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darthkvznblogs · 3 years ago

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From His Vantage Upon the Moon #1

Thor, Doctor Strange, and the Olympians

(MCU x Percy Jackson and the Olympians x Supergiant Games' Hades)

It's rather bad form for a visiting god not to check in with the local deities; Thor's already missed two visits, so he really oughta visit Mount Olympus - though in his defense, being cast out by Odin really shouldn't count. Fortunately, Doctor Strange is willing to play mediator between the typically fickle pantheons.

(From His Vantage upon the Moon is a collection of one-shot stories set in the Kryptonverse, an MCU based crossover universe including over 16 franchises so far. You can find the original work here, but I'll also be posting each short story here on Tumblr, too! If you like what I do, and would like to support me, you can find me on Ko-fi!)

“Are you entirely certain you wish to accompany me, Sorcerer?” –Thor asks, raising an eyebrow as they stand just outside the Empire State Building. Despite the fact that they’re in street clothes, Thor’s outrageously chiseled physique keeps drawing quite a few lascivious gazes, much to Stephen’s chagrin.

“Were it truly up to me, I’d be happy to let you make a fool of yourself.” –he drawls. “My duties, however, require me to mediate your reunion.”

Thor hums. “I don’t recall requiring a mediator during my last visit.” –he grouses. “The Lords of Olympus were quite amenable to our brief presence on Midgard back then.”

“That was then, and this is now. Earth has changed quite a bit in your absence.” –Strange argues. “The Olympians and their demigod children, in particular, have suffered through quite a bit of turmoil in the past few decades – particularly so in the last five years. Compounded with the thinning of the Mist, they’re bound to be wary of anyone outside their immediate circle of trust. Even if you were a friend.”

“Ah. I see.” –Thor mutters. “Strange, is it not? Their own troubles, Loki’s betrayal and the bandit rampage throughout the Nine Realms...we’ve had centuries of peace, and now this. So much has happened in so little time.”

Strange sighs. “I’m afraid this could just be the beginning. But this isn’t the time for that.” –he says. “Let’s hurry along. You have an invasion to repel.”

The god and the sorcerer walk into the building. A security guard stands beside the elevator – less a person and more a magical security measure meant to dissuade mortals (and even some demigods) from entering the gods’ abode. The guard recognizes Strange, though, and merely waves him into the elevator – though not before shooting Thor a vaguely hostile look.

“Odd custom, this.” –Thor notes, as Strange punches in their destination – floor 600. “Moving their home around so often – seems rather a hassle. What’s wrong with the original Mount Olympus?”

“The Olympians like to chase the most powerful nations around, eager for worship as they are. Right now, America’s at the top of the food chain.” –Strange retorts. “Though I hear they’re considering moving back to Greece as part of their big PR strategy. This part of the world is getting rather crowded, rather fast – and Greece could certainlyuse the tourism it’d bring, once they reveal themselves to the world.”

“I remember their strange worship-sustenance, yes.” –Thor recalls as he raises an eyebrow. “Have the mortals truly forgotten us?”

Strange shakes his head. “It’s not like that. Your kind may have become myths, but we still retell them in many forms. That being said, very few people believe in the gods – and I’m not entirely certain that they think of you as you truly are. You and your kin, in particular, have drawn some rather nastyfollowers in the past century or so.”

Thor winces. “Jane mentioned as much, during my brief stay. Something about ‘perfect Arian men’.” –he mutters, disheartened. “Hatred and fear twist the minds of gods and mortals alike. Such it has been as long as I’ve lived.”

“Well, that’s what we’re here for. It’s up to us to set the record straight.” –Stephen says.

Thor nods as the elevator dings, opening to the golden gates and pristine marble of Olympus. “Aye, that we are.”

The duo make their way forth, magically changing into their mystical regalia. Lesser gods and nature spirits look on in surprise and curiosity as Thor cheerfully greets them, giggling nymphs and naiads huddling into gossiping circles. The throne room sits atop a small cliff, like the Parthenon in Athens, overlooking the entire realm and the hazy mortal world, barely visible below.

When they enter, Strange can’t help but be surprised; it’s been maybe a month since he was last on Olympus, and yet he can barely recognize the figures sat on each of the thirteen thrones, each of them at least thirty feet tall – the only exception being the hooded figure of Hestia, placidly sat within the flames of the hearth in the middle of the room.

“Venerable Lords and Ladies of Olympus.” –Stephen half bows. “The Mighty Thor, Firstborn of Odin, God of Thunder, Strength, and Fertility, would request an audience of you.”

The god at the head of the Pantheon leans forward. King Zeus looks very different – his skin is a few shades darker than Strange remembers, closer to the olive tones of the Greek, and his more or less sensible black hair and beard have dramatically changed to become cloud-like in appearance, billowing in the ever-present wind of the divine mountaintop. Gone, too, is his perfectly tailored suit – he is clad in a golden toga, accented in white, and a plethora of rings adorn his hands, one of which casually holds the Master Bolt. A crown of stylized lightning sits atop his head. “Master Sorcerer.” –he greets, his voice booming like distant thunder. “And the Lord Thor. Welcome to Olympus.”

“Do forgive the lack of appropriate fanfare in your reception.” –Queen Hera says, beside him, snow-white robes adorned with a golden belt and peacock feathers, sprouting like a corona behind her head. “Dragging our family together for such an impromptu visit proved a more difficult endeavor than we anticipated.”

The thirteenth god scoffs, at Zeus’ left. Lord Hades crosses his arms, ashen-skinned, bushy-bearded, and much more muscular than Strange remembers him – perhaps the most visually different of them all. A crown of burning laurels, matching his flaming feet, compliments his blood-colored chiton, and precious stones of all kinds adorn his hands and arms. “Then perhaps you should have done with the few of you who were already present, Sister Hera. Blood and Darkness, but this is a waste of my time.” –he curses, leering at their guests with black and red eyes. “Curse the day your spawn so nobly decided to include me in these affairs, Poseidon.”

Poseidon, at least, Stephen recognizes. Physically, Percy’s father looks the same as before, for some reason – even though his clothes have also regressed to what must’ve been his ancient looks. He smirks at his older brother. “We won’t keep you from your lovely family for long, Brother.” –he says, trying to placate the wrathful Lord of the Underworld. “But this is important.”

“Loathe as I am to agree with Lord Poseidon, rekindling our bonds with King Odin and his kin upon Asgard is paramount among our short-term priorities, Lord Hades.” –Athena grudgingly admits. Hades scoffs, sulking back into his throne. The virgin Goddess of Wisdom and War turns to Thor. “And I sense Lord Thor is eager to make amends for his unannounced visit and battle, earlier this year.”

Thor grins. “Indeed, Lady Athena. Though the mortals bid us worship once, Asgard recognizes Olympus’ sovereignty upon Midgard. King Odin sends his regards – and his firstborn, to aid in the protection of your world in whatever way you deem necessary.” –he says.

Zeus and Hades share a knowing look that has Strange wincing internally – they must know something about Thor that the Asgardian himself doesn’t. “There is no transgression to apologize for. And you’re allowed free transit in our domains, fellow Thunderer.” –Zeus declares, amiably enough. “Though grateful for the All-Father’s offer, we do not hold you to our service. You’ve decided to shoulder enoughresponsibilities to humanity already.”

“Your brother, I assume he is no longer a threat?” –Athena asks, narrowing her stormy grey eyes.

Thor’s smile falters. “No, he isn’t. I come fresh off his sentencing – he will live out his many, many days in our dungeons. This, I feel, does require an apology.”

“Family is a difficult matter at the best of times, Thor.” –Lady Demeter says, glaring coldly at the King of Olympus. “You have our condolences for Loki’s turn to madness.”

“Thank you, Lady Demeter.” –Thor bows. Stephen worries, despite himself, at the hint of pain in his voice.

“Madness or not, I envied your ability to challenge it alongside the mortal champions, unbound by our ancient laws as you are. Will you go join them now, in the bloodshed about to unfurl?” –Ares wonders, blood-red irises keen to see the Asgardian in action.

Thor nods curtly, his jaw set. “Indeed, Lord Ares. I do not mean to cut our meeting short, but I must aid my brothers and sisters in battle.”

“Oh, how boring.” –Aphrodite laments. Hers is the most eye-turning makeover of all – if only because she’s fully nude, pink-skinned as the day she rose from Ouranos’...remains. Only her flowing, rosy Godiva hair allows her any modesty – and even then, it’s tremendously inconsistent. Intentionally, Strange must assume. “It’s all doing battle with you warrior types. Here I thought you’d come back to see that pretty little mortal you fancied.”

Thor clears his throat. “That, uh...that is a bonus, yes.” –he admits. “But protecting the world takes priority.”

Zeus nods, approvingly – a little bit hypocritically, Strange feels, considering how hands-off the Olympians can be. “So it does, Odinson. Go with our blessing – and do join us for a spot of Nectar and Ambrosia soon. We have a few thousand years of history to catch up on, after all.”

#from his vantage upon the moon #kryptonverse #fanfiction #fanfic #crossover #hades game #percy jackson #pjo series #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #thor #doctor strange #ko fi link #ko fi

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buckyodinson · 5 years ago

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Poetry (AU!Oberyn Martell x fem!Reader)

Request based on this prompt from @ghostofthebarricade : I just thought of a Modern!AU Oberyn x Reader where the reader has a toddler daughter from a previous relationship who can‘t pronounce Oberyn‘s name properly so she just ends up calling him Obyn or Byn (Beaaaaaaaaan). And he ends up calling her little Bean…

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Much like the Javi fic, I’d like to preface this by saying I’ve never watched Game of Thrones, and know next to nothing about Oberyn other than what I’ve seen in Instagram edits, or other writing. Hopefully the Modern!AU worked in my favour here???

(D/N = daughter’s name)

You owned a small book store in your town, and it was there that you met Oberyn. He came in one morning, asking whether you had any poetry. You showed him to the shelves that contained the poetry you stocked, and left him there, telling him to give you a shout if he needed anything else.

You walked back to your desk, straightening a few books on the way there. Once you were sat back at your computer, you couldn’t help but steal glances at the man as he inspected the shelves. He was dressed very smartly, and seemed well-educated. He had an accent that you couldn’t quite place, but in the brief exchange you’d shared, you’d quickly determined it to be very attractive.

In your peripheral, you saw him approaching your desk, so you studied your computer screen more intently, hoping he didn’t notice you watching him. He placed three books on the counter and smiled at you once you looked up at him, “Could I trouble you for your opinion?” His voice was like honey and you felt heat rising across your face.

“Of course, how can I be of help?” You beamed at him.

“I like to write poetry in my spare time, but as of late, I’ve had no inspiration and I was wondering, if you had to recommend one of these to inspire me, which would you choose?” He gestured to the three books he placed in front of you.

You looked down at the books and your smile softened when you caught sight of the book in the middle, “This one, for sure. All three are beautifully written, but personally, I find these to be the most charming. I actually read these poems to my daughter. I doubt she understands them, but she sleeps well if I read one to her. I even have to make sure I pack the book when she stays at her dad’s, or she won’t go to bed!” You pick the book up and run your finger up and down the spine lovingly before handing it back to him, blushing and internally cursing yourself for talking about your ex to this random guy.

“I’ll take it, then! How old is your daughter, if I may ask?” His inquisitive eyes shine as he smiles.

“She just turned 3.” You gesture towards a photo on the wall behind you, as you process the book through the register.

“That’s us dressed as Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum from Alice in Wonderland, for World Book Day.” You smile as you look at the photo and remember all the people who came into the store that day and complimented the pair of you.

“Good costume choice, she looks just like you! It’s a lovely photo. I take it she loves books?”

“I guess she hasn’t really got a choice with me as a mother!” You joke and he chuckles.

“I bet you’re a wonderful mother. I’d have loved to have been read to all the time when I was younger.” His genuine smile makes you blush as you give him his total and he gives you the money.

“That’s very sweet of you to say, thank you. Maybe one day you’ll be reading your poetry to your own kids?” Your whole face lit up as you gave him his bag.

“Maybe…”

“Well, have a lovely day! And I’d love to read your poetry one day, if you don’t mind sharing it, that is? I bet it’s lovely.”

“Thank you. And perhaps I’ll stop by some time and let you read it.”

“I’d like that…” he gave you a small wave when he walked out the door and down the street.

You took a deep breath and picked up the two books he’d left behind, walking to place them back on the shelf, “Get a hold of yourself… he’s a complete stranger who came in to buy a book, don’t be an idiot.” you whispered to yourself. But when you reached the shelf to place the first of the books back, you saw a business card poking out between two books. Your eyebrows knitted together as you pulled it out and saw the generic business details printed, but also a mobile number handwritten on the back. You quickly put the books back and walked back to your computer, typing in the name on the card.

Oberyn Martell.

You hit search, and his face appeared, as well as a small biography. He was the son of a wealthy oil proprietor from down south. That shocked you, but when you read more, you found he could be considered the black sheep of the family - or white sheep, depending on how you looked at it. While his family were in the limelight, he led a quieter life, choosing to spend his wealth on charities, rather than splashing it on private jets and mansions. He supports several charities that deal with children who are displaced by war, and several LGBT+ charities (much to his family’s chagrin). The more you read about Oberyn, the more fascinated you grew over him, wondering what compelled him to stop in your little book store today.

You looked back at the business card, and turned it over to see the mobile number he’d scrawled on the back. You grabbed your phone and added him to your contacts, but the chime of the bell above your door alerted you to a customer, and you put your phone away before you had a chance to send him a message.

The store gets a little busier as the afternoon hits, and you don’t manage to get to your phone until later in the evening, once you’re home. When you finally sit down with a drink, you open your phone and the first thing that pops up is his contact screen. You smile and type him a message.

‘Is this the sweet-talking poet from this morning?’

You busy yourself with making dinner, dancing lightly around your kitchen when you spot your phone screen light up from across the room. You quickly grab your phone and stare at the message.

‘It sure is. I was beginning to worry you hadn’t seen my card. Or that you had, and had just thrown it in the trash.’

‘Never! I can’t pass up a poet, they’re a rarity these days. Especially if you’re planning on letting me read some of your work.’

‘Well, I’m glad you’re interested.’

You’re about to type back when you see the three little dots appear, and you wait for his second message to come through.

‘Forgive me if this is too forward, but would you like to go out for dinner with me some time?’

Your eyes widened when you read the text, but you quickly typed a reply,

‘I’d love that’

‘I’m free anytime after 6 all this week, D/N is with her dad visiting family this week.’

‘Perfect! I can pick you up from the store tomorrow, if that works?’

‘Sounds good to me!’

The next day, you were closing the shop when Oberyn pulled up to the pavement, and jumped out of the car to pull you into a hug, kissing you on the cheek. You blushed as he opened the passenger door for you, closing it once you were sat inside.

He took you for dinner at a restaurant in town, not overly fancy, but much more upmarket compared to the places you usually ate at. He told you all about his family, and you told him about your ex and your daughter, and he seemed very understanding. You chatted for hours, and you felt a real connection with him.

He dropped you home afterwards, kissing you on your doorstep before walking back to his car and driving away.

You fell for him quickly, and he was evidently enamoured with you too. You’d text constantly and he’d stop by the store often, bringing you flowers, or a small piece of poetry he’d written about you.

The big day, however, was the day you finally introduced him to your daughter. It had been just over a month of him coming to the store with little gifts, or something to eat from the bakery round the corner, and fancy dinners once or twice a week. Your daughter’s daycare was closed for the week because of some building work, so she was spending the week at the book store with you, being your little assistant.

He’d text you the night before to tell you he’d be stopping by, and you’d explained to her that she was gonna meet a new friend of yours at work, and she seemed happy enough at making a new friend.

You’d had a fairly quiet morning in the shop, D/N sat behind the counter with you all morning. If any customers bought anything, she’d give them a drawing to put in their bag when they left too. Most of your customers were regulars, who knew her very well so they all made a big deal about the little scribbles she would hand them, and you were so grateful because the smile on her face rarely wavered.

Oberyn turned up around noon looking very dapper. He waved at the pair of you as he walked in, and D/N waved back happily, simply whispering the word ‘prince’ to you. You think seeing someone dressed so smartly was a new thing for her, as she’d only ever really seen men dressed like that in princess cartoons. It made you giggle as he walked over, and you thought to yourself that he did actually look like a prince. He brought cupcakes for the both of you, and even a cute little set of gel pens for D/N, which she was very excited about.

“D/N, this is my new friend I told you about, remember?” You sat her on your lap as you pointed at Oberyn.

“Yes!” She squealed as she took a bite of her cupcake.

“Hi D/N. My name is Oberyn, it’s very nice to meet you. Your mother has told me lots about you.” He held a hand out and after a nudge from you, D/N reached her own out. Oberyn gently took her hand, and placed a kiss on her knuckles, before bowing as if she were royalty. This produced a giggle from the young girl, who smiled brightly up at Oberyn.

She tried to say Oberyn a few times, unsuccessfully, before simply settling for “Byn!”

“Is that what you wish to call me? Byn?” He chuckled at her attempts and she nodded her head enthusiastically.

“As you wish! But only if I can call you Bean?” He countered, raising an eyebrow comically, and D/N giggled yet again.

“Okay!” She happily carried on her drawing, now with her new pens, while you and Oberyn chatted.

