cheek remark. his jaw tightens, and he suddenly finds a deep interest in the clipboard he’s holding.

chiron clears his throat, likely sensing the tension. “yes, well, i’m sure you remember how things work around here. if not, mr. castellan has been keeping this ship afloat. he's always here to help.”

“always.” luke smiles, but it’s elastic, threatening to snap at any moment. someone calls his name, and he walks away to deal with whatever chaos is waiting for him.

summer — age 15

you weren’t exactly conscious when you first arrived at camp half-blood. 

apparently, coach hedge, a satyr and protector, found you just in time and had to practically drag you up half-blood hill after a particularly gruesome fury attack. 

when you woke up and saw luke sleeping next to you in a chair, his curls overgrown and falling onto his eyes, you thought you had died and gone to elysium. 

you took in your unfamiliar surroundings. some sort of infirmary, with only your best friend next to you, the one you hadn’t seen in almost a year since you’d parted ways. 

then, you remembered what was happening before you passed out; it was more likely that you were being tricked into a false sense of security by that fury, who definitely planned on devouring you later.

with a newfound sense of urgency, you decided it was time to get out of there before it was too late. you were reaching for your knife when you felt a hand grab your shoulder. without losing a second, you twisted your body around, weapon at the ready.

whoever it was watching over you sure looked like luke. he was wearing a bright orange shirt and leather cord necklace with one clay bead. another point of difference was the jagged scar that cut across his left cheek.

“it’s just me,” he said, gently. “you’re fine here. you’re safe.”

you weren’t convinced, kept your knife in front of you to keep distance. “prove it.” you narrowed your eyes. “tell me something only luke would know.”

“you’re left-handed.”

“that’s a great observation,” you scoff.

“storm is your favourite x-men character.”

“that’s a very popular opinion.”

“your aunt would make us mango lassi after swim camp when she got home from work,” luke tries for the third time. “and, my mom - she used to call you ‘starfish.’”

your heart skipped a beat.

that was the confirmation you needed. 

the knife dropped from your hand, clattered on the wooden floor, as you pulled luke in for a hug. you were greeted by a familiar scent, that pear shampoo luke loved because it made his hair so soft, mixed with the smell of fresh pine trees. 

“it’s really you,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

despite sleeping for gods know how long, you were exhausted. you rested your weight into luke, but he didn’t seem to care.

“it’s really you. i thought i’d never see you again.”

“where are we?” you asked, breaking away to face luke. you ignored the wooziness you felt throughout your body; luke seemed to sense it, his grip around you tightening. “are annabeth and thalia here, too? how’d you get here?” your thumb traced the unfamiliar scar on his face. “what happened? are you okay —”

“i-i’ll answer all your questions, but you lost a lot of blood.” luke guided you to lay back down in bed. “we’ll explain everything. just get some rest.”

a third scenario entered your mind: this was all a dream. you’d close your eyes and when you opened them again, luke would be gone. you’d be alone again.

you couldn’t let go of luke’s hand, even as he tucked you back into bed. you tugged his wrist, silently urging him to join you.

“will you stay with me?” you finally croaked when he continued standing. 

luke looked at you, and you nodded once as final confirmation. then, he removed his shoes and slipped into the bed next to you. it was luke, all sweet pear and soft curls and strong heartbeat, and you held on to him in fear that he might slip away.

“always,” he whispered.

during the orientation video you were later shown, you learned that camp half-blood’s motto is keeping young heroes safe (mostly) for over three millennia!  

luke had used that word, too. safe.

chiron told you this was to be your new home as he walked you to the poseidon cabin. he told you that you were safe now, though you noticed how the word almost got caught in his throat. he gave you a sad smile you didn’t quite understand.

you did wonder, at first, if those words were true: this place, a home for you and other children of gods. somewhere safe.

and, well.

you came to understand chiron’s general melancholy a few weeks later, and every week after that. he was used to training and sending heroes off to their potential death, and you would be no different. stolen lightning bolts, deadly quests, cryptic prophecies. a pending war between divine forces you had been entangled with long before you knew. heartache and betrayal and loss beyond measure. 

but, there were other things, too. 

annabeth, fitting in perfectly at the athena cabin, continued being her genius self, leading her team to victory every capture the flag game. she was extra patient in helping you with ancient greek, especially after chiron had given up.

chris rodriguez, luke’s half-brother, would tell you jokes from across the dining pavilion, knowing that you hated sitting alone at the poseidon table. michael yew, son of apollo, taught you how to play guitar at the bonfire one week; you’d ask for more and more lessons until you could start playing on your own. charles beckendorf made you a celestial bronze sword that shone like that burst of light when the sun hits the ocean at sunset. it transformed into a ring that you would never take off, unless in battle. you might not have gotten along with mr. d, but you spent free time picking fresh strawberries with his son, castor. you made matching friendship bracelets with silena beauregard, who was really the only person you confided in, about how you maybe possibly felt something other than friendship when it came to luke. she told you about her crush on clarisse larue, the daughter of ares whom you would always partner with during sparring practice. you taught ethan nakamura, who didn’t have his own cabin as the child of nemesis, how to properly hold a sword. thalia’s tree stood tall at the top of the hill where you almost bled to death, protecting you and everyone inside the magical borders. you, annabeth, and luke would share a picnic there every thursday.

you had been on the run for so long, always looking over your shoulder for monsters, sleeping with one eye open to be one step ahead of death, jumping from one place to the next so quickly to avoid danger.

so, yes. 

it was nice to stay in one place, where you knew you were as safe as demigods could be. it was nice to spend your time learning and training and laughing instead of just surviving. 

it was nice to have a place to call home. and people to call it home with.

now 

the first week passes in the blink of an eye, and it’s like you never left.

tie-dye, volleyball, strawberry picking, kitchen duty, and cabin inspection. 

luke has everyone on a tight schedule — one, you notice, conveniently places the two of you at opposite ends of camp at all times.

still, you catch up with clarisse and the stoll brothers, spend time with annabeth and percy, say hi to pollux and katie gardner and others you vaguely recognize as five years older than what you remember. there are also a lot of faces you don’t recognize at all.

of course, you try not to think about the faces you wished you could see: friends you grew up with and would never have a laugh with again, younger campers you had trained who would never grow up. all lost because of the gods and the titans and a prophecy you never asked to be a part of. 

it’s a side effect of being back here; their ghosts are harder to ignore.

again — trying not to think about it.

anyways.

climbing wall, armory, sword-fighting practice, archery field, and free time on the beach.

to conclude: capture-the-flag, a friday night camp-half blood tradition.

you’re praising annabeth for her latest strategy that led to blue team victory when you notice luke. he was also on the blue team, but instead of celebrating with the rest of you, he’s speaking to someone who’s wearing a red helmet. they seem to be in a heated discussion, one that luke is not wanting to continue. his tells are the same, after all these years: the impatient tapping of his foot, his eyes searching for an out.

you give it to him.

“sorry, i need to borrow this guy.” you say, grabbing luke’s wrist. “camp emergency.” 

if the person said anything, you didn’t hear it, because you were already dragging luke away from the crowd, towards the armory shed. 

“what’s the emergency?” luke wonders, brows furrowed in concern. he has deep shadows under his eyes, too. keeping the ship that is camp half-blood afloat has clearly taken a toll on him. 

“you wanting to get out of that conversation. you’re welcome.” you wink at him; luke flushes, and you’re not sure if it’s because he’s annoyed, or if he's just flustered. “so, are you gonna keep ignoring me the whole summer?”

you put your helmet on one of the shelves and turn back to luke. you expected him to start removing his armor as well, but he doesn’t. he just glares at you, arms crossed over his chest.

so, he’s annoyed, then. 

“what do you expect?” luke hisses. “you can’t come back here and pretend that everything can be like it was when we were kids. things are different now, especially between us.”

you decide to take him up on his challenge. 

“oh? tell me, luke, what exactly is different between us?”

luke shakes his head in disbelief. you remove your chest plate, and that’s when the tattoo on your waist becomes visible. it’s a magnolia, like one of the flowers that bloomed on the tree outside may castellan’s house. 

something in luke softens, then. he sighs. 

“you could have at least given me a warning.”

he storms off, and you’re left half-armored, wondering what he meant by that.

you figure it out once a few of you settle down for a late-night, underground poker game, and you’re trying not to stare at luke’s hands.

it starts with you telling yourself that you’re just trying to predict what cards he’s holding, figure out if he’s bluffing, and if he’s about to lose everything he’d so confidently bet on. 

but then you notice the silver thumb ring that thalia got him for his 17th birthday. you notice an array of hair ties and elastic bands he keeps just in case a camper needs them, and woven bracelets given to him by his admirers. you notice how the tattoo on his wrist is covered. (it’s hidden well, but you know it’s there — you’d gotten one of a wing, the kind that might be found on a pair of magical red converse, at the same time)

you also notice the forest green painted on luke’s nails, the same shade worn by the person beside him.

van, the new head counsellor of the hephaestus cabin. you’d seen them at staff meetings, but you somehow did not notice that they were dating luke. 

he moved on — is that why luke needed a warning? is that what's changed between you?

it’s fine. whatever. so what if luke has a new partner? it’s not like the two of you were anything, officially. 

luke has a new partner. they’re wearing matching nail polish. they’re one of those couples.

well, van is also wearing a nickleback shirt and luke hates nickleback, unless that fundamental part of his personality changed, too. 

“yo, sailor neptune. you in or not?” travis brings you out of your daze, by using a nickname luke once called you.

back before becoming heroes, when you and luke were just kids, you’d watch cartoons in his living room on saturday mornings — x-men, she-ra: princess of power, teenage mutant ninja turtles, sailor moon. a lifetime ago.

you look around the table and see that everyone has been waiting for you to take your turn. even luke raises an eyebrow at you.

“yeah.” you clear your throat and throw some chips into the centre. “i’m in.”

you have decent enough cards to keep you in the game, and you’re comfortable that you can play the odds in your favor. the stoll brothers are good liars, you know that, and so is luke. malcolm pace is good at strategy, but thankfully not as good as his half-sister annabeth. pollux, who had invited you to the game, already folded along with butch, the son of iris who has a rainbow tattoo on his bicep to prove it. beside you, lou ellen, daughter of the hecate, contemplates her next move. clovis has fallen asleep, true to their title as head counsellor of the hypnos cabin. you can’t get a read on van, but they keep raising the stakes so confidently, and you’ve always liked a good challenge.

soon enough, it’s only you and van in the bet. when it comes time to reveal your cards, you curse yourself for overplaying your hand.

“good game,” van says to you as they collect their winnings. “you really had me going there.” 

“yeah.” your smile is strained, but it’s there nonetheless. “tried my best.”

“guess the curse of achilles doesn’t help as much in poker as it does in capture the flag.” 

“excuse me?” you raise an eyebrow.

luke, who had one arm casually draped around van’s chair the entire game, pulls away. “van, maybe don’t —”

“it’s not like it’s a secret, luke. they’re the prophecy kid, everyone knows they bathed in the river styx to be able to fight kronos. it’s camp legend.”

other than you, luke, and van, everyone else is occupied with something else. connor busies himself shuffling the cards, while lou ellen, malcolm, and pollux get up for more drinks. it seems like butch and travis have their own bet going to see who can balance the most chips on clovis’ forehead without waking him up. 

van waits for an answer. you’re a little queasy, and it’s not from the wine pollux managed to snag from his dad’s office. you’re suddenly faced with the reality that your life is reduced to a legend. you try your best to swallow that feeling, of being made into a greek tragic hero while your heart is still beating, and your life is still a mess.

“that’s relevant, why?”

“just that some people might consider the invulnerability thing an unfair advantage in physical competitions like capture the flag,” van explains. “increased strength and all that.” 

“that would mean nothing without a good strategy,” you counter.

“that’s what i said,” luke grumbles. 

you recognize van now as the person luke was arguing with earlier. it must have been about this. 

about you. 

“okay, y’all were best friends, so luke is obviously going to take your side.”

you’re not sure what stings more: friends or were. 

“although, he never really talks about you, which is weird because you’re, like, famous in and outside camp.”

ouch. that definitely stings the most. luke winces slightly, almost like he feels it, too.

