#he’s one of the strongest demigods ever

[sophplanetoflove]

YO I just saw someone say that "Jason was so boring and worthless that he deserved what he got" and I'm fucking fuming rn I want someone to fume with me 😤😤

WTF! gimme their @ /j

But like EHAT Jason is like one of the strongest demigods in the series??? AND THERES SO MUCH DEPTH TO HIS CHARACTER THAT YOU HAVE TO LOOK FOR??? HES A COMPLEX CHARACTER!!! JUST BECAUSE HE HAD AMNESIA DOESNT MEAN HES ‘BORING’ HE JUST DIDNT HAVE ANY MEMORIES OF WHO HE IS. AND HE NEVER KNEW WHO HE WAS BECAUSE OF JUPITER, JUNO, HIS MOTHER, CAMP JUPITER AND GAEA.

HES SO COMPLEX!!! HE IS NOT BORING!!!

[wu-wakfu-undertale]

Re-watching wakfu for the first time in years and s1 Yugo was so silly???

dude discovered he could make portals at will and his first thought after actually acknowledging it is "i can do so many cool pranks with this"

[starii-void]

going to chb must be crazy like imagine sharing a camp with

-one of the strongest demigods ever who's saved the world like at least 3 times, fought multiple gods & titans and WON (and is a tartarus survivor)

-the literal main architect of OLYMPUS who's also saved the world multiple times (also tartarus survivor)

-THE lord of the wild who's also close friends with the first two (and has helped save the world multiple times)

-an emo kid from the 1930s who again helped save the world and is also a tartarus survivor (TWICE)

-a son of apollo who survived tartarus with nothing but cargo shorts and sheer will (pun intended)

-the main designer and builder for the argo II, also the first hephaestus kid to have fire powers since hundreds of years ago (did i mention killed gaea? no? yeah he did that too)

-a girl who somehow charmspeak-ed gaea into falling back asleep (also side note daughter of super famous actor because why not)

-pretty much everybody is a two-time war veteran

-THE GOD APOLLO who just sometimes comes down to visit in the form of a teenage boy

-did i mention dionysus, god of wine madness and theatre

-also chiron, trainer of pretty much every greek hero ever

[cynthiav06]

I can Almost imagine how Impressive you have to be To Pull THE percy Jackson. Like pulling any Demi-God is great but PERCY?!? The son of posiden?!? THE SAVIOR of Olympus?!?

I headcanon that Percy is really just out of Anyone's League And You gotta be Pretty damn Special to be able to Pull him

Like imagine Fumbling him or breaking his heart

THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN.

Like come on Rick you are telling me Percy the greatest demigod of all time Jackson has to be paired up with someone who has nothing in common with him, frequently condescends him, literally forces her own views on him, hates his father, has a mother who tried to kill Percy, is controlling and toxically possessive of him and most importantly someone who has completely different life goals than him?? It doesn't even make sense when you look at it rationally.

I think Rick himself was trying to put Percy down in post Son of Neptune books by making his personality all about Annabeth.

We are talking about the Savior of Olympus, the bearer of Achilles Curse, the strongest demigod, the man who denied immortality from the King of Gods, Poseidon's favorite son, the only demigod to have been approached by other Pantheons first and well respected among their demigod equivalents, the only male demigod to have respect of Artemis, only one to be favored by so many Gods on the Olympian Council and that's only pre-Heroes of Olympus.

The Survivor of Tartarus, the demigod whose blood even Gaia wanted to wake to due to his power, the first and only Greek to be made a Praetor and now two times savior of Olympus. This is all without mentioning his singular and unique feats, and he has many.

AND THIS IS WHAT RICK DOES WITH HIS CHARACTER ARC????

Had Rick not been so obsessed with shoving Percabeth down our throats, he could have totally made Seafam Arc, and all our fics would have not been fics. We wouldn't even have needed headcanons for seafam cause Amphitrite and Triton and all of Atlantis would have absolutely loved him cause come on, it's Percy. It's impossible not to love him. So let's assume that's exactly what happened.

So the whole of Atlantis, Seafam, and most of the Olympian Gods love Percy and not to mention Sally and Paul, who are also very protective of Percy.

The new Lord of the Wild is his best friend, The Lieutenant of Artemis is his other best friend and cousin, both the children of Hades/Pluto are his best friends/cousins, the only other demigod to be blessed by Poseidon with a rare gift is also his very close friend not to mention other members of the Seven also respect him greatly and owe him quite a bit.

Hestia, Apollo, Hermes, Aphrodite, Artemis,Hades, Hepheastus, and even Dionysus and River gods either openly favor him or have much respect for him. (Poseidon and the Seafam are implied, Bob and Damasen as well).

This isn't even taking into account all the pegasi and nymphs and sea creatures who love him and that he has a literal hell hound.

Percy not only has friends in high places and the favor of literal gods on top of being Poseidon's favorite son as told by Poseidon himself, all the people with special abilities are all close friends with him.

In Riordanverse, Percy is like the only person you don't want to cross like ever.

So you know logically if anyone needs an explanation as to why Annabeth isn't a good match for him and someone like Rachel would have fit much better. A mortal blessed with sight much like his Mother later turned Oracle of Delphi, the girl who saved his life in literally the very first two encounters they have, a girl under protection of Olympians and blessed by Apollo?

Apollo could have definitely waived the celibacy rule as there have been mentions of married women later becoming oracles in Greek mythology( May Castellan too if you count the books) and that the rule is only to prove devotion to the God nothing more. And if Apollo can't, then Delphi, who is a spirit older than Gods themselves, could just change allegiances. She once belonged to Poseidons' domain, so there's that.

But since I am biased in favor of Rachel, literally any other ship but Percabeth would have been logical and fitting and better off compatibility wise.

[aroaceleovaldez]

was thinking about next-gen kids and decided to doodle a couple. elaborated thoughts below:

Iphis is named with the same naming conventions that Sally used when naming Percy - primarily, mythological figure who had a good fate. Nice for Percy to honor his mom by naming his own kid the same way and Annabeth gets a fun nerdy mythology name. Also sending good vibes to their kid. Plus middle name directly in honor of Sally, of course.

Specific myth is Iphis and Ianthe, with the idea that a.) it's gender-neutral so works regardless of kid's gender and b.) not only does Iphis have a good fate, but arguably nothing bad happens to them ever and they get helped out by like three whole pantheons who show up in a literal parade and they live happily ever after. Percy and Annabeth are pushing for the BEST vibes possible.

(Also I am a very strong proponent of the "I don't think they'd name their kids after dead family/friends" so none of them have that)

Iphis of course inherited the Jackson family early grey hairs <3

Virginia is named after Juniper (cause Juniper is specifically implied to be Juniperus virginiana). She's probably been childhood bffs with Iphis since Iphis was born.

Chuck is Chuck. I gave him a Yankees jersey cause you know he's being raised as a sporty kid.

Do you ever think about how OP Frank and Hazel's kid would be. It's ridiculous. Quadruple legacy, including 2/3 of the Big Three. Frank by himself was already so OP the gods had to nerf him. Hazel came back from the dead and Frank kinda just said "nope" to dying that one time. Hazel presumably has every power that Nico has which is. A lot. Not to mention what Hazel has been shown to just be able to do on her own (including but not limited to SINKING AN ENTIRE SMALL ISLAND). Ares/Mars kids can functionally be completely invulnerable sometimes and also have some limited necromancy. Combo that with Hades/Pluto kids also being hard to kill and having necromancy as one of their main powers. Not to mention how Pluto geokinesis might combo with Chloris (goddess of spring) powers? And this kid is 100% being protected by both Nico (who is probably a deity by that point) and probably Pluto himself as well? Hello?

Anyways Hazel and Frank's kid is a total powerhouse. Possibly functionally immortal. Easily strongest demigod of her generation.

I like to think the latent Chloris legacy would crop up (probably in combo with Mars and Poseidon's plant aspects) and give them an accidental Persephone-type theme and that's fun. Frazel's goth daughter who takes after her grandmother (and uncle).

Figured since Frank is Canadian and Hazel is from Louisiana they'd go for a French name. The flower theme was not intentional on their part it just happened. Law of demigod naming conventions appears nonetheless.