Once it was time for Oberyn to leave, you leaned over the counter to give him a quick kiss, and D/N made a noise of disgust, which made you both chuckle.

“What do you say to Oberyn for the pens?” You smiled down at the drawings she’d done while you idly chatted away.

“Thank you!!” she practically shouted before handing him one of her drawings. It was mostly scribbles, but from the colours, Oberyn could see it was supposed to be him.

“Is this me?” His eyes went wide and he acted shocked, before holding it up next to his face, “It looks just like me! You’re so talented, Bean!” She laughed at the nickname again and reached her arms out to hug him. Oberyn looked at you, as if for permission, and you gestured for him to go ahead. He leaned forward and she wrapped her little arms around his neck, and he quickly picked her up and spun her around in a little circle, before slowing down. As he moved to put her back in her seat, she planted a big kiss on his cheek and you mimicked her earlier ‘ewww’ and she poked her tongue out at you, at which Oberyn laughed heartily.

“I must go, my doves.” He bowed dramatically again, “It was lovely to meet you, little Bean.” She gave him a massive grin in response.

She waved to him as he left the shop, promptly carrying on with her drawing.

“So, do you like Oberyn?” You asked her after a few minutes.

“Byn!!” Is all she said, but the smile on her face told you enough.

#oberyn x reader #oberyn martell x reader #oberyn x fem!reader #oberyn martell x fem!reader #pedro pascal x reader #au!oberyn

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beautifultypewriter · 4 years ago

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Okay, so I was originally saving this idea for when I made it to 1k followers, but I don’t think that’s going to be happening anytime soon, so this is happening now.

I really don’t want this blog to die and I feel bad about not posting, so I’ve decided to do

Ship Moodboards!

I’ve been having trouble writing lately and if I’m being honest, I don’t think I’m gonna have anything new anytime soon, so I wanna do this as a way to first of all, say thank you for being so patient with me, and to give some new content for you all. Also I think this will help get me into a creative headspace.

Anyway, I’m going to keep these open for a week, so you may request a ship moodboard from today, February 14th, until February 21st at 12pm EST.

If you’d like a ship moodboard then send me an ask that has a brief description of yourself (such as personality traits, likes, dislikes, hobbies, favorite color, and anything else you’d like me to know), along with the fandom you’d like, and whether you’d like to be shipped with a female or male character.

I’ve done ships in the past, but this is different as I won’t be writing a description, I’ll be making a moodboard with a total of 9 pictures. Due to this fact, I will be limiting the number of fandoms you can request to just one (sorry!).

If you have gotten a ship from me in the past, but would still like a moodboard then just let me know who I shipped you with previously and if you sent the original on anon, then a few things about yourself, so I can find the original ship and use it for inspiration. (Psst, if you didn’t like your original ship then you can send a description of yourself and see if you get someone else. Which is entirely possible, I am nothing if not inconsistent).

Here are the fandoms you can choose from (once again, I am limiting it to one fandom only):

So yeah. I’m excited to be doing this!

#ships #ship moodboard

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amarauder · 4 years ago

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Percy is a Boiled Egg (Part One) - Percy Jackson x Reader

004. percy is a boiled egg (part one)

PAIRING; Percy Jackson x Reader

REQUEST; "Are you nervous, love?"/ reader comes along in the son of Neptune quest and they fall in love

GODLY PARENT; Mars (reader is roman, ares in greek)

DATE; May 19th, 2020

WORD COUNT; 6467

WARNING; keep in mind that reader curses using food terms so you're not confused, also, because this is based so much off the book, I already have a disclaimer at the introduction part, but I just feel like it needs another one.

A/N; So, I basically wrote this whole thing in a day? Also, this is only part one because well, I needed to get something out and it's so long already. But I knew this request was going to be long so. It might be two parts, three parts, whatever. Anyway, this is not my best work but I like it. So... Also, I hope I didn't rush Percy's relationship with reader too much, especially considering they actually didn't introduce themselves. But here's the thing, I am probably going to go back and add in the war games part. (it will be in a flashback sort of thing though) I just kind of skipped over it because originally the one shot started after the war games but then I realized that the requester wanted some other things before that. So...

TRAILER; in which reader is forced to tag along on the quest.

REQUESTED BY; becca_unheart

Y/N was more pissed off than worried as she entered Camp Jupiter once again. It had been around two months of merely surviving on a quest, well, actually, two days of trying to complete the quest and the rest was just attempting to survive.

Her and a group of other idiotic demigods, while sprinkling in a few amazons only led to trouble. Y/N should have known that when she accepted the quest to find Jason Grace, but all she found was that the Gods had miraculously decided to stop talking to them, of course, right after their beloved Praetor left. Oh, and the only way she knew how to kill monsters was now apparently not working, despite it have continued on for millennias. But you know priorities.

"Come on, you pork chops," Y/N said as they crossed the Nile River, "I gotta give Renya the run down of the quest, and she's not gonna be happy. So I suggest you shower and get some sleep while you can."

The campers nodded and went their own way, with a chorus of thanks between them.

The walk to the Principa should have been calming, but Y/N was going to meet Renya at the Principa to tell her they had not found Jason Grace which was almost equivalent to a march of death.

But it seemed marching to her death had been too monotonous because when she got there Renya was already there gliding across the floor like an eagle about to grab it's prey. It made her stumble of her panic, she had expected Renya to be out and about, it would give Y/N some time to think about how she could try and make the situation seem better.

Fortunately, Hazel stood in front of Renya, along with a boy who looked around her age. Their time with Reyna would hopefully give her more time to think. It was odd seeing the two together, and Y/N wondered how the boy and Hazel had become acquaintances considering their age difference. Well, what she guessed was their age difference, they were facing Renya and the only thing she could point out was that he had dark hair and was tall. But boys don't usually grow until their late teens.

It wasn't until that Argentum and Aurum nuzzled against her hands did she turn her attention back to Renya.

Renya had never looked so relieved to see Y/N and it wavered her nerves for a second. But then her eyes flickered past Y/N and she saw no Jason Grace, and Y/N saw the corner of Renya's lips dip down again. "Y/N," Renya boomed, interrupting Hazel and causing both the boy and Hazel to look over at her, "It's about time you came home." Y/N opened her mouth to speak but Renya beat her to it, "We will discuss that matter later, as for now, there are more important things to discuss. Hazel take Percy outside, Y/N will join you both to Temple Hill and explain the legion. Good luck with the augury, Percy Jackson. If Octavian lets you live, perhaps we can compare notes... about your past."

Hazel and the boy, Percy Jackson, walked past her. She gave Hazel a smile, and studied Percy. He was rather cute considering his filthiness, he looked exhausted but managed to get out of Renya's wrath without collapsing. Y/N should have been impressed but all she got was an odd feeling about him, as if he was an omen, a quick warning, but she couldn't tell if it was a good one or a bad one.

The second they exited the Principa, Renya collasped in her chair, "No sign of Jason, then?"

"Nothing," Y/N replied after some hesitation, "It doesn't make sense Renya. No clues, no nothing. None of the amazons have seen him, or Lupa. It's almost as if he disappeared in thin air. But the Gods aren't talking to us, and it either has something to do with the monsters not dying or Jason disappearing... maybe even both."

Renya was quiet after her mini speech, but she didn't look shocked as if she had been expecting all of this but didn't want to admit it. Her silence made Y/N nervous. Holy Mars' chicken wings, Camp Jupiter just made her anxious in general.

"I, um," Renya started and then cleared her throat. It was when Y/N took a step closer did she realize that her Praetor had been close to tears. Y/N didn't know what to do, in normal circumstances, she would go up and comfort Renya. But Renya wasn't just anyone, she was her Praetor and she didn't know the guidelines for this protocol. Plus, what was she supposed to say? I'm sorry that Jason disappeared right when you guys were going to become a couple, even though it's illegal and I am not supposed to know that but basically the entire camp knows.

Fortunately, Renya calmed down during Y/N's mini panic attack and picked herself up, "Keep an eye on Percy Jackson, Y/N. There is... He is... I think he has something to do with Jason missing."

Y/N raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. That boy that she just saw has something to do with Jason? What was Renya going on about? "That doesn't make sense."

"He's lost his memory, Y/N."

"And?"

Renya hesitated before breathing out a sigh and gesturing for Y/N to come closer, "I've met him before. Back when I..." she trailed off and gave Y/N a look. Back when she had been working on Circe's Island. "Ya, before I became Praetor, I met him there. He's a Gracceus, Y/N. A son of Poseidon, a son of the big three, just like Jason."

Y/N sat down her heart pounding in her ears as her mind fluttered around thousands and thousands of different possibilities. Was Percy dangerous? Had the Gods sent him here on purpose? What were they trying to pull? Was Jason okay? Where was he? Was there a Greek legion just like them? Were they trying to send them a warning by kidnapping Jason?

"So, you're saying that Percy's Greek and-" Renya startled her by clapping a hand over her mouth, she hadn't even said it that loud!

"You have to be quiet about these things, Y/N. What if Octavian found out? Or worse, Percy."

So, Percy doesn't know he is a Greek demigod, and Renya thinks that is worse than Octavian finding out and killing everyone. Makes sense, obviously.

"Ya, priorities, right?" Y/N scoffed with a roll of her eyes once Renya took her hand off her mouth. "But explain to me what you know, so we are on the same page."

"Percy Jackson is a son of Poseidon and Jason is a son of Jupiter. They are both one of the only known sons of the big three." What about Nico and Hazel, Y/N thought, but just as she was about to open her mouth to ask she closed it. Hades had always been shunned away, maybe his children didn't count? "Percy has no memory but somehow has survived for sixteen years despite the fact that he is a son of Neptune-sorry, Poseidon-and has no markings on his wrist and just recently visited Lupa. What if the Greek demigods never went extinct after the war?"

The idea was so ridiculous that Y/N started to laugh. Her hysterical laughter was more like a panic attack, but Renya just sat her down. "There's no way Renya. No way. The Greeks went extinct after the war, they don't have their own legion. Percy probably just got really lucky and Jason may have gone looking for his sister, ya know? Remember the girl, Thalia, he used to always talk about."

"But Mount Othrys, we wouldn't have been able to take down Kronos' black throne without-"

"No," Y/N snapped at her, realization dawning on her like finding the answer to a previous question on a test after reading a new question. She got up before she would dive head first into Renya's conspiracy theories. "No, there's no way. There can't be."

"Just think about it."

"Why? To stress me out more?"

"No, because what if Jason's there?"

"And if Jason has no memory of us then we are absolutely, positively screwed."

"What? Why?"

"Renya, we do not have the resources right now for a war."

"Who said they would attack us?" Renya snapped back, hurt by her friend disclosing her idea before it had really even started.

"Well, we would. Who's to say they are any different?"

"If Jason was there... I would never, could never," Renya rambled on, her arms wrapping around her stomach. For a few seconds Y/N felt guilty. She knew she would never be able to fight, hell, kill demigods. But she had to nip this bud before it bloomed. False hope never led to anything good.

"I know, but Octavian would." Renya looked up as she said that, and before Renya could mention anything about Y/N running against Octavian for Praetor she left.

"Who's Jason?" she heard Percy ask Hazel before they came into view. It was a nice day, the sun warmed her up nicely and she fought against the urge to just drop down on the grassy area and just sun bathe, maybe forget about life for a while. She probably would have if Jason wasn't brought up.

Y/N and Jason had somewhat gotten along. She respected him and he respected her, but Jason had always been way too serious and had seemed to bring out a sobering part of her that Y/N hadn't even realized she had.

Before Jason had decided to be a little sardine and disappear on everyone, life had been great. She had been working up the ranks and finally had been just about to become apart of the Senate when Jason decided that the fifth cohort needed a different centurion. Jason had left the day after she was appointed the second centurion of the fifth cohort, which according to Jason was an honor but Y/N never believed him.

Besides that, Renya had been her best friend before he left. But now, she didn't know where they stood, not after that fight they had about Jason the day before he left. Y/N really didn't want to become centurion of the fifth cohort, they got the worst weapons, the worst bedding and bathing times. It had been more of an insult than a honor. But Renya had just mindlessly agreed with anything he said, like a lost puppy. It was ridiculous and Renya should have known that, but then he had to go and disappear, and now, Y/N regretted that fight more than ever.

Her and Jason Grace weren't on the best terms at the moment but that didn't stop her from snapping at the boy who was causing even more problems. Why was it always boys?

"No one," Y/N spat and started walking towards Temple Hill without checking to see if they were following.

Instead of cowering away like most of the campers did, all Percy said was, "You remind me of someone."

"Well, if they are anything like me then they must hate you a lot," Y/N growled and threw her hair up in a ponytail. It was knotted and greasy from lack of hygiene, but lack of hygiene had never been one of her top priorities on her quest, on any quest for that matter.

"You remember someone?" Hazel asked, "Who?" Y/N had almost forgotten he had lost his memory. Losing memories isn't common in a demigod life, but concussions were.

"My Mom," Percy said wistfully, then turned to Y/N, "She's not who you remind me of though. I don't know who that is."

Y/N nodded and rolled her eyes, then why did he even mention his Mom, "Have you always had memories of your Mother?"

"Ya, her names Sally and I remember some brief memories of when I was young but that's about it."

"Have you had him checked for a concussion yet, Hazel?" Y/N asked.

"No-"

"Why does it even matter," Percy moped, "I'm going to die thanks to Octavian anyway."

Y/N laughed, "Don't worry about him. Everyone is just stressed, no one is going to die."

"Ya," Hazel added with a teasing smile, "Besides Octavian has a soft spot for Y/N. I think that's why Renya sent her with us."

Y/N had just finished roll call when she saw Hazel skid into line. Fortunately, Dakota hadn't reached the end of his list of names and Hazel had made it just in time to squeak out, "Present!" The younger girl had nectar dripping off her fingertips and she had half a mind to go ask her if everything was okay before Octavian started.

"Colors!" he shouted and the standard-bearers stepped forward. Each drenched in lion-skin and poles with each cohort's emblem. When her cohort presented their own pole, Y/N flinched from embarassment. The stupid eagle was still missing, and Y/N would be damned if entire career at the fifth cohort went by without finding it.

Despite everyone snickering about the eagleless pole, Renya carried on, "Romans!" she called. "You've probably heard about the incursion today. Two gorgons were swept into the river by this newcomer, Percy Jackson. Juno herself guided him here, and proclaimed him as a son of Neptune."

Glancing up at Percy, she found herself shocked at his modesty. He had been led to Camp by a goddess, and not just any goddess, the queen of gods herself. Then, he managed to slash two gorgons, and merely raised his hand and said, "Hi."

Something fishy was going on. She couldn't name one guy who wouldn't flaunt this feat, even Jason had been one to brag about taking down Kronos' throne during dinners.

"He seeks to join the legion," Renya continued. "What do the auguries say?"

"I have read the entrails," Octavian announced, his eyes were locked on her form and Y/N almost stumbled back in surprise. She hadn't been expecting him to be looking straight at her when he said that. Before Y/N could turn to Dakota and see if he had noticed anything odd about that encounter too, even though it probably wouldn't have done any good, Octavian remarked, "The auguries are favorable. He is qualified to serve."

The campers all shouted, "Ave!" One kid in the third court screamed it so loud that Y/N stopped glaring holes into Octavian's head to look at him. Him and his friends had only snickered.

Renya gestured for the centurions to come forward and with a sigh, Y/N took a few steps forward with a roll of her eyes. How was she supposed to take this seriously when she was stuck in the fifth cohort?

It wasn't until Renya had glared at her did Y/N start to pay attention to what was going on.

Percy shifted. "Letters? Um, no."

Octavian smirked and wrinkled his nose. She noticed him glancing at her again and she scoffed, loudly. Octavian did a double take and it seemed that this had gotten the rest of the camper's attentions too because everyone was staring at her.

"Do you have anything to say for the fifth cohort, Y/N?" Octavian asked, his smile widening when everyone started to laugh.

Y/N glanced at Renya. She sighed and then looked at Percy, then sighed again, "I don't mean to interupt, Senior Centurion," Y/N mocked, Octavian's own eyes narrowing. If there was one thing in the world that Octavian wanted, it was to be Praetor. He wasn't yet and Y/N prayed to every God and Goddess there ever was that he would never become one. "But Juno did purposely lead Percy here, and if the Queen of Gods decides to take the time out of her day to bring Percy to us... Then, I mean, what better recommendation could you really want?"

Octavian fumed when murmured agreements were heard throughout the cohorts. Y/N looked at Percy, who was looking back at her with a type of sincerity that made felt her stomach flutter. Her hand subconsciously made it's way to brush back some of her hair that was still wet from the baths, and she noticed her cheek felt warm from under her fingertips. She was just thankful that she couldn't blush. (or, if you can then, She was just hoping that everyone took her embarrassment from all the attention she had received in such a short amount of time.)

"No letters," Octavian said regretfully and Y/N's mouth dropped open, appalled, "Will any legionnaires stand for him?"

"I will!" She heard Frank from behind her, "He saved my life!"

Almost immediately, there were shouts of protest from every cohort. Renya raised her hand for silence and glared daggers at Frank, "Frank Zhang, for the second time today, I remind you that you are on probatio. Your godly parent has not claimed you yet. You're not elgible to stand for another camper until you've earned your first stripe."