“alright, alright,” connor interjects, shuffling the cards in his hands. “another round?” 

you’re the only one who decides to call it a night. everyone says goodbye; even van, who’s blissfully unaware of the effect their words had on you. luke avoids your gaze. the game continues without you.

percy’s snoring provides enough cover as you sneak into your shared cabin. you try to sleep, but it doesn’t come easy. 

you feel the spot underneath your rib, the one spot you’re truly vulnerable, ache.

summer — age 17

for the first time in your life, you couldn’t breathe underwater. you were swimming in acid, and your skin was melting away.

at least, that’s what it felt like to bathe in the river styx. achilles could have mentioned that, but all he gave was a cryptic warning about anchoring yourself to what makes you mortal.

you really tried at first. you thought about your friends at camp. you thought about percy, about your aunt back when she was still around. you even thought about may castellan, burnt cookies and saturday mornings.

the pain was too much, though. 

you were forgetting where you were, who you were. with every passing second, you were dissolving into nothing.

“if you wanted to go for a swim, you should have told me. i would have worn my swimsuit.”

luke’s voice echoed across the waves. you tilted your head up to see him sitting on the dock above you, his feet dangling into the water. he had rolled up his jeans to just above his ankles so they didn’t get wet, but his shoes were still on, which was a bit strange. the sun made his eyes look like burnt amber, his teeth sparkling as he smiled at you. 

okay. cool.

you were at camp. it was mid-afternoon, free period. the two of you had been at the edge of the lake, until you became impatient and jumped in, fully clothed. behind him, you could see that annabeth, thalia, and percy were waiting for you on the shore. they were each wearing orange camp shirts, which was also strange; you couldn’t remember a time when you were all there together, as campers.

“we better go, sailor,” luke said, amusement laced throughout his words. “come on. those cabins aren’t gonna inspect themselves.”

luke extended his hand to you. when you hesitated, he added:

“i can’t do this without you. will you stay with me?”

you reached up and grabbed luke’s hand.

always.

you emerged from the water, catching your breath as you collapsed on the sand. 

“oh gods. are you okay?”

your cousin, nico diangelo, son of hades, knelt down next to you. he tried to check your pulse, but you waved him away. your eyes searched for luke, but he wasn’t there, despite feeling the ghost of his hand in your own. 

oh.

you weren’t at camp; you were in the underworld. it was nico’s idea for you to take on the curse of achilles so that you’d be strong enough to face kronos. 

“did it work?”

you got up, a bit uneasy on your feet at first. nico helped steady you, his hands cold on your skin.

you felt….stronger wasn’t the right word. you felt adrenaline coursing through your veins, like you could swim across the biggest ocean without pausing once. like you could defeat an entire army and not break a sweat. maybe even take down a titan or two while you're at it.

you needed to see luke again, to meet him and the others in manhattan before it was too late.

“let’s hope so.”

now

you always loved mornings at camp half-blood. the beach was particularly beautiful at sunrise, the water peaceful.

the morning after that impromptu poker game, you need that peacefulness to wash over you. you’re awake after a rather sleepless night, deciding to go for a quick run before breakfast. you get dressed and grab your mp3 player, as quietly as you can to avoid waking up percy (who, truthfully, could probably sleep through a hurricane anyways). 

you jog from one end of the beach to the other. you set a steady rhythm, somewhere between the beat of your music and the sound of waves gently washing over the shore. when you make your way back down to where you started, you notice someone sitting nearby.

luke doesn’t say anything when you first sit next to him. he’s wearing a dark blue hoodie over his usual orange shirt, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. you imagine that he confiscated it from a camper on the way here. 

“morning,” he finally whispers, eyes fixed towards the ocean. 

you shiver, and not just from the cool morning air. you’re reminded of the last time luke spoke to you so softly, the last time you’d caught an early morning sunrise together. such a contrast to where you are now.

“morning,” you finally reply. 

as the sound of waves fills the silence between you, luke surprises you by taking a lighter out of his pocket. he lights the cigarette and takes a puff. then, he hands it to you. 

it’s such an odd, though not unwelcomed, gesture. a peace offering, you figure, but it’s just so not luke that you can’t help yourself.

“is golden boy luke castellan, offering me contraband? what planet am i on?”

the hint of a smile creeps onto his face. “like i said: things are different now,” he echoes his words from the night before, but this time you don’t sense any hostility.

you take a drag of the cigarette. your fingers brush against his when you return it to him.

you decide to offer a peace offering as well, and present to him one of your earbuds — he accepts. you have to slide across the sand to move closer to him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. 

i’m feelin’ rough, i’m feeling raw / i’m in the prime of my life….

as the song plays, you glance to see luke nodding along, tapping a finger on his knee to the beat. he lets the cigarette smoulder in his other hand.

we’re fated to pretend / to pretend / yeah, yeah, yeah….

when the song is over, luke turns to you. 

“new group?” he brings the cigarette to his lips, then gives it back to you.

“kinda.” you inhale, letting the smoke warm your lungs before explaining. “this is considered they’re breakthrough album. they’re from connecticut, actually.”

“oh, yeah? guess that’s where all the talent is from.”

luke bumps his shoulder against yours knowingly. you feel your cheeks heat up at his praise, his witty sincerity.

this is familiar — you and luke, at the beach, sharing music. it’s familiar, and for a few moments, you can act like there isn’t a wall between you, of unresolved feelings and harsh words. you can pretend that nothing has changed.

“you know, nickleback are from connecticut, too. which means you just called them talented.”

luke coughs on some smoke as he exhales with a laugh. “what? no i didn’t!”

“in a roundabout way. i always knew you were an undercover fan,” you tease.

“i have better taste than that.”

“do you?”

“you’re fucking with me,” luke deadpans.

you crack a smile. “yeah, i’m fucking with you.”

“gods, you scared me for a second,” he laughs, and you can’t help but follow. luke glances at you and the sunshine highlights his smile, his dark brown curls, the ever-changing color of his eyes. golden, radiant. 

you shiver again, looking away. before you know it, you feel something draped across your shoulders.

“i’m not sure van would like it if i was wearing your hoodie.” you joke, but your words are laced with a bitterness you hope luke doesn’t catch. unlucky for you, luke still knows you too well, whether he likes it or not.

“you don’t get to do that.”

“do what?”

luke scoffs. “be jealous.” 

“well, you don’t get to tell me how to feel.”

“so, you are jealous?”

you exhale sharply; you can practically feel the wall between you two reappear.

“it’s too early, lu. and i’m too hungover to deal with this.”

there’s nothing more left to say. you get up, throw his hoodie on the sand, and walk back towards your cabin, the beach and luke further away with every step you take.

it makes sense that way: you were always the one to leave first.

[lokisprettygirl]

Come As You Are (Eric Draven! Bill Skarsgard's Version x Female Reader) (18+) (Slight Au)

Read Chapter 10 here //Series Masterlist

Chapter 11

Summary : Melody's arrival brings a realisation.

Warning: 18+, smut, dirty sexual thoughts,, Description of self harm, dry humping, drug use, Eric is a past drug addict with suicidal tendencies, self harm, use of cuss words, description of claustrophobia, reader is in her early thirties, mention of sexual assault, death and murder, Consumption of alcohol and weed, periods

Eric returned late that night, he didn't have any of the answers that he was looking for. Kronos just left him to his own devices and told him that this was his fight, that he couldn't really change his fate by warning him about every danger out there that awaited him, he chided him that he'd never find his soul if he knew everything that was going to happen to him or the people around him..

Kronos also reminded him that reunion with his soul would be a journey, it will come in pieces when he will be loved truly by another soul.

Bullshit..all of that was bullshit. Besides he had given up on finding his soul again.

Now he had his ex girlfriend living in his current girlfriend’s apartment and he had no idea who the fuck this Roeg lookalike was or where exactly to find him.

He opened the door of your apartment as discreetly as he could as it was late and you must have been asleep. As he entered he saw Melody sleeping on the couch, that couch wasn't comfortable, he needed to do something about that but right now he needed to see you.

Your bedroom was unlocked so he entered quietly.

Melody opened her eyes and watched the bedroom door closing, a sense of irritation creeped into her nerves. He didn't even check on her? Didn't even come to her to ask if she was feeling okay? That bothered her alot.

You were sleeping in your usual attire and that made him smile. God you looked perfect like this. He still couldn't believe how easily you had accepted his reality. No screaming, no overreaction, no calling him crazy, you just owned it and you were still willing to be by his side, not just that but you accommodated Melody even though he knew you didn't like her much. He'd have despised it so greatly if it was one of your exes just lounging in his apartment right now.

He took off his hoodie and the shirt before he climbed into the bed to submerge in your warmth. He didn't want to ruin your sleep but you made it difficult at times, he turned you on your back gently and looked at your face for a moment before he leaned down to kiss your forehead, his lips lingered on your skin longer than he intended to.

And as you felt his touch you opened your eyes,

“You're back or it's a dream?” You asked him in your groggy sleepy voice so he chuckled.

“Told you I'd be back soon”

“Come here” one of your arms curled around his back while the other caressed down his back as you pulled him closer, he couldn't resist anymore so he placed his lips on yours, wanting to have a taste of you, you were safe and in his arms but he was afraid he had put you in such grave danger.

His fingers mindlessly slipped under your tank top making you gasp in his mouth as his thumb brushed over your now erect nipples. It wasn't your fault you found yourself always turned on when he was so close to you, touching you like this, kissing you as if he couldn't live without it.

“Did you meet him? The Kronos guy?” You asked him so he nodded but didn't respond “Mmmm okay ummm-”

“Shhhhh not now” he shushed you.

Okay Daddy. Whatever you say.

“I just need to know..if you're feeling okay” you asked softly so he smiled.

“I'm good baby ..as long as you are safe”

Next morning when you woke up, for once he was still in the bed with you so you admired his sleepy form and gave him a bunch of kisses before getting out of the bed to go to the living room.

You wanted to see what Melody was upto. As you stepped out of the room you saw her pacing back and forth, arguing with someone on the phone.. perhaps that actor who put the ring on her. Bill something..now that you thought about it he kind of resembled Eric with his tall frame and big eyes.

Maybe she had a type or Maybe she was trying to fill a void Eric had left behind.

“Uhhh do you mind?” She said as she looked at you so you scurried into the bedroom again.

Wait a second, this was your apartment. How dare she?

As you closed the door Eric turned around in his sleep, trying to pat with his hands in an attempt to find you next to him, when he didn't he opened his eyes immediately so you crawled into the bed and got on top of him.

“Where did you go?” He asked you so you shook your head.

“Nowhere”

He could barely keep his eyes open due to the sleep and you found him really adorable like that, especially when the kohl around his eyes were all smudged. That's what he used, a kohl pencil. Made his eyes pop he said, he also said that it made him look really dangerous but you weren't really sold on that reasoning.

“Eric..i have a question about your immortality” you said to him so he chuckled, considering how nosy you were he was surprised you hadn't bombarded him with questions since he had revealed his truth.

“Since you're not technically mortal…would I get pregnant if you cum inside me?” His eyes were wide open now as you asked him so nonchalantly.

“Y/n..baby it's 9 in the morning” he said as he cupped your cheeks and made you lay down on his chest as he chuckled “I don't know we will have to test that theory someday” he said, making your face flush in response.

“Hey?” He said, ”Can you not go to work today?”

“They'll fire me baby..I just took the week off”

“I just don't want you out of my sight..”

“I do need to earn though..I hate my job but I need money” you sighed. You would have loved to stay here with him all day but you had bills to pay.

“I'll get you money..I'll get you all the money..i have plenty of it baby” You smiled as he said that so softly.

“Yeah? Going to be my sugar daddy?”

“Yeah..I'll take care of you sweetheart, just give me some time of yours ..I just need time to make sure it's safe out there for you okay?”

“Mmm so I'll just play house with your ex while you're out all day?”

“I know it's not ideal..I just can't risk your safety. I'm sorry I brought you into my messed up life” he mumbled, his voice tinged with a sense of vulnerability so you pressed your head up to peck his lips.

“I clearly remember forcing my way into your life..besides i don't care as long as I have you..I'm here for you baby”

After you both showered, separately, much to your disappointment, he didn't think he would have kept his hands off you if he saw you soaking wet and completely naked from head to toe and doing something sexual while his ex-girlfriend was in the next room made him feel a certain way.

“I will get breakfast..don't cook” he said to you as he kissed your forehead so you nodded.