I figure Leo might not have kids of his own but he probably still hangs around with Hazel and Frank so of course he's going to make their kid a cool thematic robot pet. He's probably her godfather or something.

Ronan is literally just some kid who showed up at the Chase Space who coincidentally was a legacy of Freyr and could shapeshift. Magnus and Alex obviously can't have kids cause they're dead, BUT some orphan with essentially a combo of their powers just shows up on their doorstep? Their kid now.

The ironic part is of course their shapeshifting powers just happen to be because they're distantly related to one of Annabeth's friends. Ronan finds himself suddenly gaining two parents and two cousins (Iphis and Lily) in rapid succession.

He only picks up Magnus' last name though cause Alex has 100% disowned her mortal parents.

He has a seal flipper cause shapeshifting and apparently "Ronan" means seal. I just wanted to draw those two showcasing their shapeshifting a lil bit.

Might try to doodle the other next-gen kid thoughts I had at some point but idk when. anyways yeah.

[satorkive]

PLAYING DANGEROUS 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ SATORU

“satoru.”

you call his name as he continuously stares at the blank space. the atmosphere around him is gloomy and eerie. as if one snap of a finger, a howling beast will be free and wreck havoc around him.

he doesn’t attempt to lift his head so you blow an air on your falling hair strand before standing in front of him.

“you worried about suguru?”

his usually floating hair droops heavily around his head, making it look like he’s wearing a halo.

he is really the divine entity’s favorite demigod.

“no.”

you raise an eyebrow. “oh?”

you grab a cigarette from your back pocket before placing them between your lips. you lit the butt with a lighter before taking a hit and exhaling the nicotine.

you observe as satoru doesn’t give you the reaction you wanted. you frown. that bad? your ivory-haired friend normally plucked the cancerous stick between your mouth and throwing it away with a glare on his face.

“fancy a cigarette, satoru?” you ask with a raspy voice.

his eyes, that creeps you out everytime both of you have eye contact, watch how you inhale and exhale the horrendous but stress-reliever vice and offer you a hand.

you eye the softest hands you’ve ever seen before shrugging. you pick up another cigarette and placing it on his hands.

he put the stick between his long fingers and settle them in the middle of his glossy lips.

you don’t know where you get the confidence from, but you know you have to do it.

you set your hands on his neck and tilt your head to your left. satoru lays down his hands sensually on your hips before tugging you closer. he angles his head opposite to you. you bend and arch your back before the butts of your cigarettes kiss; giving satoru the flame he needs to consume as both of you lock each other in a web of spider.

you release yourself from him, a little hesitant. you puff a smoke on his face and he closes his eyes. the cigarette is hanging at the end of his lips.

you discard the stick and stomp them with your feet before turning around. you stop by the door and look behind your shoulder. the strongest boy is now staring at you as if you’re the only one he can see.

“see you later, satoru.”

[catihere]

Do you ever think about how the canonical, in-universe explanation as to why Son of Magic exists is that Haley Riordan personally went and interviewed Alabaster? That’s crazy. Just imagine how that must have went.

In-universe Haley Riordan: So… I heard that you were the only surviving high ranking demigod in the army of Kronos. I’d like to know how your version of the story sounds like.

Alabaster: My… huh. How do I know this not some sort of trap? *taking out sword* What if Camp sent you to trick me?

Haley: I just want to know. What’s about the massacre of Manhattan?

Alabaster: *snorts* Massacre! You allies of Olympus really like throw that word around not knowing what it means. If it was a massacre, it was one for us. Camp had sixteen casualties total. We had hundreds. And most of them didn’t even happen during the actual war- once the battle was over, the Gods destroyed any left resistance. All of my siblings…

Alabaster: *looks away* And if I had the chance… the person I would teach a lesson… That Perseus Jackson. He deserves punishment for what he did to us.

Haley: Oh man. That’s- that’s rough. Let me just… take my pen and write that down real quick-

Alabaster: …

Alabaster: I actually feel like… you remind me of a certain someone.

Haley: Hm?

Alabaster: Oh, fuck it. Let this be quick. Or else, I can show who what Hecate’s strongest son is capable of.

[cxptain-capsicle]

Beyond the Sea | Luke Castellan | IV

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Unclaimed Poseidon!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, established relationship, Gods being terrible parents

The mess hall was quiet, you had gotten to the Hermes table early, the sun was shining warm golden rays on your skin. It was a beautiful morning, relaxing even. 

“Y/n!” Annabeth nearly screamed from across the pavilion. There went your relaxation.

“Good morning to you too Annabeth.” You smiled at her as she stormed the table. “What’s wrong?”

“Ya know the new kid?” She asked.

“Percy?” You confirmed.

“Something happened last night.” She said cryptically.

“Oh?” You sat up straighter. “He seems really sweet just make sure you’re always safe-”

“Oh my gods!” She shouted and covered her ears. “Not like that! Something else happened.”

Before Annabeth could get another word out Luke’s voice came booming behind you.

“Morning ladies!” Someone was in a good mood.

“I’ll tell you later.” She practically scowled at Percy as she walked away.

“Well, she’s a ray of sunshine.” Percy watched Annabeth as she left.

“What’re you two up to?” You asked as they took a seat with you at the table.

“Giving Percy my life story.” Luke shrugged.

“Not again.” You said sarcastically making Luke roll his eyes at you.

“Anyways, before camp, I was on the road. Me and a forbidden kid I met along the way. Her name was Thalia.” Luke smiled a little when he said her name. It made your stomach hurt and your face flush. You were jealous of a tree.  

“And what does that mean, forbidden?” Percy asked. 

“A long time ago, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades agreed their children were becoming too powerful, so they made a pact not to father anymore. And it held for a long time until Zeus broke that pact. Until Thalia.” Luke explained. 

“Forbidden kids attract trouble.” You added. “Monsters everywhere, constantly battling to stay alive.”

“One day, we, uh, find this little girl hiding in an alley. Annabeth. We were worried about taking her in, exposing her to all that danger. Then we saw her fight.” He chuckled at the memory then fell silent. “Thalia didn't make it. But Annabeth and me... we did. And we've been family ever since.”

“She's been watching me since I got here. Why?” Percy asked.

“Annabeth is the strongest warrior in camp.”

“Rude” You mumbled

“The only way left to prove herself is to go on a quest.” Luke gave you a little smirk as he continued

“And what does this have to do with me?”

“Chiron's been promising her for years,” Luke explained again. 

“One day, a demigod would arrive who was fated to go on a quest that even Chiron couldn't prevent. And when that happened, she could join it.” You explained to Percy. “Every new arrival, Annabeth watches, looking for a sign they're the one. Usually, she gives up after a day or two, but she's still watching you.” 

“Can you ask her to knock it off?” Percy said shyly.

“Yeah, sure. But what if she's right?” Luke shrugged.

“Annabeth will always do what she wants.” You chuckled. The conch shell rang and everyone turned back to see Chiron in the center of the pavilion.

“Heroes... it's time.” He announced. “The game begins.”

Everyone rose from their seats and began to follow Chiron.

“We’re doing this now?” Percy scrambled from his seat at the table. 

“Don’t worry kid, you’ll have fun.” You laughed at him.

“So what about you.” He asked, you looked at him with a raised brow. “How’d you end up here.”

“Well, I was alone for a long time.” You and Percy followed the large crowd up the hill, Luke continued ahead to talk with Annabeth. “A couple of years. I was constantly running from monsters and eventually one trapped me. I was stuck in a cave and I couldn’t get out. I was in there for a few days before they found me.”

“Who found you.” He was listening intently.

“Luke,” You smiled. “It was technically Grover’s quest, him, Luke, and Clarisse.” Percy’s nose crinkled in disgust. “Clarisse is an acquired taste.”

“So you and Luke,” Percy said slowly. “You guys…” He was making a gesture with his hands, you thought it was supposed to mimic kissing. You laughed and smacked his hands.

“Yeah, he’s my boyfriend.” You hadn’t called him that in a while. Dating at camp wasn’t forbidden but it wasn’t encouraged. Especially in a case like yours, living in the same cabin. Everyone knew you and Luke were together, when you first started dating you had to have some strongly worded conversations with a few aphrodite campers.