But before anyone could open their mouth to stand for Percy, Hazel took over, "What Frank means is that Percy saved both our lives. I am a member of the legion. I will stand for Percy Jackson."

However, other campers started to whisper between themselves again. Hazel was barely eligible. She had only gotten her first stripe a week or two ago, and her 'act of valor' had been more of an accident than anything.

It seemed Renya realized that too because she looked at Y/N for help, and once again Y/N sighed. "I will stand for Perseus Jackson." Y/N said, quietening everyone down to silence. Twice that day Y/N had stood up for Percy, it was enough to make rumors circle around. "I am not only a full member of the legion, but also a centurion. Perseus Jackson will be in good hands, if you do not accept Hazel's then accept mine."

Over the chaos that had ensued after he speech, she thought she heard Percy say, "It's Percy, not Perseus." But Y/N couldn't bring herself to care, especially when they had decided Y/N would be most eligible to stand for him.

Her chest burned as she stared at the idiot in front of her. Dakota and Renya glanced at each other uneasily out of the corner of her eye but she paid them no attention, Mike Kahale was the only thing on her mind. He was rolling his eyes as if no one's lives mattered except for the legions.

"Come on, L/N," he said after no one dared to say anything, "Why don't you calm down? Have some of Dakota's pathetic kool-aid."

"Hey," Dakota remarked looking appalled, "Leave the kool-aid out of this!"

"It's bologna! Octavian obviously killed her!"

"I could do for a bologna cheese sandwich right now," Someone that sounded suspiciously like Percy said behind her.

"Ya," Dakota remarked, "Y/N, your curse words always make me hungry."

Mike took another step towards her as if to try and intimidate Y/N. Her hand trembled beside her as she fought against the urge to punch him in the face. , "Don't make assumptions, L/N. You have no clue what you are talking about."

"Well, it's remarkable that the plium belongs to the first cohort, and Octavian had managed to lose his right before this happened," Y/N hissed as she turned to look at the man himself, "Did you drop it on the floor, or no let me guess. Did one of your stuffed bears hit Gwen with the plium?"

Octavian only stared at her silently, which only fueled her anger. How could he just stand there after he killed another camper? Shaking her head, she turned to Renya who looked to be on the verge of tears.

The sick feeling in her stomach worsened, and she felt as if she was about to throw up and scream at the same time.

She felt Mike brush against her as she walked over to Renya and whispered, "We all know you are upset just because I took your place in the senate and your place as centurion in the first cohort. How does it feel to step down to the fifth cohort, Y/N? I'm sure you are happy. Afterall, you are with your pathetic greek boyfriend."

Y/N froze, how does Mike of all people know about Percy's potential past? Did he overhear Renya? Oh gods, does Octavian know? She is going to die because of her stupid decision to stand for the fish prince.

"Well, are you?"

Just as Y/N was about to tackle Mike to the ground she felt a grip on her hand. It was Percy, who looked just as shocked to be holding her hand as she did. He quickly removed it and rubbed his neck, "Uhh, Gwen, I think that's her name, ya, Gwen is alive."

A flood of relief washed over her. But it didn't make sense, and soon the grief was back just as quick. Percy had to be wrong. She was dead, they had all seen her die. The medic had announced her dead. But all Y/N could manage was a, "What?"

He nodded and Y/N looked over to see Gwen looking as if she had never been dead in the first place. Her mind raced, and suddenly Y/N felt dizzy, as if she had been the one dying. She will be, if what she thinks is true.

"Who are you," Y/N hissed and grabbed his arm bringing him closer, "Who are you really?"

Percy looked completely alarmed by her sudden closeness and he shook his head wildly, "I'd tell you if I knew, honest."

She searched his eyes as if she would find the answers in there, but found none. They looked remarkably like the ocean, probably something to do with being the son of Neptune, or Poseidon, or... either one. Ugh, she was just so confused.

"Alright," Y/N said and took her grip off his arm, then reached for his hand instead to pull him away from the crowd,"I believe you, but I'm not sure everyone else will."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," Y/N paused for a second to get her bearings as to where the crowd ended and started, "It means that strange things are happening, Percy. And you seem to be in the middle of it. People are going to want to blame you. You show up with a goddess on your back who talks about a prophecy, defeated gorgons single handedly, and you have no memory what so ever, but still managed to live to sixteen years old without coming to camp. Plus, you are a son of Neptune which is never a good thing."

"Wait, wait," Percy said and stopped her from moving any further. But that meant they had to get very close to talk so no one else would hear. She couldn't really move to face him because of the amount of campers around, so it left Percy muttering in her ear. His breath felt so warm against her neck yet still managed to give her shivers, her hand throbbed from his contact, and she noticed he smelled distinctly of the ocean. It all somehow made her feel very calm and dizzy at the same time.

Her heart pounded in her chest, and it such a strange and unfamiliar feeling yet Y/N managed to feel comfortable the whole time. What was he doing to her? Was it a part of his powers he had inherited from Poseidon?

Y/N didn't think so, she had only felt like this when she was near Venus' children. Only this time it seemed to draw her in more and more until she would lose her train of thought.

When Percy turned to her, she realized he had been speaking the entire time. She turned to face him (the kid that had been blocking her finally moved) but was met by a disgruntled Percy. He was looking far in the distance as if sensing something. Y/N wondered what he was doing, but she didn't have time to think about it.

A thunderous voice rolled across the field: Death loses its hold. This is only the beginning.

Campers drew weapons. Hannibal trumpeted nervously. Renya's pegasus reared, almost throwing her off. Percy's hand squeezed hers tighter, almost like an attempt to ground her, but Y/N barely registered it. The voice angered her more than she could comprehend.

"I know that voice," Percy said. He didn't sound pleased. Y/N couldn't agree more, a visit from her Father was never a enjoyable experience.

An explosion boomed throughout the camp, close enough for Y/N to feel it but far enough to not catch fire. Everyone scrambled backwards as a huge soldier stepped out from the flames.

There stood Mars, weapons and all. Y/N only glared, but he didn't seem to notice her, he never had.

As everyone stepped back, Y/N stepped forward and it was only until she felt Percy's hand yank her back that she realized what she had been doing. Maybe drawing her in was part of being a daughter of Ares. Whatever it was didn't matter because a second later Frank knelt in front of him. Y/N followed suit as many other people had started too.

"That's good," Mars said. "Kneeling is good. it's been a long time since I've visited Camp Jupiter."

Y/N noticed that her hand had slipped from Percy's. It didn't matter too much as they barely knew each other and Y/N felt more embarrassment than anything for holding his hand for that long. What bothered her the most was that Percy remained standing. He was the only one not kneeling. His sword was still in his other hand, and he glared at Mars. Y/N yanked on his shirt as if to try to remind him to kneel next to her.

"You're Ares," Percy said. "What do you want?"

Oh Gods, Y/N thought, of all the times to pick to be Greek he had to choose now? Why, oh why, did Renya choose her to take care of Percy? She was going to get blasted to bits and at the hands of her Father, it really couldn't get any worse.

Y/N wanted to do something, maybe yank Percy down or say something to excuse him, but she didn't know what.

However, instead the god grinned.

"You've got spunk, demigod," he said. "Ares is my Greek form. But to these followers, to the children of Rome, I am Mars-patron of the empire, divine Father of Romulus and Remus."

Y/N wanted to yell out, "You're my Father too! It would do you some good to remember that!" But she didn't.

"We've met," Percy said. "We... we had a fight..."

Y/N wanted to cry. She choose to risk her life to this idiot, who lacked the brains to not only pick a fight with her Father, but tempt fate to do it again?

Instead of picking a fight, Mars, Ares, whatever, scratched his chin, as if trying to recall. "I fight a lot of people. But I assure you-you've never fought me as Mars. If you had, you'd be dead. Now, kneel, as befits a child of Rome, before you test my patience."

Y/N felt herself start to nod and agree with her Father before she remembered that she was in charge of Percy.

"Percy," she whispered, hastily taking hold of his shirt, "please."

Percy glanced at her, then looked back at Ares. He clearly didn't like it, but he knelt next to her.

"Romans, lend me your ears!" He bellowed with a laugh, "I've always wanted to say that. I come from Olympus with a message. Jupiter doesn't like us communicating directly with mortals, especially nowadays, but he has allowed this exception, as you Romans have always been my special people. I'm only permitted to speak for a few minutes so listen up."

He pointed at Gwen. "That one should be dead, yet she's not. The monsters you fight no longer return to Tartarus when they are slain. Thanatos has been chained. The Doors of Death have been forced open and no one is policing them. Gaea allows our enemies to pour forth into the world of morals. Her sons the giants are mustering armies against you-armies that you will not be able to kill. You must find Thanatos and free him from the giants. Only he can reverse the tide."

An unconscious smile made it's way onto her face. A quest? This would be the perfect time for her to show her true potential to the senate and maybe finally, finally join them and achieve her dream.

Mars looked around as if in a trance, and realized everyone was still kneeling. "Oh you can get up now. Any questions?"

Renya got up slowly, "Lord Mars, we are honored."

"Beyond honored," said Octavian. "So far beyond honored-"

"Well?" Mars snapped.

"Well," Renya said, "People will stop dying, therefore Gwen returned?"

"If left unchecked," Mars said with a nod, "even mortals will eventually find it impossible to die. Can you imagine a world in which no one died-ever?"

Octavian raised his hand. "But, ah, mighty all-powerful Lord Mars, if we can't die, isn't that a good thing? If we can stay alive indefinitely-"

Y/N snickered quietly, a world without Octavian was a good one. But then she realized what she had thought, and mentally smacked herself a few times. She would never with death upon anyone, not even Octavian and his creepy staring.

"Don't be foolish, boy!" Mars bellowed. "Endless slaughter with no conclusion? Carnage without any point? Enemies that rise again and again and can never be killed? Is that what you want?"

"You're the god of war," Percy spoke up. "Don't you want endless carnage?"

Y/N's eyes widened and she almost wanted to smack Percy on the back of the head. Again, Y/N waited for the god to strike both of them down, but Mars just grinned like they were two old buddies talking trash.

"Insolent, aren't you? Perhaps I have fought you before. I can understand why I'd want to kill you." Ya, Y/N could understand too. Absolute idiot. "I'm the god of Rome, child. I am the god of military might used for a righteous cause. I protect the legions. I am happy to crush my enemies underfoot, but I don't fight without a reason. I don't want war without end. You will discover this. You will serve me."

"Not likely," Percy said.

Y/N finally found he voice again and scoffed, "Did you not just hear anything he said before the last comment?" Percy turned towards her blankly, "Boys!"

The god laughed, "But you know that it's not just boys, don't you, my daughter?" Y/N's breath hitched. She felt like all the blood in her body had seeped down to her feet. Her Father was talking to her. "I order a quest! You will go north and find Thanatos in the land beyond the gods. You will free him and thwart the plans of the giants. Beware Gaea! Beware her son, the eldest giant! Perhaps if the quest succeeds, and you return by the Feast of Fortuna.. perhaps then your honor will be restored. If you don't succeed, there won't be any camp left to return too. So my advice is: Don't fail."

Percy moved to face her and she felt her hand go along with him before realizing she still had her grip on his shirt. She quickly let go, but Percy didn't seem to notice. He only muttered, "I still don't get what's so great about this feast for tuna."

Y/N burst out laughing and quickly placed her hands over her mouth to stop her giggles. It had been so loud that even Mars turned towards her with a well placed brow but then turned towards Octavian again. "It's feast fortuna, Percy."

"Ya, that's what I said."

"No," Y/N said shaking her head and still laughing, "It's latin for... something. I forget. But the feast is not for tuna, specifically."

"Oh," Percy nodded with a hint of a smile, "That would be cool, though."

"Ya, it would be," Y/N said agreeing, even though she really didn't think having a feast for the worst kind of fish would not be very nice. Actually, catfish would be worse.

Before she could voice her idea about catfish, campers started screaming and she realized that Ares was holding a grenade. Percy pulled Y/N behind him as if she hadn't been trained for this and he was grenade proof.

She stepped around him with a roll of her eyes, Percy smiled sheepishly. Y/N just glared at him.

"There!" Mars finished writing and threw a scroll at Octavian. When did he get a scroll? "A prophecy. You can add it to your books, engrave it on your floor, whatever."

Octavian read the scroll. It seemed he was confused because he looked up at the scroll then to Mars and back again. Y/N wasn't suprised, Mars should have given him a stuffed bear, Octavian seems to understand that more. "This says, 'Go to Alaska. Find Thanatos and free him. Come back by sundown on June twenty-fourth or die."

"Yes," Mars said. "Is that not clear?"

"Well, my lord... usually prophecies are unclear. They're wrapped in riddles. They rhyme, and..."

Mars casually popped another grenade off his belt, "Yes?"

"The prophecy is clear!" Octavian announced quickly, "A quest!"

"Good answer. Thought I was gonna have to blast you, which would have been fun, but you like my daughter, so I have to give you that or Venus will- Nevermind." He tapped his chin. "Now, what else? There was something else... Oh, yes."

Octavian turned bright red. He grabbed the scroll, and then turned around only to look at Y/N again. He sure was looking at her a lot, it was creepy.

She had been so confused about Octavian's actions that she had barely noticed Frank finally get claimed by Ares. She smiled, Frank was her brother! He was a good kid, and an even better friend to Hazel. Y/N liked him.

"My kid Frank Zhang is gonna lead the quest to free Thanatos, unless there are any objections?"

Of course, no one said a word, but she saw Hazel look even more worried. "You can take two companions. Those are the rules. One of them needs to be this kid." He pointed at Percy, "He's gonna learn some respect for Mars on this trip, or die trying. As for the second, wait, isn't there one of this dumb rules where the legionnaires who stand for him have to make sure he doesn't die, or something? I don't really remember. Whatever. Who stands for Percy?"

No, Y/N thought. Her legs turned wobbly. A sense of dread settled over her, worse than the day she had arrived at Camp for the very first time.

She knew what was coming, but she couldn't stop it. She stepped forward against her will.

Mars grinned, "Ahh, yes, my daughter. Nice job taking Kronos' throne, kid. I haven't seen that kind of bravery in a while. I remember mocking Jupiter about his son's job paling in comparison to mine. That was my kid, I said to him. Then, he got Senate instead of you. Who's Prateor?"

Renya raised her hand.

"You were there, weren't you? Unless, you were blind, that was an MVP play. You're not blind, are you?"

Renya looked like she was trying to swallow a mouse. "No, Lord Mars."

"Then make sure she gets her place on the Senate. If anyone has earned it, it's her. Not some cheap lousy job in the Fifth Cohort. We can't have Jupiter's stupid son stopping her potential because he's jealous, can we? Especially now that he's gone." he yelled at the legion, in case anyone hadn't heard which was impossible, she was pretty sure the entire world had heard. Y/N wanted to melt into the dirt and just die. He entire body trembled. She wasn't sure whether to be happy that he noticed her or die form embarrassment and mortification, that he was happy Jason was gone, all because of her.

Mars seemed to realize his mistake too late because his image flickered. Lightning cracked across the sky. "Ugh, well, he's pissed. Whatever. Y/N can be the third, or the fourth. I don't care. You can add another companion because Y/N has to be there for the sea slug. Pick whomever you want. Have one of your senate debates. You all are good at those. Until next time, Romans! Do not disappoint me!"

The second he was gone, Y/N felt a overwhelming amount of eyes on her.

"Holy cucumber sandwich."

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #amarauder writings #camp jupiter #perseus jackson x reader #percy x reader #perseus x reader

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magicjesuscup · 5 years ago

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What if a child Master S/O managed to somehow summon Tiamat? The S/O would probably be the most protected person in Chaldea/the universe, and it may or may not be the best thing.

Update: s/o was meant to mean a brotherly sister/ familial relationship, not significant other.

This post is SFW except for the picture of Tiamat (which I guess can be considered a spoiler for Babylonia too). Either way, it’s under the thing. Lol, the picture of Tiamat is going to get flagged by Tumblr; I feel it in my bones. XD

Because the servant isn’t specified, I’m going to have KidMaster be basically adopted by the knights of round table and be a part of their brotherhood. And to be honest, I’m guessing once they realize Tiamat’s like any other servant, they’ll treat her like any other servant with a dash of caution.

Gawain sees this thing coming through the summoning circle and his Big Brother Senses just go haywire. So, he grabs his master like a sack of potatoes and nopes out of the room.

We interrupt these headcanons for some Da Vinci and Roman shenanigans.

Da Vinci grabs Tiamat while said giant monster is incoherently screaming, trying to force it back through the summoning circle, and screaming to Roman, “We have to send this back!”

And Roman frantically typing at one of the computers trying to trouble shoot (because he is also aware that Tiamat will likely destroy Chaldea) and replying, “I don’t think our summoning system works that way!”

We now return you to your regularly scheduled headcanons

Gawain scrambles to locate other members of the round table because he’s pretty sure they’re going to have to fight that thing.

Once assembled, Mordred rolls his eyes and helps KidMaster down from Gawain’s shoulder, “You know, you did the same thing when he/she summoned Avenger of Shinjuku; you sure you’re not over reacting?” At that point, Tiamat rounds the corner and Mordred smiles. “Never mind; this is gonna be fun.” He gently pushes KidMaster toward Bedivere. “Get him/her out of here; we got this.”