He didn't even look at Melody as he stepped out and you couldn't tell if it was indifference or she just reminded him of their past and the realisation that she wasn't his anymore. You deluded yourself into believing that it was indifference.

After making the sick call at the diner, you were in the kitchen making a cup of tea when Melody walked in.

“I need some water” she said to you so you pointed towards the fridge.

She just gave you the snotty rich girl vibe that you didn't like, you had googled her thoroughly, her mother was apparently a famous model or something before she committed suicide so she was always rich.

“Still writing notes huh?” Melody spoke as she looked at one of the notes Eric had left behind on the refrigerator door for you. You often kept them in a box but due to your cousin's wedding you had been pretty distracted for the last two weeks.

“Yeah..” you said to her, not knowing what else to say.

So he used to write notes for her too? Okay so what? That was part of his personality..it's just something he did.

“So how did you two meet?” she asked you as she leaned against the refrigerator.

“Well he moved in front door..”

You answered. She let out a snicker so you looked at her,

“Sorry i just thought you'd tell me a grandeur love story”

Bitch!!!!!

At Least you didn't meet him in a rehab, made him escape with you, threw him back into drugs again and then got him killed by a devil worshipper.

“Well that's just how we met..I'm just glad he was in a better place when we did..not doing drugs and all anymore” you said to her and you could see her face falling apart at the comment. That was a cheap shot you took but she was asking for it.

You had yet to hear a small thank you from that you were allowing her to be in your apartment

Half an hour later Eric returned and placed her breakfast on the coffee table.

He brought waffles for Melody.

“You still remember,” Melody said to him as she smiled. “Waffles with no cream”

Ahh so that's why he didn't like it either.

“I just have a good memory,” he said to her before he walked into the kitchen so she rolled her eyes. She hated how dismissive he was to her even though he knew her life was in danger now.

“Hey baby..i got you waffles.. lots of cream and fruits” he said softly as he kissed your cheek so you smiled.

“What did you get for yourself?” You asked him so he shrugged

“I ate at the breakfast place..don't worry” he zoned out for a bit so you stood in front of him and cupped his cheeks to make him look at you.

“What is it?”

“Nothing baby ..I just ..are you sure you don't want to get yourself out of this mess?” he asked you, his voice trembling with fear as if you'd just up and leave.

“Do you want me to go?”

“No.. of course not. Don't even think that I'd ever want that”

“Then you have your answer ..i told you I don't abandon people, especially not those i love..and i have never loved anyone as much as I love you” he placed his hand around your waist and pulled you closer as you said that. A part of you feared he asked that question because he was having second thoughts about you now that Melody was here. You wished your insecurities weren't so deeply rooted in you but you had been abandoned so many times that someone like him choosing you felt too good to be true.

“I love you” he murmured.

And those thoughts did die down for a moment when he said those words so earnestly.

You and Eric spent your day in the bedroom while Melody was in the living room all alone, in the evening your doorbell rang and it startled you because nobody visited you. Like ever. Never. The only person who ever came on your door was usually Eric and he was right next to you right now.

“Stay here okay?” He said to you but you followed him into the living room, you saw Melody looking at the door nervously as well, a part of you felt bad for her in that moment.

As Eric looked through the peephole he turned around to look at you, confusion written on his face.

“It's your friend Dina?” he mumbled almost under his breath so you ran towards the door to see yourself.

“What the hell?” you exclaimed as you didn't know why she was there.

“Ummmm you both should go to the bedroom..hide” you said to him so he nodded before he looked at Melody and she followed after him, a bit too excitedly for your liking.

“Heyyyyyyy” you mumbled an exaggerated greeting as you opened the door.

“Thank God..I need to rant and you didn't come to work.. Laura said you had hepatitis or whatever..you look fine to me..anyways -” she said it all in one breath.

“Nooooo.. I do have hepatitis. Okay? I caught something during the family visit..don't think I can work for like a week now ..it's so bad”

You coughed to sell your act even though you didn't really need to cough. Should have googled hepatitis symptoms. Why did you even pick hepatitis? Does hepatitis even-

“Anyway get well soon girl..is your neighbour home?” She winked at you so you shrugged nervously. He was definitely home.

“No..not home…definitely not my Home .. imagine that..him being here” you chuckled nervously so Dina agreed.

“Such an asshole that man-” she rolled her eyes as she strutted inside and sat down on the couch.

“Big ass .. big and firm” you retorted.

“But so hottt though..god I had a dream about him last night” she said.

Eric was standing at your bedroom door with his ears pressed up against the frame but he couldn't hear much more than you trying to do something out there that you were exceptionally bad at. Lying.

As he turned around Melody was right behind him so he bumped into her.

“Why are you sneaking up on me like that Jesus” he whispered to not make his voice loud.

“Sorry-” she said as she looked up at him. “You haven't changed at all ..still look the same as the day I saw you last” she said to him so he walked past her to sit down on the bed.

“Perks of immortality” he mumbled, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“Do you still go to that lake we used to visit?” She asked as she sat next to him so he groaned.

“We don't need to do this okay?”

“What?” she feigned the look of confusion.

“This.. catching up like we are long lost friends” he snapped.

“I always wanted to stay in touch with you...it was you that-”

“Stay in touch after you no longer wanted me as your lover? Are you fucking kidding with me?” He grumbled under his breath, it was getting harder to not raise his voice.

He was happy with you, he had moved on, he is happy with you, why did she have to come back like this and fuck with his head?

*******

“So then I told him that obviously you asked me out on a date then you are going to pay, i don't see how I am wrong here..anyways then he went on and on and on about how he didn't like girls who weren't independent and I'm like bitch I'm a waitress..I'm independent but willing to be dependent if the right offer comes along-”

Dina did what she did best..she blabbered.

Somewhere along the line you had zoned out completely and not even listening to her, your mind was distracted by the fact that Eric and Melody were in your bedroom together. You didn't trust her for some reason, the way she had been looking at him since she had come made you feel utterly insecure. She had it all but apparently that wasn't enough for her.

Maybe she indeed loved him and he just became too much for her, however you didn't understand her decision to leave him, you couldn't wrap your head around it, that man lost his soul for her and she just left? You could just imagine his sad little face, the look of dejection when she finally told him that she was done, just thinking about it made you want to hold him.

*******

“You left and never looked back Melody, you could have found me if you wanted to, like you did now, but you moved on, got yourself a shiny husband-to- be so don't you dare give me those looks now okay?” He said to her firmly but he felt like a jerk as her eyes welled up and she placed her head into her palms.

Great. Now what was he supposed to do?

He just stood there and allowed her to cry and luckily ten minutes later Dina was gone so you opened the door and saved him from the awkwardness of it all.

He stepped so fast out of there and into the living room, didn't even look at you, as you looked at Melody and her sullen face you realised that they must have had a serious conversation.

She glared at you before she got up and followed Eric into the living room.

“Give me the keys to your apartment, I don't want to stay here” Eric sighed as she said that to him, he contemplated for a moment before he shoved the key in her palm..she'll be next door, he can keep an eye on her from here. She didn't need to be in the same house. He was capable of protecting her now.

As she left you walked towards him.

“Are you -” you began but before you could finish he interrupted you.

“I'm fine y/n..don't hover over me okay?” He said as he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up, his voice was snappy and it did hurt you but you didn't respond, instead you turned around and went to the bedroom.

If he needed space he just had to ask for it, but not like this, especially not now when you felt so afraid of losing him, it made you feel so pathetic and so unwanted.

He sighed deeply and sat down on the couch to calm his nerves before he got up and walked into his apartment. Melody was sitting on the couch.

“Let's not argue..i don't want that, you still matter to me” he said to her honestly so she nodded.

“Sit down..” she said as she patted the spot next to her so he thought about it for a moment before he sat down. “I know what will make us feel better,” she said as she took out a packet from her bag. He recognised those yellow pills really well..

“I thought you quit,” he said to her as he grabbed the packet from her hands to inspect it.

“I did, it's just the stress because of Roeg or whoever he is-”

He chuckled as she said that, she told him that he hadn't changed but then she hadn't changed much either. Still the same Melody that loved to indulge in her own self destruction. One would think she'd value her life more after dying once.

“I can't do this anymore” he said as he gave it back to her so she looked at him perplexed as if he had said something so absurd.

“You're immortal now, it's not going to matter”

“It does matter.. i have been clean for years, can't fall back to the old ways..and I can't do this to her, she believes so much in me even though I have never deserved it from her” her jaw clenched as he was clearly referring to you. Just listening to him talking about you like this irritated her.

“Ofcourse” she gave him a fake smile. He knew he needed to apologise to you for his behaviour just now so he got up.

“Call if you need anything..lock the door” he said to her before he made his way straight to your bedroom.

As he entered he found you all bundled up on the bed, sniffling, and his heart clenched.

“Baby-” his voice was dripping with tenderness now as he crawled into the bed.

“Are you going to leave?” You asked him between the tears and his heart just about broke.

“Where would I even go?” He asked as he turned you on your back and wiped your tears with the pad of his thumbs.

“I know she's important to you and you perhaps still love her..I don't want to come in between if you do.. I'll go..i just want you to be happy” his eyes welled up as he heard your broken voice.

“Stupid baby..so stupid..so selfless and so stupid” he mumbled as he cupped your cheeks to kiss you as deeply, and as passionately as he could. Words wouldn't be enough so he just wanted his touch to remind you what you meant to him, how special you were to him, he'd never leave you, he'd never put you through the pain he had been through once, not even for the woman he sold his soul for.

Your arms curled around his neck as you pulled him into a tight hug.

“I love you..” he whispered between his gentle kisses so you nodded. “You're so adorable baby..I love you so much, you're stuck with me I promise. I'm so sorry i didn't mean to hurt you”

He kissed down slowly until he had settled nicely between your legs, his mouth working until he had you crying again but from pleasure this time, he felt it all so deeply for you, love, lust, affection, all in such equal amounts.

How could you possibly think he'd just let you go? Break you so cruelly, he was no longer capable of it.

Next morning he was helping you in the kitchen since he was the one who kept you stuck at home all day, while chopping the vegetables he had cut his fingers with the knife. He wasn't a pro afterall, chopping up bad people was somehow much easier.

As you noticed the blood you grabbed his hand immediately and dragged him to the sink to run the cut under the cold water, all while glaring at him for being so careless.

“It's going to heal baby..your sauce will burn to crisp..go” he chuckled as he leaned down to kiss you so you groaned before you went back to the stove.

He turned off the tap, that's when he noticed that his blood had turned red before his wound closed up slowly.

And then came the epiphany.

His soul was in remission and he knew it was because of you. Only you.

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[menolly5600]

New official hero Danny Phantom meeting the Justice League for the first time with an excited smile and face that just screams baby: "hi!"

Billy batson AKA captain Marvel wondering why all the gods in his head started screaming at the sight of his new co-worker; "hi?"

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

oooh ok so i think something really fitting for dark luke would be him manipulating reader into joining kronos’ army and then reader realises that it’s wrong and tries to leave but he won’t let them (he perhaps might kidnap them just to keep them with him)🤭🤭🤭

Pairing: Dark Luke Castellan x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

Female reader

WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship; Minor Violence. 

Took me a long time to write it but here it is finally, so enjoy 😊

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“Y/N, c’mon. We gotta hurry up.” 

You remain silent, feet fixed on the floor, bothered by the troublesome tentacles of doubt and uneasiness that have started to round you up. 

You had always agreed with Luke’s perspective on the Gods. Comforted him when Luke’s anger and anguish got the best out of him. Supported him when he rambled about the imperative need to act, to defy the Gods.

You understood him.

You had your fair share of bitterness and hatred dedicated to your own mother, something that often led to crying yourself to sleep. 

You even helped him design the plan that made sure that Zeus’ Lightning Bolt was stolen without the fault falling on Luke. 

But now… now things feel different. It feels wrong. Very wrong.

You’re not sure what changed, but as you passively observe Luke hastily stuffing some of your clothes into a small bag, you realize you can't do this.

Because it means to betray the only place that ever felt like home. To turn your back on the people you called friends. 

“I can’t go with you.”

Your words come out in a low tone, barely above a whisper and Luke stops for a moment, hands dangerously clenching around a few shirts of yours.

You think he’s going to say something, but as quick as the moment comes, it also goes away and your boyfriend resorts to ignoring you. 