“For how long.” He seemed genuinely interested.

“Hard to say.” You shrugged. “It never really had a clear start. Just sort of happened.”

“You’ve been here three summers.” He eyed your necklace.

“This’ll be number four.” You confirmed.

“And you like it?” He asked as you finally came up over the hill.

“Happiest place on earth.”

Everyone got suited up and gathered supplies before separating to our designated sides of the river. Chiron went over the rules and the first conch blew.

“All right.” Annabeth jumped immediately into action. “We have 20 minutes before the second conch and game on. You know what you're doing?”

“Yes, ma'am.” You and Luke said in unison and prepared to take off. 

“Hey.” She stopped you. “Today feel like a winning kind of day to you?”

“As always.” You smiled.

“I'll see you on the other side.” Luke smirked. “Company, move out!”

Percy went to follow you and Luke but Annabeth stopped him. “Not you, sunshine. You're with me.” Percy looked at you like he was asked for help but all you could do was give him a sympathetic smile.

You and Luke escorted the flag carrier to the decided location then set out for the red team’s flag.

“Annabeth tell you what she has planned?” You asked Luke.

“Not really, just that she has a job for Percy.”

“That scares me.” You sighed. Before Luke could respond the sound of screaming and battle cries came from the trees behind you. A group of red soldiers came charging out of the woods towards you. You and Luke had done this so many times before it was as instinctual as breathing. You lined up back to back and fought off those dumb enough to try to attack you.

“Watch out!” Luke shouted as an arrow came down at you. The two of you rolled away from each other. When you emerged a warrior was right in front of you ready to strike you down. You took a slash at the back of her knees that sent her to the ground. You glanced over at Luke who seemed to be managing two opponents just fine. You took on each soldier one by one until finally, one girl raised her arms in surrender.

“We give up.” She panted.

“I wanna move quick.” Luke explained as he sheathed his sword. “Straight through the woods to their flag.”

“Clarisse hunts in those woods for the first few hours, you know that. She's gonna cut us down.” Chris spoke up. 

“Annabeth's got a plan.” Luke told him. “Percy's on it.”

Chris rolled his eyes a little.

“Come on, trust the kid a little.” You told him.

“When it's time, he's gonna be ready. I know it.” That seemed to instill a bit of confidence in the rest of the group because they all started towards enemy territory.

“Percy’s gonna be ready right?” He whispered to you.

“Totally.” You lacked confidence.

You and Luke caught up with the group and continued through the woods. You led the group quietly past a few small groups of soldiers having to convince Luke each time that you could take the stealth tactic and not just storm in. You came to a clearing in the woods and where it was. A bright red flag planted in the ground, waving in the wind.

“This has to be a trap.” You looked around. “No one’s here.”

“I agree,” Luke whispered. “I don’t trust it.”

“Perfect. You volunteer then.” You used the butt of your sword to push Luke out of the woods and into the clearing. He stumbled to his feet, raised his sword, and looked around waiting for the enemy to attack. 

“I don’t see anyone.” He said in a hushed voice to you. Almost as if on cue a flash of red came falling out of the tree above him. A girl with a sword came hurdling down on top of Luke knocking his sword out of his hands and sending it flying to the ground. You rushed the two of them, pushing the girl off of Luke and pinning her to the ground. You had a knee on her left arm and the other was under your hand. With your free hand, you had the blade of your sword against her cheek.

“I surrender.” She sputtered. By the time you got to your feet the rest of the group had handled the other two members of the red team that were guarding the flag. Luke grabbed the flag and turned to look at you with a big smile on his face.

“Look at this killer.” That was the nickname he gave you when you fought. You loved to fight, it made you passionate and deadly. He gestured to the flag in his hands. “Look what I got.”

“Congratulations.” His smile was contagious to you. “Getting the flag is easy, getting it back is the hard part.”

Clarisse was always hunting, waiting for us to get cocky after capturing the flag just to try to kill us on our way back. But this time that didn’t happen. We made our way back, fighting off a few opponents and reuniting with several members of our team. Soon the river was in sight and the company began to charge. Luke triumphantly placed the flag in the rocks, sealing our victory. Everyone cheered and shouted in victory and you couldn’t help but admire Luke. He raised his sword in the air and cheered, he looked like a true hero. He turned and began to search the crown with his eyes before they landed on you. He practically ran to you, pushing through other people with his shield to get to you. He dropped his sword and shield on the ground and ripped off his helmet before placing both hands on the sides of your face and pulling you in to kiss him. When he pulled away his hair was messy from underneath his helmet and his cheeks were flushed with adrenaline. You couldn’t help but laugh at his forwardness, affection around camp had to be kept to a minimum to avoid unwanted attention from Chiron or Mr. D. However every once in a while in the heat of the moment Luke didn’t care about the attention. Your loving moment was cut off by Percy’s shouts.

“What is wrong with you?” Percy was sitting in the water looking up at Annabeth who must have pushed him. You had no clue why she would do that until he stood up.

When Percy rose from the water a shimmering blue trident appeared floating above his head. Your stomach dropped, the sounds around you became muffled, your face paled. You were white hot with fury practically seeing red. You had waited nearly three years for your father to claim you, even chalking it up to him choosing not to claim you because of the pact to no longer father forbidden children. But now, this kid has been here for three days and your father claimed him. Everything you’d ever wanted in your life he got in three days. You didn’t come back to reality until you felt a hand land on your shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?” Luke asked as you jumped away from his touch. “Let's go somewhere and talk-”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You shrugged him off. You could hear the whispers now, feel the stares. You had tried to keep your powers in check but over the years there had been slip-ups. When you accidentally threw a wave at Silena Beauregard for getting a little too close and comfortable with Luke. Rumors spread fast at camp.

You pushed through the crowd as hot tears welled in your eyes. As you walked past the cabins trying your best not to look at the blue cabin at the end of the row your mind was on one thing. You hated the gods.

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[punkeropercyjackson]

The disregarding of Percy and Hazel's bond is unironically one of the worst thing's the Pjo fandom's ever done.Hazel trusted Percy onsight and has always thought well of him and as her role model,not as a dumbass or a poser cool person or a monster,and Percy rode for Hazel onsight too harder than he has any wave and stood by her when almost everyone else was against her and does everything he can for her and the same book Percy deciding he wants kids being Hazel's debut book is NOT a coincidence and neither is the one animal that was never scared of Hazel being horses aka PERCY'S animal.He hypes her up so much and looks at her like she's the most precious gem in any world and you KNOW he would've cooked her a blue food feast and made haircare products for her with his diy skills if Rick didn't nerf them like he did Nico and Percy.He would've taken her on a siblings day out across Manhattan too to all his favorite spots and taught her a bunch on nagivating the city with swag and style since he knows she so often feels lost and alone and like nobody wants to help her and he worked his ass off for her in Hoo without a SINGLE complaint because that's his daughter and he's no god.Percy is exactly the kind of older person,mentor and best friend Hazel needs,needed and deserves in her life,both with her demigod trauma and black girl trauma and she wants him to be that for her as much as she wants to her own goals and dreams.He's so important to her and she's so important to him and he's so fucking proud of her nonstop and she's so fucking proud of HIM nonstop and they match eachother's energy with zero effort on every level(including in the video games they play together☝🏽Hazel is a black trans gaymer and so is Percy and they're also autistic,it's a special interest)yet they put the most into it for one another without needing to be asked.Their love is so platonic,so familial,so brother and sister and father and daughter,so easy and simplet yet with so many layers,so cycle breaking,so tender so silly so sad,so PERCY AND HAZEL,so the strongest demigod in a perfect tie,because they're so much of eachother and so connected they blur into the same person.If he were to kill a god,it would be not for power or in self-righteousness,it would be caused by one of them trying to put their hands on her and him not even hesitating to the end their entire existense like they tried hers in the 40s and he'd have no more of it,not her,when she's more deserving of paradise than the creators of it themselves and tamed Hell within her tiny bruised hands he covered in banaids he personalized for her and more divine than any deity who claims he's a man but can't step up

[katerinaaqu]

Guard Dog (a Patroclus and his dogs one-shot)

The Phrygian was really nervous. He could almost hear his heart beating up against the skin of his throat. His breath was coming out in hisses even if he was trying his best not to forget his training as a tracker and a spy for his people. It wasn't that he was a first-timer. He had been through some dangerous missions before and one required more skill than the other; he had once tracked the path of a deer outside a bear's den until the animal was captured by his fellow hunters. He was sent to spy close to an opposing tribe before and he had managed to come back with useful information that allowed his clan to come on top in that battle. He had contributed to that war even; collecting information on the enemy and he was undetected by everyone. However he was definitely scared out of his wits that night because that night's mission topped them all...by far!