Bedivere pulls KidMaster closer, but doesn’t take his eyes off Tiamat. The knights’ attacks bounce off Tiamat without doing much damage, but Bedivere noticed something and thought he should alert his friends, “Guys, wait. She’s not attacking.”

The knights stopped their attacks and opted to watch Tiamat for a minute. Gawain moved to be closer to KidMaster and Bedivere.

Sure enough, Tiamat was simply slowing making her way to KidMaster. When she was an arm length away, she got down to the floor. KidMaster put an arm out and Tiamat let them pet her.

“You’ve gotta be kidding.” Mordred groaned. “Good job,” he said sarcastically to Gawain.

Gawain sighed and put his sword away. Bedivere laughed and joked, “If you don’t relax, a heart attack will be the thing that sends you back to the throne of heroes.”

Afterward, they keep an eye on KidMaster while they’re interacting with Tiamat just to make sure they’re safe. At KidMaster’s request, they’ll join in whatever game KidMaster was playing with Tiamat.

#Tiamat #Leonardo da Vinci #Romani Archaman #Gawain #Bedivere #Mordred #Fate/Grand Order

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fanpom-imagines · 6 years ago

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Imagine Daenerys trying to cool the tension between her, Sansa, and the reader. (Part 2)

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I walked down the hallway with Ser Robert Vadin by my side, on of my trusted knights, and came to a stop at the door that led to the library, I knocked on the door and heard a man’s voice yell, “Coming.” Right before it opened to reveal a plump man with dark hair and eyes as well as a beard covered his face, though he did not seem intimidating. He seemed more gentle of heart and not like a fighter at all.

“Oh hello, how can I help you two?” He asked curiously.

“May we come in?” I asked him giving him a gentle smile as I motioned with my head to the inside of the room.

“Oh, yes of course,” he replied opening the door wider and letting us in.

“Now what is it you have come here for?” He asked us once more.

“I was wondering if you could send a raven to my people back home,” I started off, “King Jon informed me that you were the man to ask.”

“Oh of course, Lady….” the man trailed off as he did not know my name, but I did not know his either.

“Excuse me, where are my manners. I am Queen (Y/N) Daraith of Ossēnagon, and this is one of my knights, Ser Robert Vadin,” I introduced us as Ser Robert bowed when I spoke his name.

The man’s eyes widened, “I did not mean any disrespect Your Grace I did not know.” He rushed out, but I just smiled at him fondly.

“No need for apologize. You’ve done nothing wrong,” I reassured the brunette which seemed to put his mind at ease as he let out a breath of relief.

“Thank you, Your Grace. I am Samwell Tarly.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you Samwell. Are you able to send a raven to Ossēnagon for me?” I asked him politely as I took out the rolled up letter with my houses sigil keeping it sealed.

“Yes of course,” he said taking the letter and bowing to me which I did to him in return.

“Thank you Samwell Tarly, we shall take our leave now.”

“You are welcome, Your Grace,” Samwell replied giving me a kind smile before returning to his work.

As Ser Robert and I made it down the hallway we saw the Queen heading our way with one of her knights, Ser Jorah Mormont, beside her.

Ser Robert and I bowed to her in greeting as did they, but neither one of us exchanged a word and kept our eye contact to a bare minimum before going our separate ways.

After a few hours of exploring Winterfell. Ser Vadin and I found ourselves in the courtyard of the castle. As the two of us made it out into the clearing of the courtyard I saw home much everyone seemed to put in effort. Men wore metal armor which covered them from head to toe, yet I felt pity for those who were old and seemed to care long and solemn faces that had years of history, stories and experience hidden behind them and for those who had not yet reached the age of a man and whose faces were young and fresh and had not one scar or wrinkle to show that they’ve fought or experienced the hardships or gifts of life.

“Queen (Y/N), may I have a word with you?” I heard a voice come from my right as we were making our way through the courtyard back to my chambers.

I looked over to the voice that had cut through my thoughts only to see that it was none other than Lady Sansa herself.

“Yes, of course you may, Lady Sansa.”

She lead us into a different part of the large castle that seemed to be vast and never ending with history laced between every crack on a wall. The castle seemed to have been rebuilt many times as I had noticed how some stones were more worn and seemed different from others, yet it makes sense since Winterfell has lived through many battles throughout the centuries since it was first built by Bran the Builder.

We made our way in front of two large doors. I had commanded Ser Vadin to stay by the door with one of Sansa’s men as the Lady of Winterfell and I made our way into the room.

She offered me to sit at one of the tables which I gladly accepted, and I waited for her to sit down before starting to speak.

“What is it that you need from me, Lady Sansa?” I ask her with a bit of curiosity lacing my voice.

“I just wanted to get to know you better and to speak with you in private,” she paused as she seemed to contemplate her next words. “You seem interesting to me, and just like you I have a sort of rivalry with the Queen. I was hoping to gain another friend during these dark times.”

“Seems fair enough to me,” I said not really knowing what else to add to the conversation till I remembered that there had been a meeting during the morning while I had still been cooped up in my chambers.

“What was the meeting about this morning, if I may ask that is?”

“You may ask, and to answer your question it had been about Jamie Lannister, the Kingslayer, and what we should do with him.”

“You mean the man who had killed King Aerys II?” I asked her curiously.

“Yes, that Kingslayer.” Sansa said nodding in conformation.

“I would love to meet the man who ended the Targaryen’s reign,” I huffed out a small laugh in amusement.

“You seem to harbor a lot of hatred for the Queen,” She said as she studied me as if trying to deduce the reason.

“You do to,” I told her as my mouth spread into a slight smirk which she also mirrored.

“It seems so, yet how come you do? Is it true that your people are dragon slayers?” The redhead's eyes grew in curiosity but I couldn’t blame her. I would’ve been curious about dragon slayers too if I had had one sitting right in front of me with thousands of questions storming around in my mind.

“My people were known for slaying and then taming ice dragons. Ice dragons are a close relative of the dragons that come from Old Valyria, but rather than breathing fire or having a variation of colors they breath hair that is so cold it is said it could freeze a man in half a heart beat; each and every dragon is also white scaled with blue eyes, but I have not seen any in my life time since the Targaryen’s had killed the last of them in The Dance of Dragons. Now the only things we have to remember them are songs, stories, paintings, and written documents. As a child my father would often read to me about these beautiful yet terrifying beasts and I would always day dream about riding one like my ancestors had. Though reality is often disappointing isn’t it?” I asked her with a slight sad smile.

“It sadly is, and I understand what you mean all too well, Your Grace.” She said as she laid her hand upon mine in comfort I was about to reply, but I was interrupted by the door opening with Queen Daenerys walking through.

“Hello, Lady Sansa,” She greeted Sansa then turned to me, “and hello to you too Queen (Y/N), I had not realized you were in here as well.”

“If you came here to talk with Lady Sansa I will leave if you wish,” I told her bowing to her in greeting as she did the same to me in response.

“I would be, ever so thankful,” Daenerys said thanking me though her smile was still tightly strained on her face. As if the mask of a smile started to become to hard to burden.

I bid farewell to Lady Sansa, by giving her a curt bow and walked past the Queen, but when our eyes met when I passed her they grew darker and gave off a cold gaze. I held back the urge to scoff at her and kept on walking forward without showing a sign of acknowledgment towards her presence. Before I left through the door though I heard her say: “I will be wanting to have a private discussion with you as well, Queen (Y/N).”

It wasn’t a question or a request, it was more of a warning as if I was some child that had gotten in trouble with their mother.

“Of course, Queen Daenerys,” I said not even looking back to her before walking out into the hallway and out to the courtyard with Ser Vadin alongside me. Him and I finally made it back to my chambers and I bid him farewell as he set to get ready for the battle that seemed to be coming nearer and nearer as the hours passed.

That self proclaimed “Queen”, knew exactly how to push my buttons. All my life I have been looked down upon people who thought they owned the world. Credit is never given to the ones due. Instead it is given to the richest and fairest. That is why I could not seem to like her. She thought that just by having the blood of a Targaryen that the Iron Throne was her right, yet the Targaryen’s had taken the lands she stands upon now by the First Men, who had taken it from the Children of the Forest. By Daenerys’ definition of right it should be Cersei’s. She was the King Robert Baratheon’s wife who had taken the throne from the Targaryen’s, and she was the mother of the two kings after King Robert. Yet none of these people seem to understand that the Iron Throne is just a one way ticket to death and grees. No one who has sat in that throne has died of old age. Though I respect Queen Daenerys to a fault, her greed for the Iron Throne seems to shadow over everything else.

A name or the blood that flows within our veins doesn’t make us good rulers. It is our choices and actions. If she doesn’t start to realize that she may be the end of us all.

I thought back to what Jon had said once about how it didn’t matter who holds what title when the White Walkers come it will all be for nothing, and now I understood what he had meant way more than in the moment he had spoken those words. I giggled at the memory of his dark brooding face and his low voice. I imagined myself imitating it which set me into another fit of giggles.

I thought for a moment on what I should do to pass the time as there have been no reasons to do much of anything. All I had was time, before the White Walkers came of course. I looked around the room and saw a bookshelf with seemingly interesting books. I curiously made my way to them and went through each one till I found one interesting enough to pass the time and sat down on the cushioned seat near the window in my room which sat in front of another armchair with a table off to the side of the both of them.

Within moments of sitting down and opening the book I had submerged myself within the plot line and it seemed as though the world went on without me for a time being as I just read on and on going from one page to the next.

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evien-stark · 5 years ago

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✧I Need You✧ Chapter 18 [5%]

It was sad when life had to eventually resume. A week into the new year you found yourself up on the back pathway of the mansion as he flew off into the sky. It was pointless to stand there and watch him disappear into the distance, but part of you couldn’t help it. You’d done it a few times now, and every single one you wondered if it would be the last time you’d see him. And you weren’t sure whether or not you wanted that ache to dull.

“The Ten Rings have a ship boarded and locked.” A military operation he was honing in on, if only because they were behind it. It helped his case a little bit that the Navy couldn’t free their own men, but hustling in on a government operation was asking for trouble.

Tony had been furiously researching every little thing he could find on the Ten Rings. The people that had kidnapped him. Every time he went out after them you remembered Coulson’s warnings in the debrief, “They’re not to be trifled with.”

And yet Tony was keen on doing a whole lot of trifling. As JARVIS read out the mission clear log hours after, you started wondering if it was just blind revenge. For someone that claimed he wanted information, all those operations ended up in every single terrorist dead. You also wondered if that was going to take a toll on him sooner rather than later.

Playing good guys versus bad guys… taking lives…

“I don’t remember asking for your help.” Nick Fury’s voice came over the computer in the lab and you turned away from your Stark Industries work to tend to your Iron Man work. He looked mad from his little square on the desktop. “Inserting yourself into my missions is begging for trouble. You want trouble?”

“As I heard it, your boys were stuck. So you can send a check to the office.” You were simultaneously scared and at the same time unafraid of Nick Fury. Mostly because you knew showing fear to him was probably the worst mistake you could make.

“Haha. Very funny. You think you’re cute, huh?”

Tony’s face came up on screen next to Fury’s. “As a button, I’ve been told. But really it’s more my chiseled handsomeness that people comment on the most.”

“How are you two gonna turn me down and then keep sniffing around my operations? You’re lucky you haven’t been dragged to a black site.” Despite his threats, he didn’t sound like he was even close to thinking about going through with them.

“What about something more like a gold site? Maybe a light cobalt?”

“Keep yucking it up, Stark. Yap, yap, yapping away.” You were wisely choosing to stay out of this as much as you could. “If I send you another packet you’d better sign your names to it. Otherwise keep out of my business. Or else.” And just like that he was gone.

“Or else. Pfft.” He was also resolved to be unafraid of Nick Fury and SHIELD.

“Maybe we shouldn’t keep pushing him, Tony.”

He made a face at you. “Look, when the guy stops coughing up dime-store villain lines, I’ll consider it. Until then, we’ve got work to do that they clearly can’t.”

You twirled a pencil around between your fingers. “It’s all fun and games for you, but if he comes after me, I don’t exactly have a bullet-proof suit to climb into and fly away in.” All you had were mind games. Ones you weren’t even good at. Ones you didn’t really want to be good at. It wouldn’t serve you if agents dropped in in the middle of the night and carried you off, anyway.

“About that...”

“No, Tony.”

“I’ll paint it your favorite color.”

“No.”

The world could only handle one Iron Man.

And you could barely even handle that. But for him, you’d press on.

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“So you think it’s right for Tony Stark to operate a weapon unauthorized by our military?” Valentine’s Day and you’d rather be doing anything but getting yelled at by a Fox News correspondent. “We call that vigilante justice, and it’s punishable by law.”

“Tony has been protecting people. Saving people. Saving countless lives. Destroying weapons aimed at innocent people. Cleaning up a decades long mess that no one else has had the means to put a stop to.”

“Who gave him the right? Certainly not me! Here at Fox News we don’t condone vigilantes!”

“Is the peaceful silence hurting your bottom line?"

You got in real trouble for that one. But it was worth all the undignified screams that came with it. For all the anchors did decrying Stark Industries and the mad woman sitting on the throne aside mad self proclaimed king Tony Stark, stocks shot through the roof. That may have had more to do with tentative whisperings about the Stark Expo relaunching. But you’d take well deserved victories where they came.

The world was different now. The louder, angrier, more violent voices were fading into the shadows. Scared they’d be heard by Iron Man and snuffed out. No one wanted their locations found. No one wanted their weapons destroyed. For once murder rates dropped. Killings stopped. War came tumbling down.

Some things about it still bothered you. Would always bother you. But you could only ever show a brave face and make sure you stood by Tony’s side. That was your job.

Besides that…

You loved him.

And as long as it kept making sense, as long as he didn’t fall down the path of Obadiah, choosing who lived and who died gleefully or start trying to turn a profit off of Iron Man’s activities… things would be okay. The fact that he’d turned down several military hearings and briefings and requests was all the proof you needed. It felt like every day those tensions were growing.

No more so than when the military tried to use him. “Thanks for taking the heat.” His voice and face came from your laptop in the early AM, just past three.

You’d been unable to sleep, not unusual when he was out. The bed was too empty to sleep in, so you’d curled up on the couch. Waiting. Waiting for this. “Just doing my job.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that shade of red on TV.”

“She basically blended into her dress.” Snorting to yourself, taking a long sip of tea that had gone cold some time ago. “Are you on your way home?”

“Couldn’t get there faster if I tried.” The real reason he’d called, no doubt. Even so far away you could tell. He was upset.

You cradled the laptop closer. “What happened?”

“I know the military has been in a real hole since I pulled out of weapons, but letting Hammer take a lead on anything- how desperate can you get?” It sounded pretty bad. But you were already well aware. As soon as you’d read Hammer’s name on the dossier in the file, you knew this mission wasn’t going to be an easy one. A B-2 bomber had been charged across enemy lines inside a Hammer transport. It was very likely he was the sole reason Tony had been asked to come in.

“What did he screw up now?”

“He blew a whole mission on promises that his tech worked the way it was supposed to. Am I the only one with a brain out here?” He shook his head softly, roll of his eyes. “And Ross has another thing coming.”

That would be General Thaddeus Ross, who had asked for Tony’s help on a rescue mission. You worried, briefly, that lives had been lost. No doubt a fault of Ross, but Tony would shoulder the blame. A setup? “Talk to me, Tony.” If he was about to be thrown under the bus, purposefully, you needed to know everything.

His eyes squared on the camera, looking as if he was staring at you briefly before they shifted slightly, looking at your video window instead. “They were putting things where they shouldn’t have been, and got caught red handed. They fed me bullshit and sent me in on a shoot-to-kill. They told me it was Ten Rings activity. But it was just… soldiers fighting their own war.” Shaking his head again, eyes dropping for a few seconds. “They tried to trick me into murdering everyone there to cover up their own trail.”

“And blaming you if it ever got out.” It chilled you to your core, thinking about that. The military trying to use him like that. Like old times. Yet it somehow was completely unsurprising. “But you realized it.” Why else would he be debriefing you like that- talking to you, you reminded yourself. Not everything was a mission. You couldn’t let it be.

“Of course I did. On the list of people who think they’re smarter than they actually are, General Ross is sitting pretty right underneath Justin Hammer.”

You nodded. Foolish of them to think they could get one up over him. Even if you had worried. A thought you’d keep to yourself. “So you stop accepting pleas from them, if they can’t be trusted to do the right thing.”

“I’m nobody’s lapdog.” His tone had grown hard. “That is the last time I let someone talk me into flying into a war zone where I can’t tell who the good guys are and who the bad guys are.”

By contrast, you softened your own voice. “You know now.” There was a boom on the front landing, all metal and shockwave. “You’re home?”

“I just got in. Give me a minute, I’ll be right up.” With that his call ended and you couldn’t help but snap your laptop shut and move to stand. He’d still have to get the suit off, but that was no longer a thing you were shy about seeing. And even if he would be upstairs in just a couple of minutes…

It had been days since you’d seen him last. And he seemed pretty slighted. Good will carried you downstairs to the semi-darkened lab. The process of unpacking the suit had gotten much better. You knew Tony had been tinkering with it for a while. He was already out of it, standing at the computer console, pulling on a long sleeved shirt.

Something he did very abruptly as you opened the lab door, startled. “Couldn’t wait one minute? I mean, I know I’m irresistible, but stroking my ego this late in the evening seems like a pretty bad idea.”