“The rest of your shirts won’t fit here.” he says, with a strained voice. “But it’s fine. We can get you more clothes when we get there.”

A shaky sigh comes from you before you can stop it.

“Luke, I’m not going with you.” 

Luke tenses up and you nervously gulp when he twists his neck to glare at you with a mix of impatience, anger and exasperation and shakes his head before returning his attention to the bag, zipping it close. 

“Luke-”

“You’re not ditching me. Now right now.” he snaps at you, turning to fully face you. “You promised me you were on my side. Hell, you even helped me begin this. And now you’re abandoning me, seriously?” 

You shake your head, reaching for his hand. He lets you hold it, despite the angry frown he has. 

“This isn’t right, Luke. We can’t just-”

“But you get it, right? You get why I’m - we - are doing this, right?” he tugs you closer by the hand, his other hand wrapping itself around your other hand’s wrist.

Pulling you so close that you can practically see the rageful emotions exploding in his eyes. 

“It’s for a good cause. All of this! We’re doing this to stop the Gods, stop them from always getting away with every shitty action of theirs.” 

You look at him, pure confliction itching your heart and mind and Luke seems to notice that. 

“We’re in this together, okay?” his eyes beg you to accept it, to accept him. To be his partner in crime. “You and me against the world. Having each other’s backs.”

But as much as you want to, it’s not something you can do. 

Luke’s face falls at the tears shining in your eyes - a clear synonym of your decision.

“I’m sorry, Luke. I really am.” 

For a moment, his jaw tenses up and you think Luke is gonna shout at you. That you’re no better than the Gods. That you too have betrayed him when he needs you the most. 

But he doesn’t. 

“So am I.” your brows squirm in confusion at his apologetic words and the only warning you get is a light squeeze of his palms on your hands. 

It happens so fast that you barely have time to react. 

He shoves you hard with one of his hands grabbing the back of your head, smashing your skull against the hard wall.

The pain is excruciating, stars exploding in your vision and you feel a strange numbness disseminating through your body. Your knees give up and you’d almost fall if Luke’s arms weren’t there to grab you, softly rocking you till your back meets the floor. 

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” his voice sounds distant, your brain slowly disconnecting as you lean towards the darkness,

“...but I can’t let you walk away from me.”

[genericpuff]

This might be kind of a stupid question, but in total, how many times did Rachel retconned LO? I clearly remember Hypnos being trapped for 10 years and then it getting retconned to "a few days"

Also, Hera, Demeter, Hestia going from friends to sisters

Did something else get retconned…?

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

this question got me thinking so hard i consulted the UnpopularLO crew, here's what we were able to come up with but there are almost definitely more examples:

Melinoe claims she's only been trapped for a few days but this contradicts what Hypnos told us about Kronos using a child deity to overthrow the Underworld in the first place. Unless this just means Persephone showed up just a day or two after everyone fell into a deep sleep, but considering the state of the Underworld when she arrives and other things we're told after the S2 finale, there's no way this is the case.

Speaking of Melinoe, the whole concept of "the interloper" was clearly something Rachel came up with on the fly and didn't have an actual solution to because when we're first told about them, they look nothing like Melinoe:

The weird replacement of Hades' imagined childhood self with Melinoe as a dream child who was actually "always present" throughout the first two seasons. Like, why is Hades so familiar with the ghost child 'checking in on him' if this was some random thing that started happening due to Kronos messing around with the timeline?

The sudden 'reveal' that Ouranos was the one pulling the strings and manipulating Apollo since the very beginning even though that makes zero sense and was completely unnecessary to explaining Apollo's motivations. Apollo himself even constantly flip flops between being some evil mastermind out to get Persephone for a very specific purpose (overthrowing Zeus) and being just a completely oblivious obsessed asshole who doesn't understand consent and actually believes Persephone is in love with him. After all, why would Apollo go on a date with Daphne and then ask her if she'd be willing to cut her hair to look like Persephone's if the goal was to get his hands on Persephone specifically for the purpose of using her powers to overthrow Zeus? How in the world does Daphne factor into that?

Throughout S1 and 2, the gods claim that the mortals are largely disposable and easily replaceable, but then when Persephone causes the plague, suddenly mortals need to be protected because their beliefs and rituals are necessary to sustaining the gods (funny how Hermes bounces between the mortals being necessary to save at all costs but also just inconvenient to live without, like which is it lmao):

The whole "plan" to overthrow Kronos bouncing between being Hera's idea and being Zeus' idea. Rachel just couldn't seem to decide if she wanted a strong female character like Hera to be a victim manipulated into abuse or willingly choosing to put herself in harm's way for the "greater good". IIRC it's written out in the end that Hera and Zeus couldn't even remember who came up with the plan first (but don't quote me on that, I need to find the panels, they do stick out in my mind but I don't know which episode they're specifically from)

The reveal that Hera was the missing fertility goddess depicted on the mural when the original reveal of the mural looks nothing like how it looks later in the flashback sequences. This is the same as the Interloper problem where Rachel was clearly grasping at setting up some kind of mystery box that she didn't know the contents of.

The reveal that Zeus and Metis had a relationship which is what allowed him to use her powers in the first place (because within that same episode Rachel revealed that a bond of love was necessary to using them, but then clearly realized that meant Zeus and Metis had to be in love)

Zeus consuming Metis was changed into some plan to "protect Hera" from being used as a fertility goddess power battery, but then Zeus just went ahead and slowly drained Hera of her powers anyways.

Metis becoming a star after being eaten by Zeus because reasons.

The text messages from Leuce and Hades were retroactively changed into a "manifestation board", probably to absolve Hades of "fooling around" while Persephone was trapped in the Mortal Realm, but all at the expense of a woman who was now retconned into being delusional just for the sake of strengthening the main ship and giving Persephone someone to bully.

The reveal during the trial that Eris was the cause of Persephone's wrath when there was literally zero reason for that to be the case.

The reveal during the trial that Thanatos was actually Hades' adopted son, which really doesn't look good on Hades considering how much of a dick he was to Thanatos throughout the entirety of the first two seasons without any impression given that they might have a canon father-son dynamic.

Apollo and Artemis WEREN'T originally going to be children of Zeus in LO, as Rachel didn't want to create any possibilities for incest within the messy family tree of the Greek gods, but then she decided to make them the children of Zeus anyways as a "plot twist" which is really silly considering 1.) most people would assume they're Zeus' children anyways due to being his children in the myths, and 2.) she still designed them to look just like Zeus.

The subtle but very present SA retcon. This one's so egregious and in-depth I wrote an entire essay about it.

Minthe was originally written with BPD which Rachel decided to "move away from", probably because she realized how shitty it made her look to give BPD to the one character she was pitting the audience against as the "mean other girl" who we all knew was eventually going to be turned into a plant.

Edited panels and changes in the physical books. This is unfortunately not something that I can fully document here, I'm planning on making an actual dedicated post for it, but people have caught changes both in the webtoon version of the comic AND the physical prints that point to Rachel trying to quietly retcon things in the wake of her own bad writing, one of which is present in that aforementioned SA erasure essay in which a scene was added to make Persephone seem more sympathetic towards Apollo. That said, there's also a scene in the trial arc that was changed in the webtoon version, in which Rachel retconned Eris' dialogue from revealing that Hades was the reason Demeter wasn't queen of the mortal realm to reminding her that Hades was the reason (because obv later on we'd get a flashback sequence showing us what happened between Demeter and Hades, which implied that Demeter knew all along what Hades did because he did it right in front of her):

(isn't it funny-weird how Persephone never asks about this despite being in the courtroom when Eris mentions this?)

There are almost DEFINITELY more examples of Rachel absentmindedly and/or intentionally retconning things throughout LO, but that's what we were all able to come up with and should at least get the gears moving in our heads when thinking about other instances of it throughout the comic. Granted, some of these are arguably less 'retcons' and more so just logical inconsistencies / plotholes / etc. but they all still point towards Rachel doing a very bad job at keeping track of her own comic's narrative, its characters, and its twists, even in spite of having multiple other people working for her who all seem to enjoy LO (including heyitsjaki, who is also a webcomic creator), an editor with a background in television writing, and a massive and dedicated fanbase that actively keeps track of her story and its themes arguably more than she does. At that point it feels less "oopsie daisy!" and more just deadass not giving a shit. I don't want to accuse her of intentionally doing this, but it's like she knows her fanbase will just go with whatever she tells them even when it doesn't align with other things she's told them or make sense within the overall narrative - and she'll still be rewarded with Eisner awards regardless - so she doesn't bother to actually try when it comes to the writing, it's just about meeting that panel quota and giving people more H x P fluff.

The simpler answer though, even outside LO, is that Rachel just can't write.

[the-newlymadeweeb]

Sacrifice

Luke Castellan x female!reader

Percy Jackson & female!reader

Description: Set after Titan's Curse before BoL, you rendezvous to meet Percy before heading back to Luke and he contemplates the intensity of your love and sacrifice.

A/N: I read the books like 7 years ago so I'm not super duper canon compliant

Percy notices the grey in your hair first and a phantom pain rushes through him. It's more discolouration than either he, Annabeth or Luke has and it's striking.

It aged you so much and he wonders how long did you hold up the sky? Why did you hold up the sky?

But your fatal flaw had been self-sacrifice. You'd given yourself up before anything, before Luke would be forced to take Atlas' place.

And the sky lay on your shoulders for days before Luke realised that the plan was going slower than expected and he needed to give you some respite.

That's why he thought of Annabeth, that's why he took on the sky as a trap. And the only reason you didn't push her out of the way and take the burden was because you spent much of those days unconscious, drained.

Percy thought he should hate you.

But his own flaw was loyalty and for so long you were running interference, a buffer, to slow down Kronos' ambitions. And you were too devoted to Luke to leave him behind just yet.

Anyway, your decision to play double agent was riskier still and here you were. Sacrificing. Again. The other side could find out, and the consequences would be gory and painful but you came to meet Percy, to prepare him.

And all he could look at was how grey your hair was.

A vainer person would've coloured their hair.

Your eyes are tired, entire body tense as if preparing for sudden attack. But you smile bravely at him, and Percy gets whiplash with how weirdly similar you resemble his mother back when she was alone and suffering bravely for him.

"You don't have to go back, you know," He suggests.

It's a bad idea and you both know it. But

"We could keep you safe."

"You've gotten quite the growth spurt recently," you say instead, "thank you Percy, but I'm meant to be at his side in battle. I promised him that much."

Is it worth it though? He thinks bitterly.

You love him so much, it's going to kill you.

But Percy has yet to realise that you're counting on that. That you will die at his hand, and Luke who'd burn the world and destroy all souls for you might finally see the destructive nature of his ways– see clarity through grief.

It's horrible plan.

Or maybe he does realise it but hasn't truly understood.

Regardless, he moves forward and pulls you into a hug. His first sister, his crazy friend and foe. Gods, he's as tall as you now.

Your hand brushes the grey locks on his head and you slowly back away.

"See you around Percy. Take care."

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[demigods-posts]

Idk if I’m thinking about this wrong… but was it even possible for Thalia to be the Hero of the Great Prophecy?

I know that by the end of The Last Olympian, we know that the prophecy could be interpreted differently, but we also know that until the prophecy came to pass, it was taken to be about one child of the Big Three who would die because of the line ‘a single choice shall end his days’. Annabeth, Chiron, and most people generally interpret this as Percy, as the hero, dying.

But obviously the key word there is his. And since Thalia identifies as female, and going based on the presumed interpretation that the prophecy foretold the death of a child of the Big Three - the him whose days will end - then in no world could Thalia have been the hero of the prophecy, and neither could Bianca.

Spoiler:

Throughout the books, it is drilled into our heads that deciphering a prophecy before it is complete is nearly impossible because the lines could mean anything. As you've said, The Great Prophecy centered around a half-blood of the eldest gods with a line saying 'a single choice shall end his days', making it seem like a child of the big three gods is a boy who is destined to die. However, once the books reaches it's end and the prophecy comes to pass, we realize that:

• 'A half-blood of the eldest gods' lacked the mention of a specific gender, but was indeed referring to Percy since Bianca died, Nico was too young, and Thalia opted out last minute.

• 'A single choice shall end his days' was referring to Luke, who made the choice to stab himself in his Achilles Spot, ending his life and thereby stopping Kronos from rising.