He was supposed to sneak on the Strongest of all the Greeks...

Achilles the son of Peleus himself!

The Phrygian had heard many rumors on that man and all more terrible than the other. They said he had the strength of twenty men like Heracles himself. They said that he was faster than God Hermes himself while others said that the Argophontes had even given him his Winged sandals to fly faster. Fast in Feet they called him and strong like Apollo and with the same youth and glory. He heard rumors that he could kill you just by locking eyes with you...he even heard he was invulnerable by any kind of weapon; no one ever managed to wound him. The young Phrygian was considering himself intelligent enough not to pay attention to all those rumors but if just one of them were true then his life was hanging by a very thin and not to mention very fragile thread. Either way he had taken his precautions.

The assassination should be fast and precise.

He even forgot the idea of a knife for obvious reasons. Even if the rumors of his vulnerability held no truth whatsoever, he knew that he had no way of slitting the throat of a man who managed to singlehandedly bring an army to its knees. The game was dangerous. So he had prepared himself the poison he knew well. One drop in the wine by his side, the one he knew he kept, would do the job. He was sure that Achilles was not immortal. That much he knew. He also heard the rumor; that he was destined to die young. Perhaps fate had come to its toll that night. He spotted the dark figure of the tent the prince of Myrmindons was sleeping in. His steps became more careful; even more soundless. He had to be careful now. He knew the demigod was heavily guarded and that the guards would slash him in half without asking questions. But he knew. He knew a secret path behind the tent. He would take that. He would sneak in, pour the poison and run. No more stalling and no unpredictable moves!

He made a turn around avoiding the gaze of a guard skillfully and hid in the shadow of the tent. He estimated the slave with the duty to sleep by the ruler to protect him, wouldn't be much of a problem to him to be silenced but he hoped things wouldn't get rough. He had to make sure nothing would disturb the sleep of the son of Peleus before he had made his move. He hesitated for one second. What if he awoke? What if he wasn't sleeping yet and the calm breathing from the tent was a decoy? What if he was detected? He drew a breath and calmed himself. No more thoughts. He had to empty his mind. He had to do it. But once he was about to barge in as quietly as possible he heard something that drew five years out of his body. It was a human voice.

"If I were you, I would think twice before I did that!"

The soft and yet threatening tenor voice made him look at the shadows to detect the tall and lean figure. The man had long curly hair and arms that looked like good stretched leather. His back could belong to the best type of athlete and his bare legs showed a man that could run a marathon in the wilderness without problem. He was dressed with a simple cloth around his waist, showing he had just risen from sleep. The Phrygian spy gulped soundly realizing that this scenario he didn't think; the scenario that it would be no slave by the side of the son of Peleus!

"I am sure you thought you would achieve something tonight" Patroclus continued in his calm and yet deeply threatening voice, "but I assure you your efforts would be in vain! Even if you did manage to get past me there is no way that you would win against him no matter what ploy and scheme you have in your barbarian brain but I promise you by Hera that you won't achieve it!"

The man took a step back drawing his dagger. The man they called "divine" didn't look so divine at all and yet somehow he knew he was a forced to be reckoned with. Patroclus followed the move and his brown eyes shone like a jackal in the night.

"I wouldn't want to disturb my lord's sleep so I would strongly advise you not to come at me with threatening force"

The Phrygian stopped again. How could he run away now? How could he go back a coward and a failure? How could he explain to his clan that he backed away not by the threat itself but by his companion? He clenched upon his dagger; move not passing undetected by the son of Menoetius.

"I tried to warn you but you leave me no choice!"

He left a tiny and discreet whistle with his slightly decorated with the beginning of a beard lips. The Phrygian felt all his blood being pumped up with several miles per second as he heard the unworldly growl from the shadows. Several pairs of eyes glistered like coals within the night and soon enough the silhouettes dressed in fur emerged. Hounds. Hounds of all shapes and sizes capable of tearing grown boars to shreds with their teeth; teeth that were now bared and glistering with saliva, emerged beneath the drawn lips and the wrinkled noses. They all circled their master, plastering their eyes on him.

"I know you have your reasons, I'm sure" Patroclus whispered

He caressed the head of one of his dogs as it's pointy ears didn't even flinch and the threatening posture of the huge hound didn't change.

"I know you fear him and for a good reason but he is my cousin, my king, my brother, my lord and my soul! You shall not lay a finger on him while I am here and breathing!"

The spy gulped. He realized then that Patroclus was a pure mirror of his dogs; he barely made a sound; he was truly past the point of empty threats. He had crossed the line! He thought that Achilles was something to fear but now seeing that warrior standing like a guard dog and a head of a pack before the tent he realized a bit too late how wrong he was!

"You shall pay for your thoughts to harm him with your life!" Patroclus almost growled

His eyes looked at him; staring just like his Hounds that shivered from top to bottom in anticipation for the orders. They wanted to hunt and he was the prey!

"However..." his heart flattered with hope with that word, "if the gods are merciful they shall give you a chance to escape..."

Then those fierce eyes stuck within his. The Phrygian felt his previously racing heart stop.

"...IF you can run faster that is!"

"G-Gods...!" Was the first and last word the Phrygian uttered that nigt

Patroclus leaned forward caressing two of his loyal dogs.

"Get him!" He softly commanded

And without making a single sound, nine dogs pounced. The Phrygian could only shriek in terror as he broke into a run within the Achaean camp with the dogs coming behind him. Soon lights emerged as soldiers kings and slaves emerged to see what was going on as the shrieks of terror turned into screams of pain. Patroclus stood there looking at that direction before calmly entering the tent.

Upon the mattress he perceived the lean blonde figure and he smiled. All his previous anger and fury was gone; turned into tenderness. He slowly approached the shifting figure. Achilles hummed and stretched his bare body under the covers; every muscle tight against his pale skin. He was glistering like gold under the new light of the torches outside. His face thin and hairless like a woman's and a body strong and athletic like a man. Patroclus would agree with some of the rumors that reach even his eaes; he really DID look like Apollo this way.

"Hmm..." Achilles hummed, "what is it?"

"Nothing, my dear" Patroclus whispered, "go back to sleep."

"I hear voices outside..."

"My dogs just discovered a rat" the son of Menoetius replied once more, "they rose quite a commotion"

"Hmm...I see..."

Achilles stretched some more as Patroclus fixed the covers better around him. He smiled. Yes, he would protect that man from every cowardly attack they would send against him! He deserved better than having his destiny fulfilled in such a way! He would keep him alive for as long as possible! And if his life was the price of that so be it!

"Come to bed with me, darling..." Achilles whispered as he caressed his chest with his stretched arm, "I'm cold and I need you to help me..."

Patroclus snorted.

"Sheesh!" He whispered just like when they were kids, "you are incorrigible! You always act like a child!"

And yet he obeyed. He couldn't and didn't want to say no. He slowly tucked himself under the covers and allowed Achilles to rest his blonde head on his chest; his lean and muscular arms around him. He felt the man who was his other half nuzzle against the light layer of hair on his chest. He caressed that blonde head with his hand.

"Yes...rest well..." he whispered, "I am here...nothing will disturb you while I am here..."

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Sooooo a little random thing I made. Given how I had made a post in the past about Patroclus's dogs here I thought I should write something on them!

I also wanted to show a more powerful and maybe vicious side of Patroclus given how we do not see it much and I cannot write a full battle scene without my computer dammit! But I hope you like thus, given how I wrote it in a few minutes in one go so forgive me if it is too simple or messy. Plus is past midnight hehehe sorry if this is so-so.