Despite him being absolutely right about that you went to put your arms around him, giving him a little squeeze. “Welcome home.”

Easy satisfaction rolled through you when he hugged you back, a little tighter than usual. “Thanks.” His hands went to your shoulders, holding you at arm’s length. Just taking a good look at you. You let him… but there was this new sense of unease. You weren’t sure if it was just you… “Really. I’ll be right there. I just have to update my files.”

You gave him a little nod. “Do you want me to make you some tea?”

“Tea sounds great.”

Leaning up on your tiptoes you pressed a light kiss just underneath his cheekbone. You hadn’t seen him in a few days and just a touch of neediness found its way to you. Between his missions and work… he was very clearly still devoted to you.

Things were good.

You were happy, if not exhausted from work and worry. And he seemed…

How did Tony seem?

“How does tea in bed sound?” You dropped your tone. You weren’t an expert at flirting, but he didn’t need your senses to hear the promises there.

“Like a dangerous adventure.” His grin was weary and you immediately felt bad for choosing now of all times. Now was not a good time. He’d just been pushed around by Ross. Had just flown hours to get home.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. You kissed him on the other cheek, apology in your smile. “Tea and then bed.” Changing up the meaning entirely.

“Sounds perfect.”

You didn’t need much more of an excuse to run off and hide your embarrassment. Lucky he hadn’t called you out on it. He really must have just been exhausted.

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He waited until she was all the way up the stairs and setting a kettle on the stove to lift his shirt again. “JARVIS, have the readings come back from the suit?” He kept his voice low despite the fact there was no way she’d be able to hear him.

“Yes, sir. Blood toxicity levels at 5%.”

The beginnings of a terrible, angry black etchwork had started lining his skin around the Arc Reactor. He’d gotten lightheaded and actually lost consciousness for a few seconds on the flight home. He couldn’t let that happen again. “What’s on the books for Palladium poisoning? Tell me green tea is the cure.” Slumping to sit in his desk chair.

“Unfortunately no, sir. There is no viable research into Palladium poisoning. There is no known cure.”

He sat with that diagnosis, staring blankly out into space. “How about that. We’ll figure something out.” What other choice did he have? “...in the meantime, run me a quick calculation- at the current rate of spread, how long do I have until I don’t have any longer?”

“My current estimate with lean for faster spread as time goes on… I’d say by the end of May.”

A breath of air escaped him, eyes closing, grinning to himself, shaking his head. “So. Either the best birthday present I’ve ever given myself or the last.” A cure- a workaround... or nothing. No other choice.

“Shall I inform Ms. INY?”

“No.” More guttural noise than anything as it exploded out of him. “Not a word. This goes under prime executive files. She can’t know.”

“With all due respect sir, I think you should allow her-”

“I don’t need your respect. Or what you’re about to tell me. You’re not telling her. Are we clear?” She couldn’t know about this. He couldn’t do that to her. He just couldn’t.

“...yes, sir.”

“Window some simulations for element replacement. Don’t wait up for me.” He pushed himself on his feet, knowing if he spent any more time there she’d grow suspicious. He had to keep this away from her. A daunting task on its own considering the thing. He just needed a clear head. And…

To not think about how soon May was coming.

There at the stove she was leaned half over two cups of tea, dunking bags in and out. When she saw him approaching she looked up and smiled like she’d just seen the stars for the first time. It killed him. “Let’s go to bed, honey.”

“Honey. That’s new.”

He put an arm around her and took the offered mug of tea in his other hand. “Trying it out.”

She hummed something soft in thought. “Try it out a few more times.”

“Yes, dear.” Smiling as she lightly elbowed his side.

“One thing at a time, I can only handle so much excitement.”

Her laughter got him going. Quiet and tired. Just basking in the enjoyment of each other’s presence. Upstairs she moved away to sit cross-legged on the bed, staring up at him again with those big wondering eyes. Unable to help himself, he sat next to her, reaching a hand up to cup the side of her face, holding her close, relishing in the close of her eyes and that soft sweet sigh as she leaned into his palm. As he kissed her it only became clearer.

She can’t know.

#Tony Stark #Tony Stark x Reader #INY Chapter Eighteen

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vespertine-legacy · 5 years ago

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Fictober 2019 Day 9

Prompt #10. “Listen, I can’t explain it, you’ll have to trust me.”

Fandom: Star Wars Legends: The Old Republic (Video Game) - Knights of the Eternal Throne expansion

Rating: Teen & Up / Mature?

Warnings: Major Character Death, That choice (you know the one)

Characters: Female Jedi Consular | Alliance Commander (OC: Kestrel Fortuna), Senya Tirall, Arcann, Vette, Torian Cadera

(disclaimer: I am SO SORRY friends, some of you are gonna HATE me for this)

Kestrel, Arcann, and Senya pause in a clearing so that Kestrel can pull her holocomm out of her pocket, requesting status updates before Vaylin’s arrival on Odessen’s surface. Vette flickers before her, the holographic Twi’lek crouching, obviously guarding wounds on her side. But she has been successful in taking out the artillery guns.

“They are not happy about it, and I’m pinned down over here now.” Vette winces and grips her side tighter, ducking down as though trying to remain out of sight. “Gonna need some help.”

Torian’s grainy image cuts in over Vette. “Vette isn’t the only one in trouble. I’m the only one left and about to be overrun.”

“That’s great, Torian, but I’ve got about two minutes before they squash me like a bug.”

Before Kestrel can say anything to stop Torian and Vette from arguing, Valkorion interrupts her thoughts, appearing before her. Even you can’t save everyone, Outlander. By choosing who shall live, you also choose who shall die. Are you ready for that burden?

Kestrel can feel more than hear Valkorion’s laughter inside her head, and she grips the holocomm unit until she thinks it might crack. She can feel Arcann and Senya watching her, waiting for a response, and her voice sounds like someone else’s when she finally speaks. “Torian, we’re coming your way.”

“Thank you, Commander. I’ll hold my position until you arrive.”

As soon as Torian closes the channel, Vette’s voice comes back, quietly. “This is a joke, right? You--you’re abandoning me?”

“Vette--” Kestrel clenches her free fist until her knuckles turn white, trying to keep her voice from breaking. “Vette, you’re a survivor. You’ve walked away from Vaylin before. As soon as we have Torian, we’re coming for you. Okay?”

Vette’s hologram shakes her head in resignation. “Yeah. Good luck, Commander.”

After Kestrel shoves the holocomm back into her pocket, Arcann puts a hand on her shoulder. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. I can’t explain it to you, you’re just going to have to trust me on this. Now we need to go - Torian needs us.”

It does not take them long to cut a path to Torian’s location, but Senya and Arcann are both awed by Kestrel’s fury as she takes down Skytroopers and Knights. Briefly, Senya wishes she’d been able to train Kestrel back in her former life as a Knight-Captain on Zakuul. When they reach Torian, Senya quickly gets to work assessing his injuries while Arcann scans the area for any remaining troops.

Kestrel speaks into her comm unit. “Vette! Do you copy? We’ve got Torian. We’re coming for you now.”

“Wrong again, Outlander.”

Hearing Vaylin’s voice instead of Vette, Kestrel’s heart sinks and the color drains from her face.

“I found the little Twi’lek, and now she’s all mine. I know I told you before that her coloring wasn’t right for my wall, but I may have reconsidered.”

“Vaylin, don’t hurt her.” Kestrel can’t keep her voice from wavering, and Senya places a warning hand on Kestrel’s arm.

“Hmmm…. No.” Vaylin laughs, and Kestrel hears a thud and a groan that is probably Vette being thrown against something solid. “You got me to Odessen, so let’s end this.”

“Let Vette go first. She’s of no consequence to you.”

“I think I’ll hold on to my little bargaining chip a little longer. I’m sending you a location. Meet me there.”

Vaylin closes the channel and Kestrel stands clenching and unclenching her fists until her comm unit beeps to indicate a message. Senya glances over at the location displaying on her wrist comm. “That’s--that’s the base!”

As they run into the Alliance Base, heading toward the location Vaylin indicated, Kestrel can’t bring herself to look at any of the bodies littering the ground to see who else her actions have killed today. Stepping out of the elevator, she sees Vaylin, surrounded by Skytroopers. At first, Vette is nowhere to be seen, but Vaylin turns to face them, revealing Vette being held on her knees with a pike pointed at her back.

“If you’d waited much longer, I was going to have to snap your friend’s spine to amuse myself.” Vaylin pouted.

“Hey, do me a favor, Commander,” Vette speaks up from behind Vaylin. “Turn this yeahu'era into bantha fodder.”

“Let me speak to Father.” Vaylin ignores Vette’s taunt.

“You know it doesn’t work that way. Let Vette go.” Kestrel watches Vaylin’s hands for any sign of an attack toward Vette.

“What did he even see in you? Did he really think you could take my throne?”

On cue, Valkorion appears behind Vaylin. Her eyes widen with an emotion that resembles, but doesn’t quite match, fear. You are not worthy of the throne. You are not fit to rule the Eternal Empire.

“I deserve the throne more than your puppet does.” In a rage, Vaylin picks up Vette with the Force and flings her toward Kestrel.

Vette lands several feet from where Kestrel stands, so she rushes forward as Vette tries to scramble to her feet. As Vette pulls herself up onto her elbows, Kestrel kneels beside her, reaches out to help her. At the same time, Vaylin reaches out with the Force, wrapping an invisible hand around Vette’s neck, and twisting. Vette falls limp against Kestrel’s chest, and for a moment Kestrel stares down at her in disbelief.

“You… you monster.” Kestrel’s voice cracks. She can hear Vaylin laughing, saying something about “can’t even protect your own people,” but her ears are starting to ring.

She can still hear Valkorion clearly. There’s only one way to stop Vaylin. You know what you must do.

Kestrel slowly stands, lifting Vette’s body, carries her to the nearby weapons modification station. As the closest raised flat surface, it will have to do for a bier for now. She turns back to Vaylin and ignites her polesaber, hears Senya and Arcann ignite their sabers behind her.

“We end this, Vaylin. Now.”

The fight does not last long. Senya and Arcann mostly dispatch Skytroopers while Vaylin and Kestrel wear each other down. Vaylin uses cheap tactics, but Kestrel is not afraid to stay tight in Vaylin’s personal space and make her rely on her lightsaber rather than her Force skills.

The instant she has an opening, Kestrel drives one end of her saber up into Vaylin’s chest, through her heart. Vaylin’s short cry is one of anger more than anything. Kestrel’s scream is a mixture of anger, pain, sadness, frustration, and guilt, and it doesn’t end until a blast of purple energy causes their bodies to fall away from each other.

Arcann pulls Kestrel to her feet and drapes one of her arms over his shoulders to support her as he tries to lead her away to find wherever they’ve set up a medical or healing station. Kestrel looks frantically for Senya, and finding her realizes that she can’t speak so she just mouths I’m so sorry over and over.

In Doctor Oggurobb’s lab, where the Alliance has set up a triage center, Kestrel, Arcann, and Senya are all treated for relatively minor wounds before being cleared to leave. On the way out, Kestrel is told that Torian, who is being treated for more substantial wounds in the healing center that has been set up in the Force User’s Enclave, has asked for her.

Torian waves away the Voss who has been tending to him when Kestrel arrives. Before she can ask him how he’s doing, he holds up a hand.

“I know why you picked me, Commander.”

Kestrel tilts her head at Torian, waiting for further explanation.

“Darvannis, right? You didn’t have to do that. You shouldn’t have done that, Commander. But thank you. I’m gonna make it up to you.”

Kestrel closes her eyes and slowly releases a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

“Go save the galaxy, Commander. Re'turcye mhi.” Torian offers Kestrel his hand, which she gladly takes, gripping tightly.

“Re’turcye mhi, Torian.”

yeahu'era = “bitch” in Ryl

re’turcye mhi = pretty standard Mando’a goodbye, “until we meet again”

(Characters except Kestrel belong to EA/BioWare/the StarWars folks, blahblahblah)

#fictober19 #fanfiction #jedi consular #alliance commander #swtor kotet #baby's first fictober #no beta we die like men #swtor oc kestrel

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writerofmanyfandoms · 6 years ago

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Just Kiss Me Already

Summary: Requested!Anakin SkywalkerxReader! Modern AU. You have had the longest crush on Anakin Skywalker(since high school), and you fear that since the two of you are in college that you lost your chance. Will you be able to confess your feelings to him, or be doomed to hide them away?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Word Count: 2900

Warnings: fluffy, mentions of alcohol, adult language, mentions of streaking, mentions of sex

Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Hope all is well! Sorry for such a long break! Things have been so hectic! I also had so much unneeded trouble trying to get this story out! Lmao. I work Friday 2/22 and Saturday 2/23, so I won’t be around those days. For sure I will be back on the 24th! I had so much fun writing this, and I love writing for Anakin. I have another Anakin story coming soon that was requested! Thank you for being patient with the request, I understand that it has been a hot minute! But I see them, I love them, and I want more! Feel free to send me ideas, I write for a multiple list of Fandoms!

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or the characters. Also, I do not own this GIF, found on GIPHY

You were relaxing on the soft grass, a soft blanket beneath you and your opened laptop a foot away. Class had gotten out an hour ago, but you were stuck working on a project. The hot sun, cool breeze, and the sound of the wind blowing through the trees made you doze off. You couldn’t help it, relaxing nights of sleep were far and few between, and you didn’t see the harm in resting your eyes for a minute.

“Y/N! Hey, it sure looks like you’re studying hard.” A familiar voice teases, the warmth of the body being felt as he sat beside you, causing you to sit up.

“In my defense Anakin, I was up all night working on my political science essay.” You told him, leaning over and shutting your laptop.

“Well, do you think you could spare me some time tonight? Padme is having a party at her place and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me and Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked, raising an eyebrow.

Even though he knew you would probably say no, he still wanted to ask. He never knew you may surprise him one day by saying yes. You couldn’t help it though. College had so much going on, and you had to stay on top of your grades or you would lose your scholarship. You gave him a look, and sort of shrugged your shoulders. If you could, you would roll your eyes at the thought of Padme inviting him over.

In all honesty, you liked Padme. She was fierce, confident, nice, and down to earth. The only problem was that Anakin had seemed smitten with her. Why wouldn’t he? She was gorgeous, and the way she could speak to a room sort of terrified you, but in a good way. If only you had been able to tell him sooner, but that was something to process at a different time.

“I don’t know. I have this project due Monday, and I want to make sure it is perfect. We have to debate our political opinion and I feel like I have so much to prepare for.” You told him, looking away to avoid his eyes.

Those damned beautiful eyes. Just looking into them would cause you to cave, and you knew it. And if he smiled, you would surely be a sucker. It wasn’t as if you liked pining away for him from afar, but it was all you could do. You weren’t the type of person to broadcast your feelings, and have no shame in speaking up. You weren’t Padme, and that was why you feared Anakin did not return those feelings.

“Come on, what if I help prepare your speech on Saturday? Please.” Anakin near pleaded, causing you to look up at him.

That was it that was all that it took to cause you to cave.

“Fine Anakin. But you better be at my apartment by 10:00 AM with Starbucks!” You told him, smiling like an idiot when you saw his face light up.

“Thank you so much, I have been getting kind of bored taking just Obi-Wan lately. I will pick you up tonight around 8! I will text you before I get there.” Anakin said, jumping up, giving you a quick hug.

“You woke me up from my peaceful nap for just that? A text would have sufficed.” You teased, hiding the blush that crept to your cheeks.

“I know, but I would have rather seen you! I’ll see you tonight!” He called out, waving as he walked away.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, wondering why you agreed to go. Parties were not your thing, and you definitely did not want to go to some college party where everyone was too drunk to handle themselves. Oh well, at least you were able to rope in some help for your project. That counted for something.

As the sun began to fall, and darkness was slowly creeping in, you decided to pack up your things and head back to your apartment. The quicker you got this thing over with, the quicker you were able to come home and finish binge-watching Game of Thrones. You definitely needed to catch up before Anakin accidentally spoiled it for you.

It didn’t take you too long to get ready. You made sure to jump in the shower and washed your hair, wanting to look as if you semi tried. For clothes you opted for casual wear, wearing your favorite jeans and band shirt. You had made the mistake of overly dressing to your first party, and you definitely were not going to make that mistake again.

Before you knew it Anakin was knocking on the door, seemingly out of breath.

“Hey! Sorry that I didn’t text first. My phone ended up dying and I have been with Obi-Wan. He has been helping me with my coursework. Business school is a lot, but if I want to own my mechanic shop, a business degree would definitely come in handy. So I thought I was running late and when I got here I ended up taking these stairs two at a time.” Anakin explained, causing you to laugh slightly.

“You’re fine! I totally understand. Sometimes I want to just scream at my computer and avoid my responsibilities.” You agreed, laughing as you grabbed your purse. “Well, at least you are already an amazing mechanic. You are the only person I want to call when my car breaks down. Which it does, a lot.”

“Well, I am only such a great mechanic because old reliable out there has given me so much practice! Maybe the only reason why it breaks down so much is so that you have an excuse to see me. I have to work on that thing at least five times a week.” He teased, watching you carefully as you locked the door. Even when you were dressed so casually Anakin couldn’t help but think that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic Anakin! It is definitely not that much. Besides, you are my best friend, if I wanted to hang out with you, I don’t need a car breaking down to do it!” You tell him, opening up the door to his own car.