In other words, had any of the remaining big three kids been of age and made different choice, it very well could have been any one of them. Everyone was just fixated on Percy because he is a half-blood of the eldest gods and is a boy, so he seemed like the perfect candidate. It's a clever misdirect by Rick, so I don't blame you for being confused lol

[emacrow]

Kronos and the art of trying to figure out standing, walking and modern clothes.

By the time the Justice league and Dark Justice got the cultists into custody. Diana and Zatanna being the only females heroines there at the moment to help Kronos stand on her two legs, help her walk and got a spare Robe to cloths her after making all the male heroes turn around after they both glare at them all, Zatanna magically braid Kronos's hair so it wouldnt dragged onto the dirty floor while Constantine who trying to drink himself into oblivion.

Danny was still completely in curled up baby koala cling in Clockwork's arms, watching with wide eyes, mouth gaping at Clockwork's otherwordly appearance.

"Close your mouth Danny, it's like you never seen me up close before." Kronos said to him while danny shut his mouth before opening it again, whispering a bit.

"You didn't tell me you look so pretty without that purple gown covering your hair." He quietly said, reaching his small hand out and up to pat the moving birthmarks marks of ancient clocks symbols and number shifting and morphing on her warm cheek, feeling the soft puff breath from him, Clockwork was alive and breathing..

Diana glanced a bit at the now two reborned Goddess of time and baby godling looking with wide eyed in pure amazement like at Kronos, even patting her cheek as if to see if she was really there. She, quickly wiped the side of her left eye from the tear forming, steel herself from the inevitable stray thought of godling child demised that obviously happen in Kronos's arms for her to held the child closer to her chest as if to shield him from harm.

Diana will have a lot of questions left unanswered once she sent a letter to her mother about whether the stories of Kronos were warped to the extreme to cover the fact the the God of Time and Space was actually a Goddess due to inequality back then.

First things to do was teach Kronos the modern time of language, women clothes, baby clothes and diapers and keep batman away from her little baby boy who was has the bat-bait of black hair with blue eyes who seemed to had died the same time as his mother by using Superman to distract him with cultists interrogating.

Diana could sympathetic when it come to learning the modern day language back when she used to speak ancient Amazonian and Dead Greek language, and modern bra..

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[talonabraxas]

In a vast indigo sea You rise, pulsating . . . Sending shafts of luminosity Inflaming the heart, Igniting the mind.

Venus-Aphrodite Temple Talon Abraxas Long before the coming of Zeus, before the advent of time and planetary formation, Ouranos reigned over that vastitude called heaven. He overbrooded its untroubled depths until his emanated son, Kronos, rose up against him and cut away that part of his ethereal body which carried the seeds of potential generation. Severed from his limitlessness, the mutilated member fell into the hitherto barren sea, only to burst forth as Venus-Aphrodite, Beauty's bright goddess, born of the unfolding wave. In Hesiod's poetic lines, the beginnings of time and form are thus told, placing the goddess at the very threshold of manifestation and identifying her with the heavenly love that Plato called Uranian and invested with male attributes. Her birthplace was not the earthly foam spawned by Zeus but the spiralling swell of cosmic energy bursting forth upon a new stage of being. It was as the goddess of procreative love and reproductive powers that Aphrodite was immortalized by Homer. He extolled her dazzling beauty, describing how it aroused irresistible desires in humans. Nor were other creatures immune to her spell. Seeing animals, she "rejoiced in her heart and sent desire into their breasts; and they lay down two by two in shadowy dells". In this more earthly guise, amongst the scattered peoples of the ancient world she was worshipped under many names by those seeking fertility and celebrating love. Often becoming the focus of ribald rituals, she was the inspiration for nautch girls and temple prostitutes. To the Assyro-Babylonians she was Venus-Ishtar, fallen to become Kilili, bringer of distractions and distress to men. In their cities she sat as a statue in the recesses of walls "to entice men to their perdition". To exorcise her spell, a eunuch sang a lament to her, whereas the afflicted prayed to her higher aspect as Ishtar for their release. Similarly, the old Norse showed a shrewd recognition of her higher and her fallen natures in the complex blend of characteristics belonging to their goddesses Frigg and Freya, and also gave the latter's name to Friday, the day assigned to Venus.

 In her loftier aspect, Venus-Aphrodite can be likened to the Hindu Lakshmi, the lotus floating at creation during the churning of the Sea of Milk. From these waves she springs forth as the emanation of the objective out of the subjective. As the mother of Eros, she brings into being the fiery action of divine will and the fervent desire to manifest through creation. As the personification of the sea, she signifies the waves of its unfolding lotus petals; she is the Mother Virgin of the Great Deep who becomes, only at the grossest level, the froth upon the wave. In this sense, Venus is all that is female in the universe. She is lunar, like the Babylonian Ishtar who was shut up in the ark and who sent forth a dove in search of dry land. She is the female Noah, the ark, the ever receptive yoni floating upon the timeless waters. Symbolizing divine love, her beauty unfolds as a revelation of the creative principle in the macrocosm and the microcosm. Through her arise will, imagination and all the other powers by which the universe evolves. Hers is the germ of divinity which rests in the human heart and enables it to illuminate the mind. Working together with Mercury, she bears light from heaven and returns it laden with sacrificial offerings.

Thus, there is a heavenly and an earthly Venus, two goddesses of love who share mixed attributes which may be designated as masculine and feminine. Though called by a feminine name, Venus is closely linked to masculine traits. Plato spoke of the higher goddess of love in these terms and ascribed feminine characteristics to the fallen goddess. This mutability is further complicated by the fact that, in some cultures, Venus has been identified as entirely masculine. The Eskimo name for the planet is 'He who stands and listens', whilst the early Egyptians called it Nuter Dua, 'the rising god'. Among the ancient Semites the name Ishtar seems to have come originally from Athtar, a male god of the southern Arabians. The name evolved into its female form only after the Semites came into contact with the Sumerians, who worshipped Inini as the mother-goddess associated with Venus. Interestingly, while Athtar became Ashdar and Ishtar, it also branched off to become Astarte, identified ultimately with the earthly Aphrodite.

[deathlessathanasia]

A standardized set of twelve gods could be thought of as a ‘representation of the pantheon’, which is common to all cities. Thus, it is an integrative feature, almost a Panhellenic one. If so, you might think that the members of Dodekatheon would always be the same, but in fact the members varied like everything else in Greek religion. The most often cited group is: Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Apollo, Artemis, Ares, Aphrodite, Hermes, Athena, Hephaistos and Hestia. Some are more secure in their position than others. Hestia and Ares tend to be the first to be jettisoned and we may find Dionysos, Herakles or Hades sneaking in. But the variations are often even greater. One strikingly aberrant list is the Olympic one, known from Herodorus, where the deities were arranged in six pairs: Zeus and Poseidon, Hera and Athena, Hermes and Apollo, the Charites and Dionysos, Artemis and the river Alpheios, Kronos and Rhea. ... The Olympian Dodekatheon is the best attested variant pantheon, but there may have been others. At Chalkedon, the twelve established by the Argonauts are reported by Herodorus (again) to have included Hades, apparently replacing Ares. Hades–Plouton was also included in Plato’s Laws. There may be another variant Dodekatheon at Pherai in Thessaly, where Stephan Miller reconstructed an altar with the heads of six named goddesses, which are plausibly taken as the female side of a Dodekatheon, and which include Einodia (a form of Artemis?) and also Themis. - Ian Rutherford, Canonizing the Pantheon: The Dodekatheon in Greek Religion and its Origins

Discussions and works based on Greek myth are often so rigid about which gods should or shouldn't belong to the dodekatheon, given the variations that existed in Antiquity. It looks as if the only debatable place is that of Hestia or Dionysos, but the idea of the six altars at Olympia and the altar of the six goddesses at Pherai indicate that Aphrodite, Demeter, Artemis or Hera could also be absent from the Twelve, not just Hestia. Dionysos could be excluded, but so could Ares and Hephaistos. It is also misleading when people speak of the gods as the "twelve Olympians" with the implication that "Olympians" are necessarily a select group of only 12 gods (when for instance Herakles also could be worshipped as one of the Olympians as attested in Herodotos, Histories 2.44 and the Muses are called Olympian by Hesiod), or that the twelve must necessarily live on Olympos. It's the 12 gods, not the 12 Olympians.

[beauty-and-passion]

Lore Olympus: a golden mine of bad writing

As I said, one post wasn’t enough.

There is still a lot to say about this webcomic and in this post I would like to talk about how Zeus, Apollo and Kronos have been treated. Here I will focus on the first two acts only, because the third act is not over, as well as the story. And yes, that means I will write another post when this whole thing is over.

I wanted to focus on these three gods in particular because are treated in a way that baffles me and makes me question what did they ever do to Mrs. Smythe. Tell me, Rachel: was it something personal? Did they do something to your family? What happened?

But maybe you don’t understand my point, especially if you haven’t read the Greek myths at all and you think that these three are just “Unfaithful Guy”, “Rapist” and “Evil Villain Har Har Who Also Wants To Rape”. Seriously, what’s with this weird obsession with raping everyone and with sex? Did Mrs. Smythe ever see anything else in myths, besides sex?

So please, allow me to explain why their characterizations are wrong and boring - and no, not just from a mythological point of view. 

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Zeus: the walking clichè

Making Zeus an asshole is understandable, even if utterly boring and clichè. Oh wow, he's an unfaithful husband and he's vain. Very original. Groundbreaking, I'd say. I’ve never read about him being unfaithful to his wife, not even once in all the 200 million retellings made during the history of mankind.

It's a shame because Zeus is much more than that. He's a mighty ruler with a strong sense of justice: in several myths, he punished the assholes for their wrongdoings. He's very clever and strong. He's also associated with xenia, the custom of offering protection to strangers, which means Zeus is also a protector of foreigners.

I mean, this information alone offers so many new perspectives about him! Just imagine if, instead of hanging around and doing nothing useful aside from being everyone’s favorite punching bag, Zeus fought against every corrupt system of the mortal realm, in order to protect the foreigners and the innocents. It would’ve been so cool to see a different side of him, instead of the same thing over and over again!

But nope, Zeus = unfaithful husband only. Let’s ignore all the other aspects of him, to focus on the one everyone focuses on. Let’s make him the umpteenth version of the same guy, instead of offering a new vision. This will surely make the story worth everyone’s time!

Rachel, this could’ve worked if I was 12 and had never read a retelling in my entire life. But since I’m more than twice that age, seeing Zeus as an unfaithful husband again doesn’t get my interest. And I’m sure this doesn’t only apply to me, but to everyone who already saw at least two retellings of him. Isn’t this story supposed to be new and original? Then why are we still picking from the same old clichè visions of these gods? Where is the writer’s personality and ability?

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Apollo: king of wasted potentials

I am absolutely, completely, 100% baffled at how Apollo has been treated in this story.

It's insulting to see the most beloved Greek god treated as a bidimensional piece of shit. Not only because he doesn't make any sense in the story (why is he here in the first place? Did Persephone and Apollo even interact in any myth?), but also because there are so many different possibilities for him, that seeing him being this is the biggest waste of potential I’ve ever seen.

A brief recap of who Apollo really is: Apollo is the embodiment of the sun. He is the god of arts and crafts. He's the most beautiful god, he embodies the concept of perfect Greek beauty. And he is associated with a lot of cool stuff, like medicine, truth and oracles. Also, like most of the other Greek gods, Apollo had many male and female lovers.

Now, look me in the eye and tell me that, with all of this, your first idea about him is "yeah, let's make him a stupid rapist, so stupid to not realize that hey, maybe forcing a girl to sleep with you will not make her fall in love with you". Oh and let's not forget he randomly decided he wanted Zeus' throne just after the fertility plot point had been introduced Because Yes. And he’s running for president of Whatever-Land Because Yes. Also, he’s currently involved again in another evil plot Because… yeah, you got it.

It’s just so frustrating to see him being the biggest loser of all time, considering how much cooler he could’ve been. Just think about it: we could've had a bisexual musician, who does concerts with his band (the Muses) and has a shit ton of lovers. We could’ve had a heartbroken doctor, who does his best to save everyone because he has not been able to save his own son from death (Asclepius). We could've had a mysterious advisor who can see the future because of his foresight powers.

What did we get instead? A fucking rapist.