As always I remember some conversations with @deadbaguette about Achilles and Patroclus and their relationship as well as @ellilyre and @hermesmoly and of course @smokey07

As always wanna thank my dear friend @artsofmetamoor keep going with the amazing art girl!

My Patroclus design:

My other fic mentioning Patroclus:

[blasphemousclaw]

Ok. U no I'm obligated to ask.

Do you suppose Rykard ever actually interacted with Blaidd at any point? If not, what do you envision their relationship could've been like if they had? (I've always been torn because Ranni and Rykard obv cooperated to some degree, but Blaidd is also a creation of the Two Fingers and by extension the Greater Will, lol.)

GREAT question. obviously there isn’t much to go off of re: Rykard, except we DO get Blaidd’s perspective on Radahn! which is… highly strange to me?

“Hmm… So Ranni’s fate is kept in stasis by Starscourge Radahn… That reminds me of something I heard. There’s a festival being held at the castle on the southern edge of the Caelid Wilds, east of Limgrave. It’s a festival of combat. And I heard… that you can fight Radahn himself. He who was once called the strongest of all the demigods…”

“The glory of the clash is shared, by Radahn and you. And hah! Did you see that, afterwards? A falling star, right before our eyes! I can’t fathom how Radahn was holding back something of that scale. He was a living legend, if ever I saw one.”

honestly, with the way Blaidd talks of Radahn, the two of them might as well be total strangers! which is weird, because according to Iji,

“Blaidd is Lady Ranni's stepbrother. Ranni's mother, Queen Rennala, approved of him, and they played like siblings from childhood.”

so if Blaidd was basically a brother to Ranni, then why does he talk about her brother Radahn like he’s this distant, legendary figure, not a family member? Well, Ranni herself doesn’t seem to have any significant connections with Radahn in the same way that she does with Rykard… like, the Blasphemous Claw reveals that Ranni and Rykard conspired together, and Ranni keeps one of his abductor virgins to guard Caria Manor, and you can even see the Volcano Manor from Caria Manor (and vice versa). But nothing gives us any hint to her relationship with Radahn; all we know is that he keeps the stars in stasis, and he must be killed in order to set Ranni’s fate in motion again.

I would guess that Ranni received both her empyreanhood and Blaidd when she was very young, since they “played like siblings from childhood,” so perhaps Radahn was much older than Ranni, and had already left for Caelid when she received Blaidd? This might account for Blaidd having seemingly no personal relationship with Radahn. Rykard, however? If he was 1. younger than Radahn, or 2. older but stayed close to home, then that might explain why he and Ranni seemed to have closely shared their plans and beliefs, and it also might mean that he and Blaidd knew each other better than Blaidd and Radahn did?

I can’t see Blaidd and Rykard being very close though… I feel like Rykard wouldn’t really see Blaidd as his brother, more like, he’s meant for Ranni, so neither of them really have an obligation towards each other. I would be shocked if they never interacted at all, though, because again, Rykard seemed to be privy to Ranni’s plans and secrets, and Blaidd is as close to Ranni as you can get. I don’t think they would’ve been super buddy-buddy, but I think their interactions would be amicable enough. I do like the idea though of Blaidd maybe not being Rykard’s biggest fan because of like, his rancid vibes, and he always feels like he might be hiding something, but Blaidd knows he and Ranni care about each other so there’s no reason to distrust him?

But also, like you said, Blaidd is a creation of the Two Fingers, and could be a huge liability to Ranni and her plans, like Iji says. It’s pretty strongly implied Rykard hated the Two Fingers and the Greater Will just as much as Ranni, so I think it’s pretty likely that he would’ve agreed with Iji and distrusted Blaidd because of that? Like Blaidd seems totally loyal to Ranni, but if the Two Fingers get in his head, that might not matter… I can see Rykard warning Ranni about Blaidd in that respect… which would be kind of juicy, because Blaidd was loyal to Ranni to the end, and Rykard was kind of always going against the gods for selfish reasons in the first place…

anyway yeah I guess this is kind of boring but I think their relationship was kind of like they are both standing in the same room with Ranni not interacting lowkey distrusting each other but also not having beef with each other and then Rykard leaves for another 6 months to do god knows what in his manor and Blaidd briefly forgets he exists

[anotheroceanid]

Someone on tiktok

"Just watched blood of Zeus and i just have one thing to say, i completely understand you Apollo. I also would go crazy, curse bloodline and need to be restrained by my brother if Perse Athenide got pregnant with someone else's baby"

Commenter #1: Apollo is his father's strongest soldier 😔

Commenter #2: I was really afraid he was going to blow up on her but he was actually gentle??? He just wants to kill the babydaddy and who wouldn't

Commenter #3: I'll be honest here, i really thought the father was going to be Dionysus but i guess Perse is the goddess of demigods for a reason

Commenter #4: I’d totally join my stepmom’s anti bastard army if my crush got pregnant with my dad’s other bastard

Commenter #5: losing Perse to my little stepbrother would be my villain origin story

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Now, hear me out, this would be a nice parallel to Heron and Seraphin story, in the sense that Apollo do not ever resents the babies for it

[cynthiav06]

Question. do you think Percy should have stayed Single? Or ended up with somebody other than Annabeth? I Really think he should have stayed Single. Because I personally don't Like Percabeth, I don't Ship Percabeth and I don't Like Annabeth at all because of the way the Shippers act, or The way the characters themselves in Canon Act, like how Percy just does whatever Annabeth says, or how Percy is scared of Annabeth, Or how fans make it seem like Percy would become an Emo Edge Lord if something happened to Annabeth, Or How much she Belittles and Degrades him (I hate the nickname Seaweed brain), Especially since she acts like Percy cant do anything without her That moment when She and Reyna were talking about how ("Percy Couldn't find his way out of a Paper Bag without you")Made me SO mad it made me Dislike Annabeth even more and Dislike the Percabeth Ship as a Whole, I even hated when she Pretty much Restricted percy of using his powers You Know? "The sea doesn't like to be Restrained" well here it is.. being restrained...Exactly what it hates, and I hate how the Fandom makes Percabeth a Godly Ship saying they are the "It Couple" which they aren't and how They treat anyone who doesn't like Percabeth or Ships Percy with someone else other then Annabeth, but the one thing I HATE the most is how they make EVERYTHING percy Does Romantic for Annabeth like she's the only person who matters to him (Percy Only Remembering Annabeth (a Girl he's Known for only a couple years) Instead of The woman Who RAISED him by a goddess who isn't even the goddess of Love Made me SO MAD and Even when Annabeth made Percy remember when he was in the River Styx when it should have been his Mom made me mad) which is why I mostly believe that Percy Should have just stayed Single (I'm all for an Aromantic Percy) or At least Give him a Love interest who he can be Comfortable around and doesn't have to Constantly walk on Eggshells around her (I wished he Dated Rachel) or Hell Even make him Gay i've saw characters who have Better chemistry with Percy then Annabeth IMO but this all just my opinion.

You honestly don't know how long I could rant on this exact subject.

It's partly Annabeth's fault, and it's partly Rick's fault.

Anyone and everyone who has read the Pjo and HoO series should have noticed how illogical Percy's personality change was.

Percy Jackson, the hero of Olympus and the strongest demigod to ever live, sassy as can be, laid back but scary beyond measure if you cross him and an absolute menace to his enemies and loyal to death.

That's who he is, and Rick remembered that initially, and even till Son of Neptune then he just forgot how Percy someone he himself wrote to be this way is.

It's like Percy has no identity of his own, and he is only significant if he is with Annabeth. Like hello, he's the main character people, is the Fandom seriously going to degrade the main character, especially when the said mc is Percy Jackson???

Percy, despite his own issues, is and will always be foremost in helping people. He would be the first person to help keep the seven together. He would be the first to try and make a bond. He wouldn't have some stupid and illogical and totally ooc beef with Jason. Instead, he would help Jason be more sure of himself to stand up to Jupiter and for himself.

He would help Leo personally to bring back Calypso and they would both shit talk Olympians and how fickle their oaths are.

He would literally do anything to save Nico. Like hello, are you telling me that the boy who at 14 took it upon himself to bear the Great Prophecy, which he thought who end up killing him just to save Nico from that fate????? He would go absolutely madly feral to save Nico from the Giants.