Unlike your older Toyota, Anakin had a pretty nice Camaro. It was older, but he had fixed it to his liking and you always called it the lady magnet. Though it attracted more men to it than anything.

“Where is Obi-Wan?” You asked, reaching into the backseat for a bag of your favorite chips. You loved how Anakin would keep them in there for you.

“He decided to go with Satine tonight. It is about time. I keep telling him that she is totally into him, but he is kind of oblivious about it.”

“I know the feeling.” You mumbled under your breath, glancing out the window.

“What was that?” Anakin questioned, raising an eyebrow and looking over at you briefly.

“I said that it must suck. But I am sure they can work it out. They do seem like a cute couple.” You answered, unbuckling as soon as the car pulled in.

You could feel your stomach in knots, not really wanting to go inside of the house. Watching Anakin attempt to flirt with Padme did not sound fun, and you felt as if you would be the fifth wheel. The whole way to the door you mentally prepared yourself, taking deep breaths.

“Hey Anakin, come in!” Padme greeted, giving Anakin a hug. “Y/N, I am surprised you show up! I am glad though.” She said with a smile, hugging you and shooting Anakin a look.

You internally rolled your eyes, staying close to Anakin as you entered the house. You truly liked Padme, she was nice and she was a mentor for your Political Science classes. She definitely knew what she was doing.

“Hey, you can stay here for a second. I can go grab you a drink. I will be right back.” Anakin said, walking off with Padme.

You wanted to argue and go with him, but you figured to leave it alone. At least he knew what you liked. You eyed the house, and all the people inside of it. They were bobbing along to the music, and you really didn’t know a single person. Other than Obi-Wan, but you definitely did not want to barge in while he was talking to Satine. Luckily a familiar voice brought you from your trance, and you smiled looking over at Ahsoka.

“Hey, Y/N! I am surprised you showed up! You never come to these things.” Ahsoka teased, leaning on the back of the couch.

“Well, I let Anakin sort of talk me into coming here.” You trailed off, blushing at Ahsoka’s knowing look.

You had known Ahsoka since you started college, actually being roommates for the first semester. You considered her to be your best friend, and the only person to know of your crush on Anakin. Oddly enough, she was good friends with Anakin and was always pushing for the two of you to get together.

“Oh my goodness, Y/N! Seriously. If you don’t get together soon I will scream. The two of you have liked each other for God knows how long. At least since the two of you were in high school. We are all getting tired of seeing the two of you pining after each other.” Ahsoka teased, watching as Anakin walked over. “And this is my cue to leave, so maybe you will finally tell him how you feel.” She teased, saying hi to Anakin as she passed.

“Here you go, everything alright?” Anakin asked, handing you your drink and taking a sip of his own.

You nodded your head, watching as some people trickled in and out of the house. The two of you talked, laughed, and just did what the two of you always did. Talking to others felt so hard sometimes, but talking to Anakin was always easy. From the first moment you had met him until now, you were crushing hard. There had been so many times that you wanted to tell him, but you just couldn’t. After all, why would he like you back? Especially now with Padme in the picture.

“Come on everyone! We are playing Truth or Dare!” Ahsoka called out, gathering up people from inside the house.

“Isn’t that a bit juvenile?” You teased, grinning as Ahsoka stuck her tongue playfully at you.

“As long as no one streaks, I am good. Last time it happened I was scared it was going to be me.” Anakin said, causing you to laugh.

After everyone settled in a space, and the game started, you suddenly felt a bit nervous. Anakin’s hand was wrapped casually around your shoulder, and you couldn’t be more aware of it. You knew it was just friendly, but the warmth of his body was enough to send you over the moon. You had sort of dazed off, thinking of Anakin and why you couldn’t tell him when you heard Padme calling your name.

“Truth or Dare?” She asked, and your face heated up as you felt people looking over at you.

“I know she will pick Truth and play it safe.” Anakin teased, and you shook your head.

“I will do something different and pick dare.” You said, not at all confidently and your stomach was turning as you saw Ahsoka whisper something into Padme’s ear.

“I dare you to kiss Anakin,” Padme said with a grin, and you thought you had actually felt your heart stop.

“No, I ca-.” You began, but Ahsoka was quick to cut you off.

“You have to, it is a dare!” She said, with the largest grin on your face.

“Come on, Y/N. It isn’t a big deal.” Anakin said, making you want to just turn around and leave.

Of course, he was right, it wasn’t a big deal. It was a huge deal. It was a ginormous deal. It was such a big deal that it couldn’t possibly have a word to describe it. You knew your entire face was red and you didn’t care. You wanted to be at home cuddle in bed with Game of Thrones on. But no. You had to agree to this to make Anakin happy, to see his stupid cute face all happy. And now you were stuck here being forced to kiss him. Of course, it could be worse, she could have dared you to kiss someone else, but she chose Anakin.

“Just kiss me already.” Anakin teased, pulling you from your thoughts.

You closed your eyes and took some big breaths. You slowly leaned in and placed your own lips against his. It surprised you when you felt him lean in, tangling on his hands into your hair. It felt so good, that you knew it had to be too good to be true. But the kiss felt like fireworks as if your whole life had lead you to this moment and it was the most glorious moment you had experienced so far. You could spend forever kissing Anakin Skywalker, but just as quick as it had happened it ended.

The next few moments were a blur to you. They went by so quick, yet everything seemed to be in slow motion. You could hear everyone cheering, mostly Ahsoka as she chided that it was about time. You could see the look on Anakin’s face, he seemed confused as you stood up. An incoherent excuse escaped your lips as you dashed out of the party, needing some air.

All of this had to be some cruel sick joke. You knew it. Anakin would have never kissed you like that. He didn’t like you. He was definitely into Padme. You were halfway home when you heard a car horn from beside you.

“Hey, Y/N. What the hell? You just dashed out of there. What is going on?” Anakin called out from his car, the windows rolled down.

You could feel the tears sting your eyes, and you shook your head. You couldn’t explain this to him. Because to him, it was just a stupid kiss, nothing more. But to you it was everything. It meant you could never go back to being just his friend, and watching from a distance as he sought out Padme.

“Come on Y/N, you can tell me. You are my best friend.”

That was it. It was as if a dam broke and a flood of our emotions came pouring out.

“You want to know what is wrong. You are! I have had a dumb, stupid, awful crush on you for as long as I can remember. I have always wanted to tell you, but the timing was never right. I wanted to kiss you like that so many times, but I never could. And when we started school and you met Padme, I knew I couldn’t. You like her, I can tell. I always catch the two of you talking, and I can’t compete with that. She is some fierce woman who can persuade a room of politicians. And I am plain old me who is too quiet for her own good.” You shouted out, not realizing that Anakin had put his car into park and was approaching you.

“Y/N. I am sorry. I should have said something too, but I am an idiot. I have liked you since the moment your bike went flat in front of my house and you fell into the bushes. As I fixed it you spent the whole time thanking me, and we were like 10. You offered me some homemade lemonade in return, and we have been friends ever since. I wanted to take you to Prom and be your date. I wanted to have you wear my letterman or make you a mum for homecoming. But I was too scared to admit how I truly felt. I knew you would never like someone like me. Or I thought at least.” Anakin told you, cupping your face into his hands. “And Padme is just a really good friend. Not like you. In fact, she was the one who kept telling me you liked me. She said she could just tell, and would always try helping me confess to you. That was why I asked Ahsoka to play Truth or Dare. I knew eventually Padme would ask you that, and that maybe a spark would happen. And it did. And now that I know we belong together, I don’t want to lose that. I love you, Y/N. And I wish I would have said something sooner, but I am an idiot.” He explained, causing you to blush. You really had no idea. “Since all of this is out in the air, did you want to try dating?” Anakin asked, causing you to smile wide.

“Just kiss me already.” You teased, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him in for a kiss. It felt as if the world stopped turning as he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you in as close as he could. Something good did come from this party, and you were actually glad you went to it.

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unicornofdanger · 6 years ago

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The Shadows of King’s Landing

Author’s Note: This is really long and I didn’t intend it to be but I love. And I have decided that summaries are a good thing and I don’t know why I just realized this as I normally don’t read a fic unless the summary sounds good which is so stupid. Please let me know how you guys feel about this because I think I might make this is to a series. Requests are open right now. So, send them in.

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Request by @damedevon

Tyrion Lannister x Reader

Summary: Y/n lurks in the shadows of the city, hiding from the life that she wants to get away from, that is until she meets Lord Tyrion Lannister. They both have met before, but neither can figure out where. And the worst part of all is that Tyrion comes from the one place that Y/n swore she would never go back to.

20. “He/She/ is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.”

40. “I have never hurt anyone. Yes, I’ve killed and I’ve damaged but those are things that you can overcome. Mentally, however, I’ve harmed no one but myself.”

Word Count: 3,964

Warnings: Language, abuse

The streets of King’s Landing were silent and dark as a shadowed figure swept between the allies. It was odd to see the city so dead when it was full of life during the day, bursting at the seams. All the colors of the day, the yellows, the reds, the pinks, and the blues, all gone. The flowers that littered window sills and the banners that were strung between the buildings were now different shades of grey and black, blending in with the dark sky above. It was unsettling to see all the color drained. The stillness in the air and the hush of voices of those who didn’t want to be heard made the hair on the back of the neck stand. It was no hour for the faint of heart.

But it was a perfect time for the wicked.

Walking down the back alley, the shadowed figure, covered in a cloak and masked by the shadows, came upon the back door of a tavern that seemed to be the only place still full of life. Light seeping out of the windows and hollering voices flowing out from under the door cracks. The cloaked figure looked around, making sure not be seen, before sliding into the tavern.

“Ah! If it isn’t my favorite liar!” a lean man said from behind his desk in the back room. From where he sat, black circles could be seen under his eyes, probably from getting little sleep to make sure that no thieves came in a stole his money. And his face was littered with scars that came from fights that he had to break up when men got too drunk.

The cloaked figure untied the fabric and slid of the material, exposing (y/h/c) swept into a (y/h/s). Hanging up the cloak the figure stood in the candlelight near the man’s desk. “And if it isn’t my favorite hustler.”

The man let out a laugh, shaking his head. Oh, the people he had decided to socialize with. “We’ve been over this dear, I’m not a hustler.”

“Than what are you?” the liar raised a brow. “A generous friend who thinks that money is a burden that should be put on someone else’s shoulders?”

He clapped his hands together,” Yes, that’s exactly it. Oh, I can always count on you, Y/n, to tell me exactly what I am.”

Y/n took a seat in a ragged chair in front of the desk. The poor chair looked like it was from the forming of the Iron Throne. It probably looked better than the man that owned it as it had been in fewer fights. “Are you sure that that’s a good thing?” she inquired, leaning back and resting her feet on the desk. “I mean, I’m a liar.”

The man smiled, standing from his chair. “It is because liars often have weird ways of telling the truth. Would you like a drink?” he asked, gesturing to a bottle that was covered in a filthy layer of dust. Y/n shook her head and the man began to pour himself a drink. “I would rather,” he continued. “be call out on the spot by a low life like you than lied to by the woman that I’m supposed to love.”

Y/n let out a sigh. She was glad that she never had the joy of having to love someone. Having to do anything wasn’t her favorite thing in the world. It was probably because she didn’t like being told what to do. And anyway, when it came to trouble in the bedroom, it often ended with someone dead and the other headed to the gallows. Y/n didn’t want either. “Rough waters?”

The man chugged down his drink and turned to her, running a hand over his mouth to catch the liquor the ran down his face. “Rough waters? Rough waters, my dear, is when you spill a bottle of wine or when you spend all your bread money on more wine! I have not been caught in rough waters.” He took the dusty bottle and poured himself another glass. “I seem to be caught in a hurricane.”

Before the conversation could go any further, the door leading to the front of the tavern swung open. As light poured in, Y/n turned to see a tiny man, in a clean red leather jack with curly brown hair, waltz into the room. Their eyes met for a second before he was drawn to the other man that was probably trying to drink himself to death. No one would blame him once they met his wife.

“Olly,” the small man spoke. “Have you got the wine in yet? I promised a dear friend of mine and you know I only serve the best.”

Olly set down his glass and turned to Y/n, who was still sitting in the poor chair that was likely to fall apart any second, and pointed at her, “Don’t touch anything.”

Her arms flew up in defense, “I would never.” She’d already been through his office before and she didn’t find anything she liked the first time. There was no chance that he had gotten anything new since as it was two days ago.

Turning back to the little man, Olly nodded. “Yes, my lord. I got the shipment in yesterday. I don’t think anyone has touched it, but there are always thieves around,” he stated, throwing a glare Y/n’s way.

She rolled her eyes as Olly lead them to one of the storage rooms, leaving her in peace. While she waited for Olly to return, her mind drifted back to the man that Olly referred to as lord. Her first thought was the Westeros had too many lords. You turned the corner and there would be three standing in the middle of the street. But then she realized that she knew the man. She didn’t know from where or how, but she had seen the tiny lord somewhere.

When Olly and the man returned, Y/n stood from the tattered chair. “I’m glad you found the wine,” gesturing to the bottle that Olly held. “Glad no thief took right out from under your nose as they seem to like to do that around her.”

Olly snorted. “You should be-” He walked to his desk, set the bottle of wine down and pulled out a notebook and a quill. “-otherwise, your head would likely be had for it.”

Y/n laughed, forgetting that she was in the company of a lord. “If I do recall, I think you called me a liar, not a thief,” she pointed out, going to grab her cloak. “So, if the wine was stolen, I wouldn’t take it, I would just lie about who did.”

“Good to know,” Olly let out as he scrawled the information about the wine in his notebook, otherwise he would wake up the next day and think that someone did, in fact, steal it. And Y/n would probably let him believe so.

Throwing her cloak around her shoulders and tying it in front of her, Y/n opened the door. “See you later, Olly.”

“Wait!”

Y/n stopped in the doorway.

“You never told me what you wanted.”

She nodded, looking out into the dark alley. “That’s right. But maybe I didn’t want anything at all.” And with that she walked into the quiet King’s Landing night, letting the door shut behind her, and into the shadows of the city. The only place where she belonged.

Tyrion stood there and watched as the door shut behind the woman. She looked familiar to him, maybe he’d seen her once. Maybe before she was a liar she worked for his family or maybe he’d seen her in passing on the streets. “Who is she?”

Olly sighed, running a hand down his face. “Don’t tell me your interested in that woman.”

Tyrion looked at him, then back at the door. “No, I’m just curious.”

“Curious? Yeah, and I’m the queen,” he laughed. “No one is ever curious about her, only interested and that is a horrible thing to be.” Olly handed Tyrion his bottle of wine and shut his notebook, sliding into a drawer of his desk.

“Why is that?” Tyrion asked, taking a seat in the chair that had been occupied minutes before by the mysterious woman.

Olly returned to his half-empty glass. Taking the bottle, he poured the caramel liquid until it almost spilled out of his glass. “It is not a good idea to go after Y/n because you wouldn’t like it if she went after you. You may seek love, my lord. But she… well, she seeks money. And she gets it by- um- ruining people’s day.”

Tyrion nodded. Many women in Westeros played that game. They wanted power so they got it wherever they could find it. Tyrion’s own sister was just like that and he’d managed to live with her for his whole life. What could one woman do that all the others in Westeros couldn't? “My lovely sister takes joy in ruining people’s day as well, what’s the difference?”

Olly cleared his throated, setting down his drink. Honestly, Olly wasn’t sure how the men of King’s Landing survived with Y/n on the street. With any woman on the street. They seemed to think that each were alike and that one couldn't be worse than the other. But one can always be worse. “What’s the difference!?! For starters, your sister actually has manners. Yes, she is an evil, vile woman but she still has manners. Y/n barely has manners, if you want to call them that. It’s probably because doesn’t get paid enough to have them. Not only that, but Y/n will take everyone that you own out from under you before your very eyes and somehow you can do nothing but thank her. No one thanks your sister for doing the same and people hate her for it. You can’t help but love Y/n when she does it. When she does anything.”

Tyrion stood from the chair, wine bottle in hand. “She still doesn’t sound as venomous as the queen,” he commented, heading to the door.

“Alright, maybe not, but here’s a little piece of advice in case you decide to go after her like a fool, my lord: She is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.”

Tyrion thanked his friend for the advice and the bottle of wine and went on his way. For some reason, even after the warning he was given, the lord still was curious about Y/n. There was something about her, maybe it was the fact that she looked familiar, that drew his mind to her. Maybe it was her beauty that hid a monster or maybe it was the fact that she would spice up his boring life. He didn’t know what it was, but the dwarf wanted to find out.

“Let go of me,” Y/n struggled under the iron grip of the guards carrying her through the castle. The halls still looked the same as they did the last time she had walked through them. But the last time, she was walking through them by choice, not by force. As she walked, they passed pillars, turned gold by the sun, and statues of fierce warriors that the city hadn’t seen in hundreds of years. As they walked, Y/n saw things that she hadn’t missed since she’d left. And some she didn’t even remember.

The last time that she had stepped foot in the castle was when she was 18 years old and she swore that she would never come back.