Apollo is nothing but wasted potential. He’s an insult to himself, the story, common sense, and the Greek culture. Of all the incredible things he could've been, he became the most insulting of them all. I really cannot bear to see this fucking idiot and his punching-bag face, pretending to be Apollo. He’s not Apollo.

But if there is a guy I can see less than him, then let me introduce you to…

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Kronos: Supreme Master of Wasted Potential

First of all: why is Kronos here? Why does this love story need Persephone to defeat a big bad guy? Just to show how cool and badass she is? Considering that their fight was a joke, it didn't work very well.

But okay, let's say we need a villain Because Yes. Kronos is still a huge waste of potential, probably the biggest waste of potential of the whole series until now. He could’ve been an interesting, multifaceted character, but he became a cartoonish supervillain har-har I want power.

Sigh.

But let’s take a step back and talk about the real, mythological Kronos. His story starts with his parents, Uranus and Gaia. The two had a lot of sons, including Titans (like Kronos) and Hecatonchires (monsters with fifty heads and one hundred arms). Disgusted by their monstrous nature or maybe just out of fear of being overthrown, Uranus chained his sons away into Gaia's womb (aka the Tartarus) so that they could never come out again.

Gaia suffered from this decision, so she devised a plan: she made a stone sickle, gathered her sons and tried to persuade them to castrate Uranus.

All of her sons were afraid of Uranus, Kronos was the only one brave enough to do it. And he was successful: he overthrew his father and became the new ruler of the universe, along with his wife/sister Rhea.

However, after becoming king, he didn't free all of his brothers as his mother wanted, but locked Hecatonchires and Cyclopes away once again. And so, Gaia told him that, one day, he would meet his father’s same fate and be overthrown by one of his own children.

Scared by these words, Kronos devised a plan: every time he had a new child, he took the baby from Rhea and swallowed them. Rhea was desperate and, in order to save her last son Zeus, she sought Gaia's help.

So Rhea gave birth to Zeus in a secret place, then handed Kronos a stone wrapped in clothes: he swallowed it, thinking that it was his son. This way, Zeus managed to escape the same fate as his siblings and was raised in secret, away from his father, until he was old enough to come back and fulfill his destiny.

And now, you may think Zeus overthrew his father with a sword and killed him and nah nah nah, myths are not that stupid and predictable. Zeus didn’t use violence to overthrow his father, but intelligence. He disguised himself to reach Kronos' court and, at the right time, he gave him a drink. That drink was an emetic (given by Gaia), that forced Kronos to throw up everything he swallowed, in reverse order: first the stone he thought was his last son, then Zeus' brothers and sisters.

After freeing his siblings, Zeus did what his father would've never done: he released the Hecatoncheires and the Cyclops to help him in the following battle against Kronos and the other Titans, a battle known as Titanomachy.

The war ended with the victory of the Olympians (i.e. Zeus and his siblings). Many Titans were confined in Tartarus, under the Hecatonchires' control, others were not imprisoned and kept appearing in other myths.

And Kronos? His fate differs depending on the myths. In some versions, he was imprisoned in Tartarus. But according to other, more interesting versions, Zeus forgave him after years, freed him and Kronos became king of the Elysian Fields: the famous earthly paradise reserved for the greatest Greek heroes.

Now. Just look at all of this beautiful, beautiful potential.

We have Gaia, a powerful goddess who overthrew two rulers of the universe, without moving a finger. A goddess strong and clever, but also a mother who wanted all of her children to be free - even the most hideous ones. She could’ve been a tragic figure, a master manipulator, or an evil schemer. Or all these things!

We have the Hecatonchires: fighters so powerful, to turn the tide of any battle. They could’ve been scary and intimidating, but also tragic monsters who just wanted to be accepted. They could’ve taught a beautiful lesson about the importance of accepting the ugly and giving everyone a chance to prove themselves.

Then we have Kronos. And Kronos had everything to be the greatest character.

Think about this concept: Kronos has always been afraid of Uranus, just like his brothers. He was just better at hiding his feelings. And that visceral fear is still inside him, it still haunts him after centuries, just like the memory of how he overthrew his father. And that fear takes the shape of paranoid thoughts about his father coming back to take the throne.

Kronos could’ve seen his father haunting him, but he could’ve also dissociated and seen himself as his father. In his altered state of mind, he could’ve been both the king and the one who overthrows him.

That could’ve made him a truly dangerous, unhinged character. A god who can’t see what’s real anymore, obsessed with the ghosts of his past. A god with nothing to lose and everything to gain. After all, if he kills his children again, the throne would be his once more. And, since he sees himself as himself and as his father at the same time, he would think that he is the "true king" coming back to take his throne.

That could’ve been awesome. Kronos could've been complex, desperate and multifaceted, a villain to pity and to be afraid of. A truly new, interesting version to know and love.

And do you have any idea how incredible Zeus could’ve been in this version? We could see him facing Kronos again, still as strong and determined as when he was young. And while everyone would expect him to kill Kronos, he would use his intelligence once again. He would prove to Kronos (and to everyone else) how intelligence is always superior to violence and how he's a good leader, despite his thousands of flaws.

Also, we could've seen Zeus talking to the defeated Kronos and making him the ruler of the Elysian Fields. We could've had a meaningful ending, in which Zeus understands Kronos' fears and shares his own.

I would’ve adored this, because according to the myth, Zeus was also supposed to be overthrown by a son! Hence why he swallowed Metis (his first wife) while she was pregnant.

The myth never truly clarifies who this supposed "son" is, but according to the different versions, Metis was pregnant not with a son, but with a daughter. A daughter who, one day, would be born, full grown, from Zeus' head. A daughter who would become Zeus' favorite child: Athena.

Honestly? I ADORE the idea that there was never a son to overthrow Zeus, but a daughter. And she would not overthrow his father by violence like her grandfather or by intelligence like her father, but by love. Athena doesn't need to take the throne from her father physically, she doesn't even need to sit on that throne: not when her father loves her more than anything else.

And I love the idea that Zeus is aware of that. He knows his daughter is his weakness. He knows that, if she asks, he will willingly give her that throne, because he loves her too much. And I would've loved to see him sharing these thoughts with the defeated Kronos. It could've been a beautiful moment, to see Zeus talking with the fatherly figure he always missed from his life. It could've led to a beautiful, meaningful ending for a dramatic story.

But can you see the problem here? This concept works for a story about Zeus, not about Hades and Persephone! These two have nothing to do with Kronos! Heck, even Rachel Smythe knows it, considering she had to pull a stupid plot point out of thin air, to explain why Kronos would give a damn about Persephone!

In case you were wondering: yes, the fertility-magical-power-battery-thing is bullshit. Gods don’t need a magical battery to be powerful. And no, fertility goddesses are not rare either: Aphrodite, Demeter, Hera, even Artemis are just a few of the fertility goddesses in Greek mythology. Kronos could’ve picked his favorite from a large pool, instead of becoming an absolute creep with Persephone in the stupidest fight of all time.

And speaking of that, two words on the supposed “fight”. First of all, apologies to all fights for being associated with this thing, because this was anything but a fight: it was a cartoonish conversation accompanied by the umpteenth sexualization of Persephone, who first appeared fully naked, then with a dress so stupid to defy the laws of physics and perspective.

And if you don’t believe me, please see it by yourself: this is how the dress was supposed to be, according to episode 75

This is how it ended up. Apparently, the Fates didn’t predict how huge Persephone’s boobs would be and the neckline didn’t grow accordingly: I feared to see one of them slipping out from it anytime during the “fight”

Also, please appreciate how Persephone is turned to the side, but the dress’ stupidly huge neckline is shown from the front, otherwise we would’ve seen her full naked boobs.

And that stupid neckline kept bothering me throughout the whole “fight”, because it kept changing size. Check the episodes and see it by yourself: sometimes it’s smaller, other times it’s wider and it keeps moving in impossible ways. It drove me insane.

But since we’re talking about drawings, please allow me a very brief parenthesis about them too.

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The drawings are a joke

I am not an artist. I can barely draw a straight line by hand. But I studied art history, perspective, proportions and colors, so I’m not completely clueless.

But you don’t need to be clueless, to notice how bad the drawings became. If you have two eyes and saw another human being in your life before, then you can notice by yourself how bad they are.

It’s not a secret that Lore Olympus’ art style changed over time. In the beginning, this comic was characterized by a lot of straight lines and geometric shapes, alternating and mixing with gentle curves. There were blur effects, colored outlines, a lot of details that gave an overall dreamy, ethereal vibe to every chapter (like the soft glow that accompanied the gods).

But as the story progressed, these elements disappeared. The geometric shapes gave way to an overall “softness” and roundness. The dreamy vibes and blur effects were replaced by sharper, clearer drawings. A distinct black outline now marks every character.

And speaking of characters, they were the ones who changed more. Lore Olympus always had funny, silly faces but the characters were also able to be serious and look natural. Now all we have are grotesque faces: the characters are a collection of caricatures and no one has a normal expression anymore. Check by yourself, by confronting a random episode of the third act with the first one: they’re two different worlds.

The disproportions were common too, since episode one. But at least they were somehow plausible, while now they’re completely absurd. It’s as if Mrs Smythe completely forgot what a human being looks like.

And this is pretty evident in how all characters became a rough draft of the two protagonists: all women got Persephone’s face, all men become buff and huge, with wide-ass shoulders and teeny tiny heads. This is particularly obvious at the end of season 2 / start of season 3, when we see some of the funniest images ever, like Hades with a tiny head and shoulders as wide as the entire USA

Or this hilariously bad image of Zeus with clown shoes and a head as big as his deformed hand.

No excuse can justify these drawings: no one is running after Mrs Smythe, nor forcing her to draw, and people are paying her real money to work on this webcomic. The least she can do is draw something that doesn’t look like a bad distortion of a human being.

Unless this isn’t her drawing, but her staff’s work. In that case, they are still paid to do their job, right? Or do they think this story is a joke and decide to show how much of a joke it is, by turning everyone into a grotesque caricature?

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In conclusion

Lore Olympus is hilarious because of how bad the writing is. It’s a manual example of how not to write a climax for your story. It’s a perfect demonstration of how you can still fail, even with great characters with endless possibilities. It’s a list of all the mistakes you can make as an artist.

If you’re a writer or an artist in general, please check Lore Olympus and study it. Here you will find everything you should never do and all the mistakes you should never make.

As a writer myself, I appreciate Lore Olympus, because I need works that teach me what I shouldn’t do. Good teachers are useful, but bad ones are even more useful, because it’s thanks to them that I can learn and grow and make better stories. Lore Olympus might be a failure from an artistic and writing point of view, but it might also serve as a foundation, from which other people can develop better ideas.

Actually, it already did it! Do you want to read a better story, rose from the disappointing ashes of Lore Olympus? Then check Lore Rekindled and @genericpuff: you will find their work here on Tumblr. They planned everything ahead and it’s pretty clear by reading it. The characters make more sense, the events have a more logical explanation. And the art style is much, much better than the last Lore Olympus.

We will meet again for the third and (for now) final post about this series, a much-needed post about the protagonists of this story: Hades, Persephone and Demeter.

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Now that you've read PJO: would you say that your perception of Annabeth and Percy has changed? I remember you had some dislike to her character before you started reading the book and I was wondering if that was still tha same thing and how you likened Percy with Harry as protagonists

Hi anon! That's a good question! I was planning on drafting up a post relating to this :)

Let me start with Annabeth. I entered PJO fandom not really knowing who she was and then disliking her because of Percabeth. I honestly don't even remember where my initial dislike came from. Oh, I think a lot of my initial PJO tumblr posts were anti Percabeth so that coloured how I saw her. Outside of Percabeth, I did not care about her nor did I have any desire to learn more about her. But I tend to be more invested/obsessed with male characters over female ones, so that wasn't Annabeth's fault. After reading sections of the books, I still don't care about her but I have more appreciation for Annabeth as a quest partner and her relationship with Thalia and Luke. I also don't like her personality. There are cute Percabeth moments I enjoy, like Percy comforting Annabeth after the sirene scene and the times when Annabeth saves Percy's life. But I still can't enjoy this ship or fanfics with it.

My perception of Percy has changed radically. Even before getting into the books, Percy's character was starting to irk me but I did not fully understand the full extent of this feeling until I read the books. I still like Percy but I am honestly kind of tired of him and I don't enjoy Percy-centric fanfictions the way I used to.