If Piper and Reyna had their screws all properly fit they would see that Annabeth and literally everyone else would be all left to die if it wasn't for Percy. Percy gets himself out of everything by his own efforts and his own strategies. (Annabeth's rarely work). It's time the Fandom acknowledges that the best strategist in the verse is Percy, no questions asked and finally give him due credit for all HIS efforts.

Percy would never ever leave Sally unless it was for a quest, especially not when she was pregnant and absolutely not to go to college, something he hates especially when it concerns New Rome.

Here's a thing about Percabeth shippers they care about Annabeth's plans and her dreams, not Percy's. It is literally so out of character for Percy to want to live in New Rome a place that invests in a child army, a place that despises his father and wouldn't even build him a decent temple, a place so extremely cut off from the sea.

If Percy wanted to live in peace and grow old, he would do it in a place of his choosing close to his mother, Paul and Estelle, and close to the sea. But here's the thing about Percy.

I don't think people get this, but Percy can't just up and leave, nor would he want to. His damned fatal flaw is LOYALTY. He would never ever leave demigods or anyone helpless by leaving Camp Half Blood. Sure he would take less quests on but he would ALWAYS stick around and Rick did him so dirty by making all his thoughts revolve around Annabeth and insinuating he would let others suffer just fine to be with Annabeth.

Percy gave up immortality because he took Sally's teaching to heart as she did so too when she denied Poseidon's offer. He did it for himself for demigods it didn't have shit to do with Annabeth, but of course, he would look at her because she represents his life as a demigod.

Rick making Percy see Annabeth near the Styx and making him remember Annabeth instead of Sally is just him bullshitting. We all know Percy is a mama's boy, and he would do right by Sally always, so him giving a girl who he has known for barely long enough has no basis to it.

And Percabeth stans literally can't take a mention of a single alternate Percy pairing that alone is the biggest red flag. Because they know their ship is toxic and that Annabeth is the root of it.

For the PEOPLE IN THE BACK aka toxic stans:

Annabeth's fatal flaw is HUBRIS, and she is by nature controlling and condescending, and her character had the chance to GROW and CHANGE, and it would have been the most epic character growth sequel but she did not and she is CONTROLLING, DISMISSIVE , DEMEANING.

The newest Read Riordan entry literally has Annabeth saying that she needs to catch up to Percy cause he scores a better grade than her in school (even there Percy is smarter folks there you have it) and she literally says if she doesn't catch up Percy might start calling her SEAWEED BRAIN. So it is a demeaning nickname she gives Percy and continues calling him that even after knowing how Gabe similarly verbally abused Percy.

This is the fandom's IT couple? Wow. Percy literally is going against his own nature of being free and unrestrained like the sea because of Annabeth's controlling nature.

The worst of her behavior is when she blames Percy for his disappearance when she dismissed him when he was talking about his trauma induced by Gabe, her beyond toxic treatment of Rachel, especially when she unreasonably asked Percy to supress the use of the very power that got them out alive (she is scared naturally but she cannot force her own fear on Percy when he did nothing wrong).

So yeah, Percy Jackson with anyone but Annabeth. I am all for aromantic Percy, but personally, I find Perachel to be more appealing.

Trust me, I could rant about this for hours, especially how Rick butchered Percy's personality and made it full of Annabeth, especially how he threw Percy's insecurities and trauma and PTSD out of the gutter post tartarus.

[thevoidscreams]

Hello!

I would like to see something with Mortarion. Pre heresy when he's feeling unloved as he's not quite living up to the emperor's vision for him. He's supposed to be the second strongest Psycher of the Primarchs yet he Refuses to use his power.

Even pre monster form I've always loved the idea that Mortarion is gardener/herbalist in his spare time. Collecting plants from conquered worlds and giving them a home in a personal green house of sorts.

A servant who is commonly sent to give him messages/retrieve him when needed strikes up a bond with him over his eclectic garden.

They marvel at his plant expertise and abilities. They give him an outlet to talk about his special interest in detail. They support his passions and even offer understanding about why he's uncomfortable using his magic.

Overtime spent in that humid greenhouse, both start to feel it, the attraction. The brief glances or gentle brushes of hands as they talk and work in unison.

Mortarion has never really felt anything like this. And so strongly! It frightens him. Frightens him because he fears chasing this small glimmer of happiness away if he oversteps.

But oh...Oh he dreams of the alternative. Of bodies pressed into intimate warmth, of kisses stolen quickly or bitten ravenously while he towers over his sweet one. It feels like he can barely control himself, and it's only getting worse.

Little does he know his little honey bee is already swooned to him, but they too fear overstepping. They're a baseline human, and Mortarion is a demigod like figure. He'd never view them in such a way.

They shall be content being his mortal confidant, his sidekick so to speak. They've even acquired a special gift for him to show their care (and sooth the heartache for a love that they believe will never be.) A beautiful floral specimen from their own home world. In their world's language of flowers these blooms represent eternal devotion and love.

Its a subtle way to confess their feelings, and also find closure. After all they're certain Mortarion doesn't know their planet's flower language.

... Now what happens when he turns out he Does.

(For making press March if its not clear. You do great stuff btw okay byyyyyy)

Day thirteen!!!

Pairing Mortarion x reader

Warnings: Sex, first-time sex for Mort, and two idiots in love.

Mortarion stared down at the pots in front of him. His hearts hammering in his massive chest.

The plant's colorful petals shine especially bright among the other plants. They were gifts after all that made they special. Even among all the strange and alien plants he’d gathered over the years.

He’d collected you much the same way, once nothing more than a go for, a messenger who he enjoyed seeing. Until he could no longer bear to see you go, wondering when he would see you next. If he ever saw you again at all. So he took you, just as he did his plants. Pulling rank to have you reassigned to his conservatory. Where you’d expressed a good deal of knowledge about plants. He was certain it had been the right move as you had seemed to grow into the role naturally.

He’d even made changes for you. Something he’d done for no others. Such as adding several water features with live animals. It made the place hum with new life. Mortarion would watch you buzz from one task to another, bust like a bee. It was how he took to calling you his honeybee. His sweet little bee.

As he pondered, the last words you spoke to the primarch bounced around his head.

‘They reminded me of you when I saw them.’ You said, offering him the gifts. His hands brushing yours not so accidentally as he took them. Lingering a moment longer than was strictly necessary.

‘Is that so?’

‘Yep.’

‘And why is that?’

Your cheeks had tinged pink with a blush and it made him smile under his mask.

‘They just have a nice meaning.’ You told him quickly and ducked away to go prune some fruit trees.

His mind raced, a blue orchid, and a red rose. His mind pulled up the meaning of these plants but he was sure he must have misremembered. He’d gone to his study to find his old book about gifting plants and the symbolism of the colors and species.

He hadn’t misremembered. In fact he’d been spot on.

Orchids, the book had said, were a flower that could be symbolized by love, desire and sexuality. But could also be symbols of good luck, harmony, good health and good fortune. They were blue however. The rarest color form of orchid was blue and they were unique.

On its own the orchid wasn’t a dead give away and he could have pondered the meaning of it for a long time, with still no confidence to act.

But the roses. His hearts fluttered again. Roses had many meanings, all of which had multiple meanings. But red was impossible to mistake when given as a gift. They weren’t the pink of gratitude, or the yellow of friendship or even orange which could mean fascination.

You’d mentioned the meaning specifically when giving them to him.

And red, or at least in rose language, was meant to represent devotion, passion, romance, desire, and true love. It was a lover’s flower. Given to him by the one he loved so ardently it hurt.

He came back to himself as raindrops began to pelt the roof and shake him from his recollection. He stood lifting the potted plants and taking them to a place of prominence in his conservatory. Where all would see them and admire them.

He waited for you to return today. His thumb caressing the petal of the rose. Imagining it was your lip, soft and supple as you lay under his body.

He’d gone without his armor, only a mask to aid in his breathing.

HIs hands reached for a spade as he shook the images of you from his mind.

Instead he focused on his plants and their needs. Caring for them. Just as he would care for you. If you were his.

His mind continued to stir as he continued to plant, turning soil so that his lovely roses would be able to grow into a magnificent bush.