When Y/n was 16 years old, a child really, her parents had decided that it was time to marry their children off for political gain. Y/n had time to still be carefree as her mother had to worry about finding husbands for her older sisters. It didn’t take long before all that was left was Y/n. But once they were married off and as happy as they were expected to be, her mother turned her eyes to her youngest daughter.

Y/n, a bright eyes and adventurous girl, was then brotheled to a nobleman that found his home in the king’s court and in the bars around the city. Y/n was ripped away from her family and forced to live in the unfamiliar capital where she had no friends and few allies. She was alright for a while as she was used to being alone as her siblings and parents never wanted much to do with her. Living in the capital was nice and being married wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be as her husband was often away drinking with friends. That left her time to read and walk around the castle with ease. But over time, her husband decided that she needed to be put in her place as she wasn’t “obedient enough”. In his eyes, she was just never enough. And that is when she decided that she didn’t want that life. She didn’t want to live in the castle. She didn’t want to bathe in gold and drink wine all day. She wanted to be free.

One day, her husband came home from a drinking binge and beat her for the simple fact that she hadn’t given him a child. She barely could stand getting in bed with the man, she wasn’t sure how she would be able to handle having his child. He beat her so badly that she could barely stand, yet no one did anything about it. The women that would pass her through the castle would mutter “poor dear” as they notice the purple and blue bruises on her face, but they didn’t care because it wasn’t them. Their face didn’t meet the back of a hand as hard as her’s did so they had no problem with what went on. But she did. When she was well enough to walk, Y/n took what money she could find and left her husband and didn’t look back. He didn’t seem to care as he spent that night like he spent the one before, drinking.

Y/n prayed that she didn’t see his ugly face as she was dragged through the one place she never wanted to return to. She hoped that he had drowned in the horrible liquid that turned him into a monster.

The guards stopped in front of a large door before knocking on the coarse wood. Y/n turned to see two children run down the hall, oblivious to her and the guards. They were lost in their own little worlds. That sounded really good to her at the moment. They reminded her of her life before coming to King’s Landing. A time when she was a sweet and innocent child. Those days were long gone. Dust blew away in the wind. A petite woman in a green dress with a light green shawl that hid black hair, opened the door. Seeing the woman squashed between the guards she opened the door enough to let them all in.

Once in the room, the guards threw Y/n to the floor and left. With a huff, she caught herself on the rough stone floor. Another thing she didn’t miss, the great manners of the guards. Y/n looked around as the woman closed the door, hearing the metal of the guards' uniforms clank as the walked back to wherever they came from. She noticed that she was surrounded by windows on almost every side and to the back of the room were a few chairs, a table and to the side of both, a bookshelf. Sitting in one of the chairs, Y/n noticed as she stood up, was the lord that she had met the night before.

Y/n tried to dust herself off, but the dust stain on her pant leg just didn’t seem to want to leave. Another problem with the castle, the dust liked to linger. She gave up, folding her arms over her chest, she went to stand in front of the little man. “Why have you so rudely called me here, my lord?”

The lord laughed, gauntlet in hand. Swirling the red liquid inside around and around, he decided to answer. “I didn’t rudely call you here, the guards are just rude. I’d say excuse their behavior but nothing like that should be excused.” He stood from the chair and extended his free hand toward his guest, “Lord Tyrion Lannister.”

Reluctantly she grasped his hand, giving it a firm shake. “Y/n.” Dropping his hand, she walked around the room, running her hand over a banner that was hung between two windows.

Like the night before, Y/n still couldn’t place where she knew the lord. She may have seen him from her time in the castle when she was still married to her monster of a husband. But she felt that she knew him deeper than that. Like she had poured her heart out to him once. Like she had loved him once.

“No last name?”

She shook her head, her eyes wandering around the banner that was a map of King’s Landing in different shades of red, black, and gold. She ran a finger down the street that she had been the night before, the place where one of her only friends lived. “No, my lord. Last names are used far too often as an excuse to inflict pain.”

The Lord nodded in agreement. His family was one of many to do so. It seemed that anyone of noble birth used their noble title to degrade and dehumanize those around them. It was disgusting. Taking a drink of wine, he told her, “I have been informed that you know quite a lot about that.”

Y/n turned to him with a raised brow. She wasn’t surprised that Olly had said anything about her to the man. He was not one to be trusted with a secret when drunk as he had a hard time holding his liquor. And sometimes he was no better when sober either. “Everyone knows quite a lot about it,” she assured him. “We all just pretend not to.”

It was very true. People lived only to die and to not be acquainted with death was to not live at all.

“Wise words,” Tyrion mutter, raising his glass before taking another drink.

“What do you want from me, my lord?” Y/n asked, approaching him. She had been enjoying a card game before she was rudely ripped away and for what? To discuss the horribleness of the world with some lord who didn’t have to face it day in and day out. He never had to worry where his next meal came from or what he had to do to earn money. He never had to worry about being forced into bed by a man or to be beaten to death by one. He didn’t face that problem. His sister had set his family up for success when she married the king. Tyrion would never have to want for anything.

“Y/n, please call my Tyrion,” he insisted. “And I want to have a conversation with you as you are unlike any other woman in King’s Landing.”

Letting out a breath, Y/n didn’t know what to say. Somehow, she took that as an insult when it wasn’t so. But it didn’t sound right. It sounded like she was some whore who danced around the streets naked.“Is that because I don’t intend to sleep with you or because I have nothing in common with noble women like your sister?” she asked him out of concern. Y/n had spent many years reading people and learn how men really worked, it was the only way to live in their world, but she didn’t understand what Tyrion meant. What made her any different than any other woman that wanted to get ahead? That wanted to find herself in a better place than the present?

“Because you need an ally with high standing in this city, otherwise you will get eaten by the lions,” he stated like it was obvious.

He had a point. Dancing between the shadows worked wonders, but only on moonless nights. One day, she would slip up, Y/n would get caught with blood on her hands and no way out. Death was around the corner, but she didn’t want to turn that corner too soon. There was still so much that she wanted to do. Y/n rolled her eyes, letting out a laugh, “You forget that you are a lion.”

“Oh, but I thought that you didn’t like last names,” he retorted. “And who said that I eat meat?”

“Yes,” she agreed, moving to rest her hands on the back of one of the chairs, “but they hold means, nonetheless, that are important to remember.”

Tyrion shrugged. She had a good point. But in King’s Landing everyone seemed to be a lion that preyed upon anyone that was too close. “May I ask you a question?”

Y/n nodded, turning to look out of the windows that gave a great view of the city.

“I am under the impression that you are a mercenary.” He waited for Y/n to turn her attention back to him. “Why? Why hurt people to get ahead? Doesn’t that make you as bad as every other murderer that walks the streets?”

Y/n tossed the questions around in her head. She wasn’t really sure why she did what she did. And she really wasn’t a mercenary, she did whatever she was paid to do. She didn’t really see it as getting ahead anyway, because she hadn’t gone far, she had just gotten enough away from the place that she used to be and that’s really all she wanted. But he had a point. Y/n had never really asked herself why. She seemed to do things out of impulse and since they hadn’t gotten her killed she continued to do them. Maybe that wasn’t the best way to live.

Who would have thought that one conversation with the dwarf of King’s Landing would make Y/n rethink her life? She surely didn’t. But he had a point. She practically walked around with a blindfold over her eyes, stumbling in the dark. She had killed people, drawn blood, and robbed them blind without even batting an eye. At this point, Y/n wasn’t sure if her lifestyle had done more damage to those around King’s Landing or to herself. She was scared to find out.

It also made her wonder if she was as bad as the abusive man that she left. He beat her for no other reason than he enjoyed it. Maybe that’s why she was in the line of work that she was in. Maybe she enjoyed it.

“No, my lord,” she began. “Every other murderer on the street hurts people because it brings them joy. It doesn’t bring me joy. And I have never hurt anyone. Yes, I’ve killed and I’ve damaged but those are things that you can overcome. Mentally, however, I’ve harmed no one but myself.” Removing her hands from the chair, Y/n headed to the door. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a card game to get back to.”

With that she slipped through the door, closing it with a thud behind her and walked through the castle.

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aeolian-mode · 6 years ago

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aeo’s guide to RP

Hey guys!

I’ve been roleplaying for the better half of my life, and I had the thought today, ‘you know what? It could be cool to make a thing about RPing that may help new RPers or young people learn more about it.’ So I made this. Read if you feel like it ^^ (FYI, this is all for text-based online RP things. Tabletop RPs are not part of this article.)

So, what is RP? I’ve always defined roleplay as ‘collaborative storytelling.’ You take control of a character that you invent, and write what your character will do in a situation with another individual.

Writing a book by yourself is sometimes difficult, because you have to rely solely on yourself, your own life experience, and your own resources. When you write a book with others, it’s a lot different. Your RP partners bring in their own interests and experiences. There is also the layer of mystery- you can’t predict what they will write next, which makes waiting for the next post exciting.

So if you have an original character you want to introduce to the world, RP is a great way to stretch your creative muscles and become a better writer before you try to tackle writing novels or making comics.

How do you RP? There are many ways to find a community of like-minded storytellers. First, you have to figure out what kind of RP you want to do. There are RP groups for fandoms, furries, original universes, and more! If you’re really interested in something, chances are, there is an RP community out there somewhere. This is the most important thing to understand: you should try to interact with others first rather than expecting them to find you. Most people are always extremely grateful and excited for the attention, and they will very likely return the favor. If you have anxiety, that’s ok- TONS of RPers struggle with anxiety, and I haven’t met a single person who has ever been upset or displeased to be approached by someone for RP. You will delight them, they will feel good to be included! 1. You can join an instant messaging RP such as a Discord group. (It’s sometimes more difficult to find these unless you already follow a lot of RP groups and have a lot of friends interested in RP. Post about it on your blog, see if anyone in your friend group is in one!) 2. You can create an RP blog on Tumblr. In order to find people to interact with, you will probably have to interact with other RP blogs first. The way I did it on my TF2 RP blog is to send messages to other blogs, draw the characters of every person that followed me or interacted with me, and tag my RP posts #tf2 rp. People LOVE drawings and direct interactions. 3. You can search for an RP forum to join. One of my go-to places is the RPG Directory: http://rpg-directory.com/ Sometimes, simply googling for something like “pokemon forum RP” helps, too!

4. You can join a MMORPG RP community. Most big-name MMOs have dedicated RP groups on their RP servers. For example, if you wanted to join ESO’s RP scene, check out the ESO RP forum to make connections before you jump into the game. People are usually very friendly and helpful for new RPers and will help you settle in to the community. Here’s some things to help you pick the game that’s right for you (from the list of games I have personally experienced RP): FFXIV ($15 Monthly Sub): https://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/ WoW ($15 Monthly Sub): https://us.battle.net/forums/en/wow/1182815/ ESO (Pay Once, Play Forever): https://www.eso-rp.com/ LotrO (Free to Play!): https://www.lotro.com/forums/forumdisplay.php?539-Laurelin-EN-RP Wildstar (Free to Play!): https://www.wildstar-roleplay.com/

(As a note, Free to Play RP servers tend to be a bit more come-and-go; the subscription-based games tend to have more player retention. If you want to make long term connections, be sure to get friend requests from people you’ve enjoyed writing with, as they might not stick around forever!)

RP flows differently depending on your medium. Instant messaging generally tends to be more fast paced, but results in shorter posts with less descriptions and exposition. Forum RP tends to be much slower paced, but posts are more detailed and lengthy with lots of exposition. MMO RP tends to be incredibly fast paced, but with very little exposition and description, focusing almost entirely on character actions and dialogue (as the video game environment already provides the visual, reducing the need for description). Pick a pacing that is right for you! For me, forums are currently easiest, because my life is busy and I don’t have to be online all the time to have a good story. What are the rules of RP?

A lot of people will say, “the 3 main things you need to avoid are ‘godmoding’, ‘powerplaying’, and ‘metagaming.’ “Godmoding” is taking control of someone else’s character without their consent. In RP, it’s important to write only your own character during interactions. “Powerplaying” is bending the story around your own will. Such as: writing your character as if they are impervious and can easily take over the world with their unlimited power. (For example, your partner’s character is angry with your character and throws a punch at them. Your character avoids the punch effortlessly, grabs the attacker’s hand, breaks it, then tosses them through a window.) “Metagaming” is giving your character knowledge that you have, but your character does not have. (For example, someone told you about the contents of their character’s secret journal out of character, but your character did not read that journal, you should not assume your character knows that information.)

However, I would say these are only symptoms of one simple issue: lack of consent.

Before doing something that could change the story in a significant way, simply ask the people you are RPing with if it is OK with them.

So, I would boil down the ‘most important RP rule’ as simply one rule: the Rule of Consent. It doesn’t just apply to mature topics. It applies to everything.

Communication is key! Chances are, people will be OK with accommodating your vision for the story, or helping you come up with a way to make it work. Before doing something extreme like instigating violence, coming across sensitive information, or introducing a significant conflict, simply communicate your ideas out-of-character to your partners before pursuing it. You will have a much better experience if you simply communicate!

Are there RP taboos I should avoid? How do I stay safe if I want to RP but I’m a minor?

This is a bit of a touchier topic, but the rule of thumb is: If it’s gonna be weird and hard to talk about in person, in real life, and out-of-character, chances are, it’s going to be weird and hard to approach in an RP context. Many people RP as an escape from real-world drama and difficulties; don’t bog down their fantasy with the sorts of things they may be trying to avoid. Go back to the Rule of RP: Consent. Make sure your partner will be comfortable with exploring heavier, taboo topics in their fiction and storytelling. TL;DR- Some people don’t like Game of Thrones. Some people don’t want their RP environment to turn into Game of Thrones. Some people enjoy writing about heavier, ‘adult’ material, but don’t assume everyone does. Try to assume your partner is a minor unless they tell you otherwise. (Obvious exception being, if you explicitly joined an 18+ forum, community, guild, etc. The admins of said community should be doing their best to enforce that everyone joining is 18+.)

Don’t be creepy. RP is a hobby, community storytelling, and should be fun for everyone.

If it stops being fun for you, tell your partner it is not fun. You are not obligated to RP with someone who makes you unhappy or uncomfortable. It is a hobby. If you’re worried that they won’t be your friend anymore if you stop RPing with them, ask yourself if that is because they are manipulating you. A real friend will not make you feel trapped.

And if you are a minor, make sure that you stay safe. Don’t join an 18+ community. Don’t ever give someone your personal information, even if they seem like your friend. It’s very easy to get emotionally invested in the stories you tell through RP, but predators are very good at manipulation. View RP as a creative outlet. Look for an RP community that is right for you, and surround yourself with like-minded people.

Practice emotionally distancing yourself from the content of your stories. It’s good and fun to get invested, but don’t become so invested in the story that it induces anxiety, stress, or makes it hard for you to focus on your real life responsibilities. If something is causing you anxiety, panic episodes, or difficulty sleeping and focusing, listen to your body. It’s telling you something isn’t right. Talk about it with someone you trust, and start distancing yourself from the RP.

RP is for fun! Always remember that. Everyone you RP with should respect that it is for fun, and not something to lose sleep over!

I’m having trouble finding RP partners, getting people to stay interested in my story, or staying interested in it myself. What do I do?

I’ve found that the best way to stay invested and get people interested in your story is to give your character a very strong, attainable goal. Here is an example of a “difficult to RP” character concept. Tim the Traveller is mute. He goes around the world looking for people to help, because he’s a very powerful magic healer. He has no family and no home. People have trouble communicating with him because he can’t talk. But he does his best to help. This character is difficult to RP with because he places the onus of every interaction on the other person. He is involving himself in their stories, but he has no personal goals or challenges to explore, himself. Plus, being mute, it makes it more difficult for him to carry on lengthy conversations with the people he encounters. This character concept can be done in a fun and effective way, but I’d say it is a challenge for someone who is just starting out. Let’s see what we can do to make Tim the Traveller a bit easier to RP with. Tim the Traveller suffered severe burns all over him from an incident when he was a child: a criminal set fire to his parent’s house, killing his father. He is searching the world for where the arsonist fled to. He only has a loose trail of breadcrumbs to follow in his quest for revenge and must constantly search for more information and change trajectories. He attempts to help those he comes across during his travels, but always takes his opportunity to press people for more information, describing the arsonist and praying desperately that he will find a trace of the man that killed his father. This sort of idea of a plot allows you to communicate to your RP partners OOC what your character’s goals are, give them information that they might help your character continue his quest, and in turn, your character also has opportunities to help them with their own goals at the same time. One RP I’ve done in the past that was fun was a case of a grave robber. My character was an incredibly poor street rat-turned-detective, and he was approached with an unusual case: a grave was dug up by a necromancer, the body tampered with, but it was placed back in the grave and the perpetrator was nowhere to be seen. My character was strongly motivated to find the perpetrator because he needed the reward money to take care of his adopted son. With limited information concerning the plot, my character travelled all over the city asking everyone he encountered for whatever information they might have regarding the tampered grave. This allowed me to involve a lot of people in the community and allowed my GM to construct opportunities for those involved to find more evidence, and developed into a very rich and interesting story.

A passive character is harder to RP with. An active character makes things happen.

A wallflower RP character can be fun to play in some circumstances, but without an attainable goal, involving others in your story will be harder. Give them goals and motivations, communicate with your RP partners, and see what sorts of stories can be told!