I have compared Percy and Harry but I do realize their stories are different so it's not totally fair to compare them. But I will use Harry to highlight some things about Percy that I don't like after reading a little bit of the books:

Percy is too OP. And not in a satisfying way. I know Percy is a big three kid so he is meant to be more powerful. Nico is pretty powerful too. But Percy does extreme things with little explanation. It would be satisfying if Percy was on a path to godhood or something. But Percy being a common joe after defeating a primordial goddess in her own domain is total garbage. I didn't mind seeing this in fanfiction but actually seeing it in canon is tiring. Harry is powerful too but not to the extent where it feels like Harry is leaving his peers in the dust.

Percy's connection to his antagonists is weak. Harry has a deep connection with Voldy, Draco and Snape to varying degrees. Plus, he has interesting interactions with other death eaters like Lucius and Bellatrix. Percy's connection to Luke and Kronos is weak as hell by comparison. Percy basically has no interaction with the titan army, especially the demigods. Through Harry's POV, we come to understand Voldy's character and motivations, his evolution of how he perceives Draco and Snape, and we understand the dynamics of the death eaters. Kronos is a one dimensional bad guy and the bond between Luke and Percy before the betrayal was not all that deep anyway.

Percy's relationship with minor characters is lacking so the true tragedy of the conflict is lost. Percy does not know a lot of campers. So when they defect or die, the weight of the affair is lost in Percy's POV. The deaths in PJO can't be compared to the deaths in Harry Potter.

I am not a Harry Potter fan, but I am not sure if I prefer Percy as a protag over Harry anymore. I think JKR is a better writer than Rick and her characters are better written, including her minor characters. Plus, the lore is way more fascinating in HP. Rick is just copying mythology and bastardizing it with his OC. I need more time to understand where I stand with Harry and Percy.

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Come As You Are (Eric Draven! Bill Skarsgard's Version x Female Reader) (18+) (Slight Au)

Read Chapter 14 here //Series Masterlist

Chapter 15 (Last)

Summary : Love so strong that even death couldn't keep you away from him.

Warning: 18+, smut, dirty sexual thoughts,, Description of self harm, dry humping, drug use, Eric is a past drug addict with suicidal tendencies, self harm, use of cuss words, description of claustrophobia, reader is in her early thirties, mention of sexual assault, death and murder, Consumption of alcohol and weed, periods

Note: Finishing a series? Who is she? I'm going to miss writing this series' and this Eric 😭 but I'm so happy to be able to finish this. Also wanted to thank each one of you who appreciated this series and commented, reblogged constantly..that kept me going seriously ❤️ Enjoy. I do have another series in mind with Eric so hopefully I'll be able to write it soon.

“What is this place?” you asked the man in front of you, he seemed much older than you. You looked around the place, it was a house, but you didn't recognise it. You could see the greenery outside from the window in the living room, a house on the top of the hills but you had never been here you knew that. It was beautiful though, you wished you had Eric here with you, that would have made it absolutely perfect.

“Do you like it?” You heard Eric's voice so you turned around, he was dressed in all white, you had never seen him wearing this colour so that surprised you, he looked so good, as you looked into his green big eyes he seemed so happy, they shined so brightly as if there was no pain or sorrow anywhere in him anymore.

'Don't leave me'

You heard a faint voice calling out to you but then it faded, it sounded like Eric but he was right in front of you. Right?

“Eric baby..i thought I had lost you” you mumbled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and got on your tiptoes to embrace him tightly..

“Lose me? That's impossible baby.”

He mumbled softly but then everything came rushing back. Samuel Roeg, the gunshot, dying. It all came back.

Was this heaven? Were you dead?

In the blink of an eye Eric disappeared so you turned to the man, panicking at his absence.

“Where is he? Where's he gone?” you asked him so he smiled “Who are you?’

“You know me. You must have heard of me. And Eric? Well he doesn't belong here…yet..not like this but you can have him anytime you want. All you have to do is think of him” Kronos said to you.

“What do you mean? Where am I?” you asked as you felt so uneasy suddenly.

“It's different for different people, heaven, jannat, swarg. Eternal bliss”

Heaven? You have never believed in the existence of God before you met Eric, so how come you were in heaven?

“But..Eric..i need him” your eyes teared up as you thought of him being all alone down there.

“You can have him anytime you want” he said to you “just wish for him”

You closed your eyes and when you opened them you were outside now, sitting on the greenest softest patch of grass, watching the sun rise with Eric's head resting in your lap.

“Baby-” you murmured as you cupped his cheeks so he sat up to kiss you.

Don't leave me. You heard the voice again and it bothered you, it sounded so much like Eric, he was hurt, he was crying. He needed you.

“Where did you go? Don't leave again “ you mumbled anxiously so he smiled again.

“I won't, I'm in here” he said as he pressed his palm over your chest “I'll be here whenever you want” he mumbled as he kissed you.

His smile never disappeared though and it felt weird. It felt as if it wasn't even him, Eric in front of you felt unreal, not like the man you had grown to love so deeply in the past year.

You closed your eyes again and when you opened it Kronos had returned. Eric was gone again.

“Isn't this perfect, my child? Eternal bliss? No pain, no misery, no grief here, only happiness” Kronos said to you so you shook your head.

“It's nice ..it's ..i..but my Eric. Where is he? Not the one in my head..my Eric where is he?” he chuckled as you questioned him.

“He lived, he's where he's supposed to be..on earth, like all humans are, his soul..your love helped restore it” your eyes teared up as he said that. You felt your heart skipping a beat realising that he was whole again, that you'd not have to leave him alone when you die, that you could grow old with him-, your smile faded as you realised you were already dead and he was all alone down there.

“But he's alone?” you asked him so he smiled.

“That's his destiny i suppose”

“No I can't..I can't be here..i can't leave him alone down there, the world..it's so cruel to him, it's so unfair to him, always had been since he was a baby and he needs me..he needs me” you said to him, you didn't want to be here, not without him.

“Are you sure about it? Like I said you can have him anytime you want. All you have to do is think of him. Life on earth is filled with pain and uncertainty” he said to you, you thought about Eric but as you opened your eyes you saw that happy, ever smiling Eric, the perfect Eric who seemed as if he had never had anything wrong happen to him. That's not the man you loved. You walked past the image of him and approached Kronos again.

“I don't care..I need to be with him..i need my Eric, I need to be with him” you screamed at Kronos as you stepped closer and closer to him.

“Then go back” Kronos pushed you back, making you trip on your feet and when you opened your eyes next found yourself in a hospital, you saw a few terrified faces hovering over you.

“Oh god..Call Dr. Milton, tell him she's up” one of the nurses said as she placed the stethoscope over your chest.

“Eric..eric” you mumbled softly as you began to sit up so she shushed you.

“Hey, don't speak. Preserve your strength”

As the doctor entered he was so pale as if he had seen a ghost, he was shocked but years of training immediately put him in an autopilot mode, you were instantly hooked to different medical equipments, then they took you in for the surgery to remove the bullet from your thigh, you had lost a lot of blood but your heartbeat and pulse seemed steady now.

“Where is Eric?” that was the last thing you had asked before you lost consciousness again as the anesthesia began to lull you to sleep..

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A floor down from where you were being treated, hours had passed and Eric woke up with immense grief heavy in his heart. He wished all of this was a nightmare but it wasn't, it was real. You were gone, he had lost you and he did absolutely nothing to save you. He wanted to blame everyone, Melody, Samuel, Roeg, Kronos even for keeping him in the dark about the truth, and most of all he wanted to blame God but he knew the person responsible for your death was only him.

None of this would have happened if he had kept himself away from you like he was supposed to.

As began to cry and his heartbeat sped, a nurse entered the room and tried to calm him down, he got up and removed several drips he was hooked to, he didn't need the surgery, the bullet had barely grazed his shoulder, that's when a bunch of doctors entered and injected him with a sedative that made him calm, he felt so dizzy.

“Y/n-need to see her.. please..” he mumbled as he cried so the doctor nodded his head.

“You can see her when you wake up..she's okay now”

That's what he heard before the darkness consumed him.

Just a few hours before he had witnessed your lifeless body being taken away while he wailed like a widow and begged for you not to leave him. So what did the doctor mean?

When he woke up again a nurse helped him sit down on the wheelchair and took him to the 11th floor of the hospital. Anticipation was killing him, where was she taking him? He didn't think he was strong enough to see your dead body yet. To know that he'd never have those beautiful eyes of yours looking at him? that he'd never get to touch your warm body and kiss you to his heart's content, that he'd never hear you laughing at his stupid jokes, that he'd never get the chance to give you the life you deserved. That killed him.

He didn't want his soul if he had to be here without you.

But maybe he needed to see you like that, dead and lifeless, he needed to see to accept that you were truly gone. Maybe that will finally stop his own heart from beating as well and he'd be able to be with you finally. He hoped for that. He really hoped for that.

As they entered a room his eyes widened as he saw you on the hospital bed, hooked with different machines, the heart machine beeping soundly, he could see your chest heaving as you breathed in softly.

“How?” That's all he was able to say as the nurse dragged his wheelchair closer to your bed.

“Medical miracle they're calling it, but i believe it's something else” the nurse spoke to him “She was dead for eleven minutes but she's completely fine now, no brain damage, nothing, she's recovering well”

Eric was shocked at the turn of the situation, life never really worked in his favour but he wasn't surprised, he had seen those miracles firsthand. He looked up, silently thanking whosoever was responsible for this. He didn't deserve you being taken away from him like that.

He grabbed your hand, the warmth had returned in your skin, you seemed lovely as ever and all he wanted was for you to wake up and look at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.

As the nurse left to give him privacy he spoke your name softly, his fingers scratched your scalp and you opened your eyes slowly. As soon as you saw him you smiled. This was your Eric, the Eric you loved so deeply, not the empty, happy looking shell of him you had seen up there. Broken, battered, damaged from life yes but he was your Eric, he had lived, he had lost and he was the strongest man you had ever known in your life.

He laid down next to you just to feel you and then he cried and cried for hours, you didn't stop him either, you knew how much it must have hurt him to watch you die like that so you just caressed his head and ran your fingers over his scalp as he sobbed into the crook of your neck.

“Everything will be okay now baby” you mumbled softly as his sobs slowly quietened, you were alive, you were okay and he was going to keep it that way now.

“Don't leave me ..never” he muttered between his cries so you nodded.

“Never..wherever we go..we will go together now”

Your parents visited you in the hospital and once the shock wore off and they realised you were doing fine now they began to criticize your life choices again, well your mother did. Your mother berated you for being involved with a criminal druggie like Eric while your father was secretly happy as you finally had someone in your life.

You just listened to her screeching voice with a smile on your face, you had zoned out, thinking about having Eric's cock inside you the moment you'll get out of here.

As days passed and turned into weeks you both recovered, with Melody and Bill being involved in the matter the case had taken a big turn, a lot of media attention was on the case and Eric was taken in custody as well but he was let go as he only acted in defence, they had no evidence for all the killings he was involved in before. Maybe Kronos had a hand in that too but you didn't care as long as he was with you.

Surprisingly Dina or Cheryl didn't come see you at the hospital, Laura did though and she was kind as ever. And so did Bill. Turns out he wasn't a leaf as per Eric's logic.

When you were discharged from the hospital Eric took you back to the apartment, as you entered you noticed how clean it was, leaving the mess of his clothes on his couch as he slept there in your absence, he couldn't sleep in the bed without you, he had also decorated the bedroom with flowers and candles and what not.

“You sit here..I'm going to run a warm bath for you” he said to you as he cupped your cheeks and leaned down to kiss you.

“Only if you'd join me too” you murmured against his mouth so he smiled.

“Whatever you want”

You sat down between his legs as he washed your hair, his fingers gently cleansing your scalp. Your wound had healed but it had left a big scar on your flesh, but for some reason you didn't hate it as much as you thought you would.

You turned around to face him so he gave you a smile before he kissed you, the kiss was gentle at first but it heated up quickly, it's been weeks and he needed you as desperately as you needed him.

After bathing you clear of the soap he laid you down on the bed. You ran your fingers over the scar on his shoulder and his breath hitched in response.

“You know..sex might not be as good as before now that I'm mortal” He said as he leaned down to kiss you, his hard cock rubbed against your thighs.

“You really think it was your immortality making it so good?” you asked him so he smiled as he planted his lips on yours again.