Would your love grow that way? Blooming as it took root and grew into something more.

The door to the flower garden opened and he heard you approach. He wondered if he should find you and confront you about the flowers you’d chosen.

He decided to let you work for a bit. Hoping beyond all hope that he wouldn’t scare you away. You were perhaps his only real chance at love.

He looked up at the glass windows high above and watched as the rain that fell in sheets across the glass.

The rose was planted and watered.

He would go find you now.

You had been trimming dead leaves from a butterfly bush. Helping so that hopefully the new growth would have a chance.

Mortarion had even said that he would let you have some butterflies to liven up the space once he was able to source them.

On the outside he was often grumpy. But inside you knew he was hurting. Despite that he took your help in the conservatory graciously and was kind to you.

Your hand stroked over one of the bicolored flower stocks. The purple and orange enchanting you.

Your mind drifted to the feeling of his hands on yours and the even rarer case of his hand on your back as he sometimes did to direct you.

They were so big, they’d easily be able to hold you. Easily cover your body as he… it felt like your face caught fire it got so warm.

You wished you could have just told him you loved him outright. But if he didn’t feel the same you ran the risk of his sending you away. Of him replacing you as his assistant and maybe.. Falling in love with the next one.

It hurt so bad to think about that you almost dropped your clippers. No, you would give him flowers, and keep the secret of your love in your heart. Where it would grow with every passing day till it consumed your whole self. LIke mint left unchecked, spreading to every corner of the garden that was your body.

“You’re here early.” The sound of his voice shocked you and you did drop your clippers. He reached out and snatched them, lightning quick despite his size. His font was pressed to your back and the heat of Mortarion’s body chased away the chill you’d gotten from the rain coming in.

“Yes. Thank you.” You turned to look up at him, slotting your clippers into your tool belt.. Eyes wide and warm.

“I was hoping to see where you put the plants I gave you.”

Mortarion nodded. “I just finished planting the rose.

HIs hand found its way to your back. GUiding you along and warming you. It felt nice and it made another wave of very unprofessional things come to mind.

He led you to the main display, which had been empty while the primarch decided what he wanted to put there. You gasped when you saw the rose. It was planted in the main display.

“I am still trying to find the best place to put the orchid. But I assure you it will be a main attraction as well. It is too beautiful to be off in some corner. Things that are beautiful should be seen and appreciated.”

His eyes were on you as he said the last part. Of course you didn’t see as you were breathless about how much he had enjoyed the gifts.

Mortarion swallowed and knelt next to you, even then he was an inch taller than you.

“I need to ask you something. And I want you to be honest with me.”

You turned to face him, his yellow green eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah of course Mortarion, what up?” You felt unusually nervous.

“Why did you pick these blooms?” He asked seriously.

You told him you wouldn’t lie.

“If I’m honest with you, and you don’t like my answer..will you make me leave?”

Your eyes got a bit blurry as you pictured going back to your old life. Running messages and being yelled at for things that were in them despite them not being your fault. Or even worse, going back to a life without him. You didn’t want to lose any of what this place had to offer, but losing him might as well have been the same as dying.

“You will not. I promise you. You are far too important here to be rid of without serious cause.”

You nodded, slightly comforted.

“I got them for the meanings they hold.”

“ANd you know what they mean. Do you not?”

“I do.”

Mortarion figured as much, but his hearts were racing, he needed to hear you say it.

“Did you mean it? When you gifted me these plants knowing what they symbolized?”

“I did.” You brushed your hand over your arm. Certain you’d at the very least be laughed at. Who were you to make moves on a primarch of all people? You looked away. Mortarion was trembling.

You meant it. You really meant it.

His finger touched the bottom of your chin and turned you back to face him. His other hand came up to remove his mask. “I love you too.” He said softly.

Your jaw dropped and you were at a loss for words for a moment.

“You do?” You practically shouted.

Mortarion smiled. “I do.”

He took your hands and held them close to his chest. “Will you be mine, Honeybee?”

Your eyes widened and tears of joy dripped from your eyes. “Of course.”

You leaned in and kissed him.

Mortarion wrapped his arms around you. Your lips were every bit as loft and warm as he’d imagined on all those cold and lonely nights.

You stayed in each other’s embrace for a long minute, kissing one another with as the longing you’d both possessed.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.” You told him with a very dopey smile on your lips. Mortarion found himself falling in love all over again as he saw it and met it with one of his own.

“As have I.” the primarch told you.

“Well that and a few other things.” You admitted pressing your forehead to his.

“Such as?” He pressed, wondering if you were as desirous of him as he was of you.

Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, you supposed.

“Things like feeling your hands on me. Or being laid down on the soft moss carpets in the other room and taken by a big handsome primarch…one like you.”

It was Mortarion’s turn to look at you, jaw dropped.

“Unless you don’t want to or don’t feel that way.” You amended quickly.

Mortarion just chuckled and kissed you again. He’d had that same fantasy, of taking you on the mossy ground next to the main water feature as the high waterfall crashed into the water below swallowing your cries so only he’d be able to hear you.

He pulled away slowly.

“There are many places in this conservatory I’ve daydreamed about teaching you a new way to ‘pollinate’ a flower.”

Your stomach did a little flip and you leaned into him.

“Well I always want to learn more. I’d be happy to learn whatever you will teach me.”

Mortarion stood and scooped you up into his arms. He had just the place.

He’d waited so long to have you. To love you. And now that you were his he was feeling rather uncharacteristically impatient to show you just how much he longed for you.

In the room with a pond of fish he’d had made for you, really he wondered how you hadn’t known he’d loved you sooner, there was an old willow, it was currently in bloom.

He took you under its branches. They draped around the tree like a skirt and completely blocked the view of the trunk from the rest of the room.

Mortarion set you down and kissed you again. “I would like to have you, fully. If that is amiable to you.”

“It is. I’ve had many daydreams under this tree.” You giggled.

“As have I.” He agreed. “I will start this, so that you know what I have to give you, and if it is not to your liking, I will understand.” There was an undeniable air of sadness about the statement but you couldn’t imagine not liking him in any capacity.

He raised his shirt and pulled it off. He was leanly muscled but very defined and your hands immediately went to his chest. He continued with his pants. Pulling them down to reveal his pale body in all its glory.

You were struck by how stark yet beautiful he was, not a single bit of hair on him aside from the long white locks on his head.

He stood waiting for your judgment.

You gave it readily. “You’re beautiful Mortarion. I’ve never seen anything like you. And I don’t think I ever will anywhere else. Your body is perfect to me. In all of its aspects.”

Your hands ran down his form, touching him in a way he’d thought he’d only experience in dreams.

“Then you are not repulsed by me?” The pale giant asked.

“No, I really like it.” You assured him immediately.

You took a step back as he knelt again waiting. Your hands tugging your shirt up, he reached out to unclip your belt of tools, setting them aside. He eyed your chest as you tossed the shirt over with his clothes and began on your pants. Pushing them down.

You were left standing almost naked before him in only a bra and panties.

His hands went to your hips and his mouth found your throat kissing the tender skin and making you shiver with delight.

You hooked your finger into your panties pushing them down and letting them fall.

Mortarion grabbed you, pulling you down into his lap as he sat.

He ran his hands up and down your body learning every curve and dip.

When his hands came back up you back he gently unclipped the bra. You pulled it away. Mortarion drew in a breath. You were the stunning thing in this conservatory, he was certain of that. And you were his, all his to have and hold and love.

He patted his lap. “Turn for me?” You did, sitting with your back to his chest as he reached down to stroke your damp lips. “You're absolutely breathtaking.” He sighed, rubbing the rough pads of his fingers over your impossibly soft pussy. Loving every inch of it as he did.

One finger probed your entrance and, finding it plenty wet, slid the finger in.

The action drew a moan from you and your head fell back on his shoulder. Letting him work. The finger brushed over a few sensitive spots, the primarch was watching, learning from each gasp and adjusting till he had you writhing in his lap from pleasure wrought by his own hands.

Every squeak or sound of satisfaction made him work his hand a bit harder. “I can take another.” You panted, yearning for more of him inside you. He gave it. His ring finger joined the middle and stretched you out more as he continued to observe, halting at any sign of pain, and waiting till you were comfortable before starting again. It was a process of stop and start that had you half mad with need. Once he mistook a sharp inhale of pleasure for pain and you almost screamed not to stop.