My RP never goes anywhere. I write starters/approach people, but every interaction I have with people doesn’t ever result in anything. What am I doing wrong? I have found, in my RP experience, your connections will feel more in-depth and your RP more rewarding if you try and see how your character and your friend’s character can develop and change over time. This requires some thinking, plotting, and openness to new ideas. It also requires challenging yourself to write lengthier posts for your partner.

For interesting interactions that go deeper than simple introductions and “how’s the weather” RP, it is beneficial to try and include a few things in your starter post or scene. For me, I like to come up with 3 things to include for every starter I write.

1. A clearly defined setting. Like, what’s the time of day? Is it indoors or outdoors? In a city? Somewhere private? Etc.

2. A motive. Why is your character doing what he’s doing right now? What does he want in the scene right now? If he’s just standing around doing nothing, your RP partner has nothing to latch on to. In some way, what he’s doing should tie back to a goal.

3. A connection to your RP partner’s character in some way. Why is their character, specifically, involved in the scene? Know your partner, and try to learn about your partner’s character’s goals. See if both of your characters’ goals can converge.

If you have trouble coming up with an idea for your RP partner, it’s always nice to message them OOC see what you can plot together. If you approach, rather than be approached, and ask questions and try to plot, you will find you have a much easier time easing into RP with them, and you might make a new friend too!

And that’s it for now! The TL;DR to all this is: 1. Follow the Rule of Consent! 2. Give your character goals and motivations! 3. Learn about your partner’s character and actively involve them! If you have additional questions or want to know where I RP at, feel free to send me a message :D

#advice #roleplaying #rp guide #how to rp

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fugio · 6 years ago

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👀 I saw you reblogged the kissing prompts so I’m guessing you’re taking requests? (Sorry if you aren’t!) may I request Akaenno for the stumbling, pushing onto wall/bed kiss?

Hello! Thank you so much for requesting, and I am so so very sorry that this took unbelievably long to write.

I'm open for constructive criticism.

I hope you enjoy this story!

Pairing: Akaashi x Ennoshita

Words: 1490

Prompt: stumbling, pushing onto wall/bed kiss

“The rain isn’t letting up…” Ennoshita said, sighing as he leaned his back against the wall in front of the convenient store.

The sky was dark, lightning flashes every now and then, followed by the steady roar of thunder. It’s been like that for the past half hour.

Ennoshita was on his way back from the station for picking up Akaashi when the rain suddenly came pouring buckets. They were going to stay at Ennoshita’s for the weekend to plan a film project, along with the other guys - Futakuchi, Aone, Shirabu, and Yahaba.

The other guys were already at Ennoshita’s, promptly declining his invitation when Ennoshita asked them to accompany him picking up Akaashi at the station.

“I’m sorry,” he said again after a while, glancing up at the lean figure standing beside him.

“For what?”

“If it wasn’t for me insisting to check out the newest camera, we wouldn’t be stuck here,” Ennoshita said, looking down at the ground shuffling the tip of his shoes on the wet ground. “We should’ve just go straight to my house.”

“Ennoshita-san, it’s fine,” Akaashi reassured him. “I don’t mind.”

“Why don’t we try calling the guys? Let them know we’re stuck in the rain,” Akaashi suggested, fishing out his phone from his pocket.

“That’s a good idea,” Ennoshita agreed. He pulled his own phone and dialed a number.

“I’ll try calling Futakuchi, and maybe ask him to pick us up and bring umbrella while I’m at it.”

But Futakuchi wasn’t answering his phone, and neither was Aone.

“Shirabu-san didn’t pick up his phone, and Yahaba-san’s phone went straight to voicemail,” Akaashi said after awhile.

“What are those guys doing…” Ennoshita groaned. “I’ve tried calling my house too, but no such luck.

”For a second Ennoshita felt dread creeping up his spine thinking about the state of his house left to the hands of those trouble makers, save for Aone.

Ennoshita knew he shouldn’t have let them stay at his house unsupervised. God knows Aone already had his hand full with Futakuchi alone.

Many sighs and countless unanswered calls later, they gave up calling.

“Maybe we should just wait until the rain stop,” Akaashi said.

Ennoshita, stealing a sideway glance at Akaashi, caught him staring at the sky with a slight smile and it sent pleasant warmth through his body.

“Do you like the rain Akaashi-san?”

“Hm, I love it.” Akaashi nodded, closing his eyes, his smile grew wider.

Ennoshita smiled at the sight. Akaashi looked so calm and serene. He seemed to be enjoying the wind splashing the rain against his face.

“This is oddly calming, don’t you think so, Ennoshita-san?” Akaashi asked, smiling even more as he looked sideways to Ennoshita.

“It is,” Ennoshita calmly answered with a smile of his own.

On the outside Ennoshita may looked calm and unbothered, but that smile had just sent his heart into a crazy loop - it felt like he was in the middle of a marathon run.

Ennoshita wasn’t sure how it all started - when that feeling of simple admiration grew into something more. Was it since they were named captains by their respective volleyball club? Or was it when they had found out they both love movie making thus started to make project together? Hell, it might be ever since he laid eyes on Akaashi on that first training camp.

They stayed there for a while longer, standing in front of the convenient store, conversing easily. Every now and then Ennoshita would close his eyes and smile as he felt the splashing rain against his face - just like Akaashi did.

Twenty minutes later and still, it didn’t look the rain was gonna stop anytime soon.

“How far is your house again from here, Ennoshita-san?”

“About 10 minutes walk.”

“Hmm,” Akaashi mumbled. “Then it should be fine.”

“What is?”

“Should we just make a dash for it? It doesn’t seem the rain is gonna stop soon.”

“Ehh, are you serious, Akaashi-san? It’s still raining pretty hard, are you okay with that?” Ennoshita asked, concern lacing his voice.

“Yes, don’t worry. My bag is waterproof so my clothes and camera is gonna be fine.”

“Ah okay,” Ennoshita said. “But that wasn’t exactly what I meant…” He added softly.

“Sorry, did you say something Ennoshita-san?”

“Ah, it’s nothing.”

“So, on three?”

Ennoshita nodded, and they ran through the rain.

They were greeted by a dumbstruck Futakuchi once they get to Ennoshita’s house.

“What happened to you?”

“Rain happened,” Ennoshita answered flippantly at the same time Akaashi said “Good afternoon, Futakuchi-san.”

“Why didn’t anyone pick up their phone?”

“Wait, you called?” Futakuchi frowned, checking out his phone only to find dozens of missed calls from Ennoshita.

“Oops. I forgot, I put in on silence.” He shrugged. “But you’re here already, so all is well.”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“Come on, Akaashi-san, we should dry ourselves. I’ll get us some towel,” Ennoshita said, leading Akaashi to his bedroom on the second floor.

As they passed the living room, Ennoshita saw the other guys playing video games.

“Ah, no wonder no one pick up their phone,” Akaashi muttered, shaking his head.

“Shirabu’s being a little shit, he’s been hogging the game all along,” Futakuchi complained.

“Stop lying! You’re just a sore loser, Futakuchi!” Shirabu shouted from the sofa, controller in his hand, eyes focused on the TV in front of him.

“Just you wait, I’m gonna win the next round,” Futakuchi said as he went back to living room to claim his throne back - or so he said.

“You can put your bag wherever, Akaashi-san,” Ennoshita said once they were in his room.

“Akaashi-san, you can put the wet clothes inside this bin.” Ennoshita pointed to the laundry basket near the door. He proceeded to take off his t-shirt and throw them inside the bin.

“Oh wait, let me get you a towel,” Ennoshita said, turning back then rummaging through his drawers for a spare towel.

“Here, Akaashi-san, you should dry yourself,” Ennoshita said as he handed Akaashi the spare towel.

Akaashi stood there frozen.

And that was exactly when Ennoshita realized the situation he was in.

He stood there with no shirt on. Akaashi was just an arm length away, staring at him, shocked marring his features. His wet clothes clung to his body like a second skin. Ennoshita could see the faint blush on Akaashi’s cheeks. He could see the well defined muscles underneath.

Shit.

Ennoshita could feel heat rising to his face.

“Um, ano, Akaashi-san–” Ennoshita began before he was cut off by Akaashi taking a deep breath and exhaling it.

“Ennoshita-san, where’s the bathroom?” Akaashi asked. Standing up, he tried to looked anywhere but at Ennoshita. Not that it worked, his eyes kept darting at Ennoshita’s broad chest, trailing downward to the abs…

Stop.

Akaashi felt like he was about to explode from embarrassment. His face hot. He tried to hide his blush by covering his head with the towel but he didn’t think it work.

Ennoshita definitely had caught him staring. He needed to get out of there fast, or else his self-control was gonna crumble in seconds.

“Ah, uh…” Ennoshita stammered, equally embarrassed. “Third door on the left,” Ennoshita managed to answer, turning around at the same time as Akaashi took a step forward.

Maybe it was the nerve but they somehow turned into a clumsy mess. They managed to bump into each other.

The moment their bodies collided and their eyes met, they couldn’t look the other way even if they tried.

Ennoshita could now clearly see the red tint on Akaashi’s usually pale cheeks.

Such a pretty color.

His eyes then trailed downward to Akaashi’s pink lips. He gulped.

Ennoshita didn’t know how long he had stared at Akaashi’s lips. Was it only a few seconds? A minute? Ten?

He didn’t remember how it all began - who closed their eyes first, who took the plunge and leaned in first.

The next thing Ennoshita knew, they were already kissing. Softly at first, a tentative peck followed by a shy smile.

The second time, it was Ennoshita who leaned in first to claim Akaashi’s lips, bolder this time. He could feel Akaashi’s eyelashes on his cheeks as his eyes fluttered closed.

Soon, Akaashi’s hand found a place on his bare chest and it send a pleasant shiver across his body.

Ennoshita licked Akaashi’s bottom lip, and he had to bit back a moan when they tounge met.

It was Akaashi who broke the kiss, needing air to breath.

But Ennoshita didn’t stop. His lips found its way on Akaashi’s neck. He trailed soft kisses and bit and suck, pushing Akaashi to the edge of the bed.

Akaashi’s fingers played with Ennoshita’s hair, scratching his scalp and pulling his hair when Ennoshita kissed that spot near Akaashi’s ear.

Pushing Akaashi onto his bed, Ennoshita straddled him and smiled, appreciating the view of Akaashi - hair a mess, face flushed, and swollen lips - sprawled across his bed.

“Kiss me again,” Akaashi said with a raspy voice. He pulled Ennoshita’s head toward his to claimed his lips again. Ennoshita didn’t waste time to explore the inside of Akaashi’s mouth with his tongue.

They were so caught up in the moment the didn’t notice the pounding footsteps drawing near until the door burst open and –

“OH MY GOD-”

"Guys, get a room!"

"Technically, they are in a room."

"GET OUT!" Ennoshita hollered, his face as red as a tomato.

#writings #fugio writes #prompts #ennoshita chikara #akaashi keiji #haikyuu fic

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devotedrigelianflower · 6 years ago

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~*It’s time for: AU Reincarnation – Fire Emblem Awakening*~

//I have been thinking about this for a while since her end to her life was not as pleasant as we all would have liked. It was fun to image what would happen if she was born in another timeline or world. So here is what I came up with for her.

Notes:

Awakening Name: Azalea (Since Rinea is pretty much means ‘flower’ it would make scene that she would named after a flower in this time line too.)

Family: I think it would be interesting if she was related to the royal family. That would mean that Chrom would have 3 sisters, but I think he can deal with it. The birth order would be Emmeryn, Chrom, Azalea (Rinea), and Lissa. If Azalea had a similar personality to her Rinea counterpart, she would most likely be considered the most ‘proper’ noble of the family besides Emmeryn. This would give her a positive reputation among the nobles which means that she would be the one to deal with the nobles the most. Given that she is also quite beautiful, she would also get the most marriage proposal requests much to her dismay as she deals with the nobles trying to win her heart for mainly her status. Her big brother Chrom would get protective of her when he sees her dealing with an overly flirtatious noble that may end up in a not too friendly confrontation. After one very bad confrontation (Basically Chrom beat up a nobleman that went too far with his advances on Azalea), Frederick would be assigned to be with her until he got Azalea a retainer of her own to deal with nobles if they needed to.

Friends: Maribelle I believe she would be the closest to and spend the most time with due to them dealing with nobles. She would miss her and her little sister Lissa when they are with the Shepherds but she knows they have a lot to deal with. She also would be close to the retainer that Frederick assigned to her as well. For the most part she would have many acquaintances but few close friends.

The Shepherds: Azalea would not see herself as a member of the Shepherds since she distastes violence unless it’s necessary and would stay behind to help Emmeryn. She does feel a little left out at times not being with the Shepherds, but she feels that her duty is to help Emmeryn since she is able to without much trouble.

Chapters 1 to 12: Azalea in the beginning would be doing her normal tasks of helping her big sister out with royal duties. She would get introduced to the avatar around the same time as Emmeryn. She would primarily see the avatar as an acquaintance but would not be as close to them. During the assassination attempt on Emmeryn, Azalea would have been forced to a safe location as Emmeryn knows how important Azalea is to the affairs of the kingdom but as well as to protect her little sister. Azalea will rush to see her siblings when everything is secured. When Plegia invades the capital, the guards would make sure that Azalea would be protected and was moved to a safe location once more. When Emmeryn gives herself up, Azalea would be distraught, but she would do her best to use the guards that she has to push the stubborn Plegian soldiers that want to try to rob the people out of the capital. When she finds out that Emmeryn passed away, she would be devastated but does her best to remain calm since she has people who depend on her to keep the capital safe and still running. She would worry about Chrom and Lissa and hope that they are safe. She would be happy to see them when they finally return but she would morn the loss of their older sister with them.

Two-year time skip: Azalea would do her best to help Chrom with his new royal duties and help him out when he needs for it since she now has the most experience. When Chrom gets married, she also would help his wife with settling with her new role and royal duties as well. When Lucina is born, she is excited to be an aunt and would make time to spend with her baby niece.

Chapter 13 to 20: Azalea would be sad that they would be thrown into another war but understands that they must helps their allies who aided them in the previous war. She would stay behind to not only take care of the royal affairs as well as internal affairs but also to help take care of her niece. Because of this, little Lucina would become very attached to Azalea as she would be the one raising her. For the most part Azalea would make sure to send out messages and reports to Chrom so that he is up to date on what happens in Ylisstol. She also would be working on securing allies if she is able to for financial reasons as well. This is when she starts to debate if she should marry for an alliance. She keeps that a secret from her family as to not worry them.

Chapter 21 to End Game: Honestly not much would really happen to Azalea except her raising baby Lucina and her worry about Grima being summoned because even she would notice that. At this point unlike the rest of her family (who have Grima to worry about), she would be trying to figure out how the kingdom of Valm is going to end up since she knows that might cause problems down the road. So she does her best to get some messages going to Valm to get reports on their situation as to see who will end up taking the throne and if they need an alliance of some sort which she also mentions to them that she is willing to marry the new ruler of Valm if that is what is needed for an alliance. She will be very relieved when Grima gets destroyed and to see her family again. Baby Lucina might have a problem getting used to having her parents around since Azalea raised her for a year and a half at this point. That gets taken care of when Chrom and his wife spend more time with their little girl and Azalea slowly sees her niece a little less so she can get used to her parents. She would also be focused on sending messages to Valm and exchange letters with the soon to be new ruler of Valm who seems interested in seeking marriage to her but of course wants to see her first. She invites him to Chrom’s coronation so they can meet in person. She still does not tell her family of the potential of an arranged marriage as she wants to make sure it actually goes through first.

Epilogue: After Chrom becoming the Exalt, Azalea meets the new ruler of Valm * in the after-party coronation. He completely falls head over heels for her the second he sees her and pretty much asks her to marry him. Azalea knew this would be a perfect opportunity to form an alliance with Valm and to the shock of everyone she agreed under the condition that they court properly for at least a year. He accepts the condition and in one year they were married and she become the empress of Valm. They have a very happy marriage and are blessed with many children.

*(Side note: He can be a reincarnated version of Berkut but way nicer prince who cares for the people despite their class. He would hate his uncle Walhart for causing what he sees as the pointless bloodshed and war when they could have just talked to the royals in Ylisstol instead of their concerns for Grima. He would be against what was going on but not had the power to stop it. The only reason why he lived was probably because Walhart has a soft spot for his nephew and heir. And yes this Berkut could do the whole ‘UNCLE!!!!’ thing here as well only this time is to try to stop his uncle from invading Ylisstol. This whole thing could be a story of it’s own but that’s too much work for me so you guys have fun with that.)

Future: For the most part not much has changed for her except for the fact that when Chrom dies she and Lissa will end up co ruling the kingdom. When Lissa dies then Azalea will end up being the soul ruler until Lucina is old enough to take over. Since Valm and everyone that lives there gets destroyed by Grima at this point, Azalea ends up marrying a wealthy nobleman for mostly alliance reasons. She would not love him but at least care enough about him that he would not notice. She and her husband would end up dying trying to give Lucina enough time to escape to change the future once and for all.

//Wow that took a long time. This was fun to do! You guys can add your thoughts if you want to. I just thought this would be a nice little AU to try.

@convxction (You totally inspired me to do this thanks to our characters interactions. Go ahead and have fun adding your inputs if you want.)

#rinea au reincarnation #rinea in awakening #this was so much typing but I enjoyed it #I don't know if I will do another one of this but we will see

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