Moments later the room was filled with the sounds of your love making, his moans and groans mixed with yours as he slowly pumped in and out of your warm cunt.

“God i have missed this-” he whispered amidst his heavy breaths, the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him was heavenly as ever. And to think he lost it all? He had nightmares about that day you had died but as long as you were here when he woke up he didn't care about them anymore.

“Mmm me too baby, thought about it every night-” you mumbled as you pulled him closer to you until you were being suffocated by his body on top of you.

When you died, you went to heaven, and it was beautiful, the house on the hills was beautiful but it wasn't perfect because your Eric wasn't there. This was heaven, right here right now, for you this was heaven because he was here with you, in you, all around you.

For you heaven was a place wherever Eric was with you.

Next morning you were still asleep while he was in the kitchen making breakfast for you two. He knew he needed to find a normal job now that he didn't have to do god's bidding any longer, he had a lot of money in his bank account, courtesy of Kronos, but he knew it was bound to run out sooner or later and he didn't want that. He wanted to take care of you in every possible way.

As he heard the doorbell he walked towards the door and looked through the peephole. He was surprised to see your mother out there so he opened it immediately, he should have put on a shirt but he didn't think of it at the moment.

As she looked at his tatted up body from face to neck down she grimaced internally, however her disgust showed clearly on her face.

“Please come in” he said as she stepped to the side, the couch was messy so he walked up it and began picking up his clothes so she could sit down. “Sorry ..ahh she's still asleep. I'll go wake her up” he mumbled politely as he heard her clearing her throat.

“No need. I needed to speak with you anyways” she said to him so he straightened himself up.

She looked at him properly this time, from head to toe, his tall stature, well built body, and pretty face wasn't something she could miss not noticing, he was a good looking man but he was a trouble she could tell. Good men didn't do drugs and got their girlfriends involved in such life threatening situations.

“Do you love my daughter?” She asked him, making his brows furrowing in response

“I love your daughter very much..more than anything in this world” he answered earnestly.

“And you care about her well being I suppose?” She asked him so he nodded again, a small smile on his face “She died because of you..you know that right?” She said as she walked towards him so he looked down, shame filling him up as he was reminded of his failure.

“I know Mrs-”

“How does it not lay heavily on your conscience? Knowing that she died because of you? Because of your mess? And god knows who else is out for your blood..if you actually cared and loved her as much as you claim to..do you think you'd still be here in her life? Living in her apartment so shamelessly?” His eyes teared up as she spoke, her words were harsh but she wasn't wrong. You died because of his enemy, you were used as a pawn and men like Roeg and his brother weren't the only ones out for his blood.

“She's a strong woman, many people have come and gone and she just moves on like this-” she said as she clicked her fingers “You won't be missed for long, not by her, not by anyone” she snickered before she continued “People in my family, this is all they talk about, gossip about her relationship with a man like you and it's appalling, it's an embarrassment for her to be associated with you, don't you see that? You're not good enough for her, you could never be”

She finished finally, making sure he knew how much she despised him.

As she left, he sat down on the couch, her words struck a chord within him, he knew your life would be much better without him. Perhaps you'd even find a decent man that would give you everything without putting you in harm's way.

The breakfast he was making had burned down completely and the burnt smell made you wake up so immediately ran into the kitchen and turned off the stove before you poured water into the burning pan.

“Baby are you trying to burn the house down?” You asked him playfully but as he didn't answer, you approached him.

“Eric?” You called out his name so he got up from the couch.

“Sorry, I got distracted..you freshen up..I'll make something else for you” he said to you, his voice soft but his eyes didn't meet yours.

“Are you ok?’ you asked him so he nodded and gave you a fake smile.

After you showered, you put on one of his shirts and came back out but he wasn't there anymore. You found the breakfast on the table but you couldn't find him anywhere. There was no note either and that worried you. He never left without leaving a note behind.

You quickly grabbed your phone and called him but he didn't pick up either. That's when you felt the fear creeping in again, something had got to him and you had no idea where he was or what had happened to him. He was capable of being hurt now and you feared for his life. You couldn't go through this all alone, you couldn't go on with your life without him.

You wanted to go to the cops but you didn't know what to tell them. You called Bill, asked him to ask Melody if she had heard from him but none of them had heard from him and as two hours passed and there was no sign of him you took the elevator down, perhaps he was at that lake he had told you about.

On the way down you bumped into Mrs. Bonnie who told you that it was lovely to finally see your mother this morning.

Your mom came here? Why didn't she tell you? Did she say something to Eric?

You called your mother immediately as you stepped out of the elevator.

“Mom..are you here in Chicago?” You asked her so she hummed in response.

“Came to see you but your boyfriend didn't let me do that so-’

She said to you but you didn't believe her, she had a tendency to make up lies if it suited her agenda and you knew how much she didn't like the idea of you being with him. Besides Eric would never disrespect her like that, even though he hated the way she treated you at times.

“What did you say to him mom?” You asked her but she stuck to her baseless lies, talking of him as if she knew everything about him.

“You don't even know him, the only reason I'm alive today is because he saved my life. He saved me.. and yes i died for him but it was because I loved him but him? He saved me when he didn't even know me, when he had no obligation to do so..he's my angel and if something happens to him I'll never ever forgive you for this..you remember that” you said as you hung up.

He was fragile, the trauma from that night you had died still played heavily on his heart and you feared she had driven him further into that guilt and made him do something awful.

However as you stepped out of the building you bumped right into him so you looked up. Your eyes immediately teared up at the sight of him, relief and anger all coursing through your veins.

He was okay, he hadn't hurt himself.

“Eric..where have you been?” You asked, jaw clenching with anger.

“Just went out for a run” He said as he walked past you so you followed him and entered the elevator that led back to the apartment, he did seem out of breath but you also knew that he was lying and that bothered you alot.

The moment you entered your apartment you followed him into the kitchen, he took out a bottle of water from the fridge and as he turned around he found you glaring at him intensely.

“Explain..I'm giving you one minute to explain this behaviour -” you said to him as you crossed your arms.

“I just needed some time alone -”

“Okay and you didn't think I'd worry? Didn't think I'd worry about something bad happening to you when you left without telling me?” You asked him, as he noticed the tears rolling down your cheeks, it finally got through him so he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead before he hugged you tightly.

“I'm sorry darling”

The truth was he had thought about it, thought about leaving, thought about just disappearing out of your life so you'd never be hurt because of him, so you'd never die again because of him, perhaps your mother was right and you'd move on sooner or later. But the moment he was out of your sight, out of your proximity, the moment he was so far away from you that he wasn't able to feel you, smell you, he turned back around and ran back to you.

If you weren't safe with him, you weren't safe without him either. He had promised to never hurt you, to never leave you, a part of him wanted to be punished for even thinking about being so cruel to you after everything you had done for him. Did he really think he'd survive out there without you? And did he really believe you'd just move on with your life if he was gone? No..you'd have driven yourself crazy, you'd have looked for him forever.

“Where did you go?” You asked him so he shook his head as he cried, he didn't want this to change anything, he didn't want you to doubt his feelings for you, he was just afraid of losing you to death again.

After he told you what your mother had said to him, he broke down in your arms the same way he had done that night in the hospital bed.

“She's wrong..she's so wrong baby, i didn't die because of you, you did everything you could have done to keep me safe, you saved my life”

You mumbled softly as let him cry, you allowed him to let go of the guilt he carried and the guilt your mother's insensitive words had intensified in him.

“Eric..if you ever dare leave me again after everything we have been through, I swear to god I'll lock you up in my bedroom and never let you out of my sight” you threatened him once he finished crying so he finally looked up at you, he stood straight back up as he picked you up and placed you down on the kitchen counter before he leaned down to kiss you passionately.

“I'd like that..do that..next time I'm being an idiot.. tie me up and never let me go” he mumbled as he felt your fingers curling into his hair, pulling and grasping on the edges, he winced as he felt the sting.

You took off his shirt quickly before you unzipped his pants, his fingers already sliding down your underwear, his cock was hard as he positioned himself to your entrance. You knew it was a risk you were taking but perhaps you could think of the consequences later. Plan b existed for a reason. None of you were ready for a child but you really needed to feel him inside you, skin to skin.

He grabbed onto your thighs as he slipped inside you, his fingers ran over the scar on your thigh, the proof of your love for him, not that he needed it, a loud moan escaped your throat as you felt the stretch, his warm cock felt so hard and the way it throbbed made your head spin.

His thrusts were quick, sharp and desperate, he couldn't live without you even if he tried.

“Fuck..eric..I'm so pissed off” You mumbled, teeth gritting as you thought about him leaving you like that.

“I know..I'm sorry. I'm so sorry” he whispered as he grabbed your hands and wrapped it around his throat so you choked him a little before you pulled him in for a dirty sloppy kiss.

“You're mine..you're never leaving me”

“Never..I'm sorry..you shouldn't even let me fuck you like this after what I did..dont you want to punish me baby? Make me hurt? Make me cry?”

He whispered as he placed his palms flat on the counter next to you body, your teeth grazed over the skin of his neck, you wanted to bite him, perhaps you'd have done it too if he healed as quickly as he did before but not anymore, you'd never hurt him like that, unless he'd want that too.

“I do want that..want to make you cry but not from pain baby..want to make you feel so good it would hurt, so good that you never even think of disappearing on me again” you mumbled softly, making his eyes tear up with several different sensations you were evoking in him at the same time.

“I'm sorry..I'm sorry baby..let me earn it..let me earn your forgiveness” he mumbled as he put you down and then turned you around, you held onto the edge of the sink as he thrusted in from behind, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back and toes curl every time. The moment your walls clamped around him, he held onto your hips tightly, watching your body shake with the intensity of your release, and as his own orgasm followed he pulled out and came all over your ass.

Scooping you up in his arms he took you to the bedroom to clean you up and cuddle with you. Both of you needed that desperately.

“Eric?”

“Mmm?”

“Do you want to run away with me? Go someplace nobody knows you or me?” he propped himself on his elbow next to you and smiled as you asked him that.

“Where do you want to go baby??” He asked softly as you turned to look at him.

“It's going to sound silly.. perhaps impossible” you mumbled as you caressed his cheek so he smiled again.

“I still want to hear it,” he said firmly.

“Okay..mmm..let's just go somewhere far, perhaps a house on the hills where we are the only two people living there for miles, we can both work in the village during the day, you could teach people to fight, defend themselves from bad people, especially women and I uhh? Well I'll just open a little eatery joint..a small thing just so I'm not bored in your absence.. and you could come pick me up in the evening, we will go to the village market, buy groceries or other stuff we'd need for home. And We will definitely need guns, in case some creep tries to mess with us” he chuckled as you said that, he could already imagine living this fantasy with you.

“Sounds great, what else will we do there?” He asked softly, his fingers grazing your scalp.

“I'm thinking we could have our own garden behind the house? Plant some fruits and vegetables, just a little hobby we can share during weekends, that only if we will have some time spared from the constant sex we will be having. That reminds me we'd totally have sex outside during summer, perhaps put a cot out there with mosquito net around it, I'm assuming there will be mosquitos there. But it would be lovely right? Making love under the open sky? Watching the stars though you'd make me see them even with my eyes closed” you giggled so he leaned down to peck your lips.

“I would huh?” he murmured against your mouth so you nodded

“You always do. And nobody will be there to pry on us. I'd like to wake up outside with you, in your arms, watch the sun rise and then we shower in the waterfall that would be like five minutes walk from our house or ten maybe, then we will go to work and when we come back I'll make tea for us so we can watch the sunset together.. and we can live like that forever..in the little heaven of our own”

As you finally finished his eyes were teary, he sniffled once before he leaned down to kiss you deeply this time.

He wanted more than to fulfil this dream of yours, he liked the sound of running away with you to some place where his past wouldn't haunt you both. Where he'd be able to keep you safer. Away from the life of this fast paced city, a place where you'd be loved, taken care of and encouraged to follow your dreams, he wanted to give you the quiet peaceful life you so dearly wished for.

And if you ever got bored of it he'd take you wherever you'd want to go next. He'd fulfil all of your dreams and go on these wild adventures with you until you two will be too old to move. He smiled as he kissed you tenderly before he placed his head up to look into your eyes, just so you'd know that he took this seriously and that he didn't think that it was an impossible dream.

“Let's do this ..let's run away baby”

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