Whether he realized it or not his care for you was causing the worst case of edging you’d ever experienced. Drool dripped down from the corner of your mouth. Your head lulled to the side and a soft whine bubbled up from somewhere inside you.

“Please, just like that. Don’t stop.” Mortarion pressed a kiss to your forehead, happy to keep it up.

“How are you feeling my Honeybee?”

“Close.” You told him honestly.

“I want to feel you come.” He peppered a trail of kisses from your face, down your neck and nibbled your shoulder.

That sent you over the edge. You came hard on his fingers, and he worked you through it, steady and comforting.

His finger left you and he brought them up to his lips, he licked the juices off. The flavor made his cock all the harder. You slid from his lap, turning around to face him.

You reached for his cock and he stiffened. No one had touched him this way before.

He knew how this should work. Buth knowing and doing were two separate things.

He watched you stroke his cock curiously. Your eyes fixed on his as you bite your lip. It made him want to jump you. And as nice as it felt to have you touching him, he wanted me.

“I would like to have you, to fill you.” He rasped, his voice getting a bit hoarse. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“Please.”

He raised you back up into his lap as it felt right.

Lining up his leaking cock with your leaking pussy he was hopeful that it would suffice for making things easier.

It did, as big as he was compared to you, he pushed in and met no resistance. You’d been ready since you’d last cum. As good as it was, it wasn't enough, you wanted more.

Letting your weight aid you, you speared yourself on his cock till you couldn’t fit a single bit more. He was longer than he was thick, but that wasn’t much of an issue given the fact that even being on the thinner side it was still more than enough to stretch you. Putting mind numbing pressure on all those delicious places inside you.

“Will it be sufficient for the task at hand my Honeybee?” He breathed, his own head a bit fuzzy from the perfect warmth wrapped around his cock.

“Absolutely. Fuck even your cock is perfect.”

He hugged you close and pressed his face into your shoulder.

You both sat like that, intimately embraced and ready to finally make good on a fantasy you’d both had countless times.

You moved first, using your footing on the grassy earth to raise yourself up and then drop.

Mortarion's hands swiftly went to your ass and hips, helping you to move.

It was everything he’d reamed and so much more.

Soon enough your efforts were taken over by your lover, he raised you with ease and pushed you back down onto his cock with fervor.

That was just fine with you though. You kissed him deeply and allowed him to explore your mouth as he fucked you.

“Damn it all. Why didn’t I tell you sooner?” He asked with a bitter little laugh.

“Great question.” You told him moaning as his cock kissed your cervix gently. “I should have told you as soon as I realized.”

“And when was that?” The primarch asked.

“That first week I worked with you.”

Mortarion cursed in a language you couldn’t understand.

“We might have been married by now if that was the case.” He felt like such a fool, for the last few years you’d both been a source of love and light in each other's lives.

“I suppose we’ll have to make up for all that lost time then.”

Mortarion moaned and hugged you tight again, thrusting his hips up into you.

You came again, the already wet slap of skin becoming even wetter.

Mortarion fucked you a minute longer. His body grew hotter and the coil in his belly winding tighter as he got ready to cum inside someone for the first time. It was completely different from his hand. The thrusts grew sloppy and he groaned as he came. Pushing into you to make sure not a drop was wasted.

Mortarion laid back in the grass under the willow, you rested on his chest as his cock slipped out. You were both spent. But very satisfied.

“I love you Mortarion.” You yawned quietly.

He smiled, it was genuine and warm and he’d never smiled like it before, it felt good to smile that way.

“I love you too, Honeybee.”

[babyrdie]

please- this kinda gives Achilles, Deidamia, and Neoptolemus vibes

I lowkey might draw this (if I ever get around to it😭)

Bro 😭😭

Damn that prophecy about the Achaeans NEEDING Neoptolemus to win the war…he's always described as such a sweet child before he actually takes on the duties of a soldier. I kind of wonder how he could have been a child like any other if Achilles hadn't died (which made Deidamia stressed about her son dying like him and Neoptolemus obsessed with being like him) and the Achaeans didn't need him. He became such a cruel person at such a young age…exposed to things that adults shouldn't be exposed to, let alone people so young (his dad too, Achilles was a teenager in the first years of war. Damn, even Deidamia! The way she is afraid of being a widow and childless in Posthomerica is heartbreaking).

But yeah, sadness aside, considering Achilles is the strongest Achaean soldier… dude could definitely easily carry Deidamia AND Neoptolemus at the same time even as a teenager (considering baby Neoptolemus is mainly while both Deidamia and Achilles are teenagers). Neoptolemus would absolutely be ENCHANTED by this, if he's already so enchanted with Achilles in canon just from what he's heard about him…imagine if he grew up ACTUALLY seeing him. If I'm not mistaken, Achilles' prophecy was about dying old, but being forgotten, if he didn't go to Troy… I think this doesn't necessarily imply that he'll lose his demigod abilities, I imagine it just implies that he won't have great feats (using his strength and agility to carry his asleep wife and son and help, who knows, move the cattle from one place to another isn't exactly a great feat in the context of Greek mythology) or won't be recognized by them. So yes, I imagine Achilles being a strong dad!

[gnomeonamelon]

Benefit of a time skip: I get to do fun new things with the characters!!

While Estelle would be 10-12 at the time of the Trials of Apollo, I imagine this design to be a good bit older, around 16.

Backstory, design notes, and all the good stuff below:

Backstory:

In the years after preventing the apocalypse^3, Ash finds young people with the potential to learn magic and walk the line that she does between pantheons. She takes them under her wing, teaching them what she can and helping them find teachers for their individual skillsets.

Ash noticed Estelle and her potential very early on. On the day they met (Estelle was about four), the child pointed out her back tattoo to Percy and his family even through Ash was using particularly strong coating of Mist to hide it from Sally's clear sight. Estelle has the strongest clear sight of any mortal, demigod, or magician she's ever met, she's never been fooled.

Of course, Sally and Paul don't want their daughter going on any quests. Ash promises them that, if she decides she wants to learn magic, it will be treated as an extracurricular activity, and she will be firmly out of the action.

This lasts until she finds a god on her doorstep. She can pretend she's sleeping over at a friend's house for a little jaunt to Indiana... right?

Design:

While Percy and Estelle look a lot alike, I think it's strange that she (and Paul) are described to look a lot like Poseidon. I decided to change her salt and pepper hair to a dark brown and her sea green eyes to either a more standard green as a reference to canon!Percy's eyes or brown as well.

Abilities:

She summons her extra arms through the ᛗ/ Mannaz rune (meaning augmentation and support). What her arms feel like and their physical strength depends on what material/ deck of runes she uses to make or summon them. She has both stone and metal runes, although she favors her metal deck.

I'm sure this comes as no surprise, but Percy was the one to teach her to swordfight. When it comes to dual wielding, incorporating magic into sword fighting, as well as some other more general magician things, Annabeth's cousin Julian taught her (although they didn't know he would be the same Julian when Ash pitched the idea).

She has a sword collection- everything from celestial bronze to bone steel, khopesh to gladius. She even has a half celestial bronze, have mortal steel one that makes Percy really uncomfortable.

As its uncommon among magicians, Amos Kane (the Chief Lector) helped refine Estelle's storm magic. Percy was certainly surprised when Estelle showed him the first time <3.

Role in the story:

Instead of Percy, Estelle is the one that opens the door and attempts to defend the group from plague spirits (Sally's driving them to camp). Through the power of masking, they do fare better against the monsters than canon!Percy on that front and Estelle's able to use the power of storm wind to help break them up but it was covid instead of the common cold.

Estelle and Sally head home to quarantine for a while just in case while the dynamic duo head to camp. She doesn't come back until the end of The Hidden Oracle to once again replace Percy.

She also ends up sneaking along to Indiana behind Apollo and Rachel, only revealing herself when it's too late to send her home by herself (like the gremlin she is). She does very well for and has a blast doing it until the Hunters of Artemis (including Ash and Thalia) appear. This whole adventure definitely gets her grounded.