#implied ares x athena

[love-that-we-were-in]

Let All Your Damage Damage Me

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader Summary: There's something to be said for patching up Camp Half-Blood, especially when you end up seeing more of Luke Castellan than you thought you ever would. Or 3 times Luke starts a fight and 1 time he doesn't. Word Count: 4.6k Warnings: smoking, mentions of low-grade drugs and underage drinking, implied sexual content and more teenage dirtbag luke because @initialchains was kind enough to let me steal him for evil!

a/n: this is the most brainrot i've ever brainrotted and again, all credit for this version of luke to noli. enjoy!!!

There’s this weight that carries the name Luke Castellan across Camp Half-Blood. Once, it was a new camper - years on the run with a young daughter of Athena and a fatality at the borders that drew interest. In the time since, it’s become something different, reshaped and frayed. A promising young demigod lingering on the outskirts where possible, creating his own tethers to the mortal world like it’ll detach itself from him if he doesn’t. 

It confuses new campers at first, the dichotomy between how Luke is spoken of and who he is. The best swordsman in almost three centuries, a once favorite son of Hermes. To look at him then, take in his scuffed shoes and the cigarette tucked behind his ear - it makes them wonder what it took for him to fall so far out of alignment. 

No one ever asks. 

1.

The conch sounds from your left and the rest of your campmates spread out across the land with a battle cry. You know how this evening goes, too many of them spent alone in the quiet of the med-bay. There’s three of you as it stands, all waiting for someone to show up with a cut to tend to as the game gets underway. Will stands outside, eyes wandering over the edges of the forest as if he can see through the trees to what’s happening within them. It’s his first summer, the thrill of camp yet to be lost on him, and you’re glad he can find excitement in being on the sidelines. Lee has already tucked himself into a corner, technically a part of the medical team but mostly waiting to tag into the game. A back-up player. 

You know that within the hour, you’ll likely lose both of them to the game. It’s not something you mind, dealing with the minor injuries alone. There’s an element of peace to it, tending to everyone else’s wounds and sending them on their way. It’s what you’re best at, a healed knife wound last year the reason you were claimed. Still, it makes capture the flag last for eons - every hint of action happening further than you can see, often too far away for you to even register until someone pushes their way through your door in need of help.

So you settle in, let the peace of the evening wash over you. When one of the younger Demeter kids rushes into the room, you observe Will treating the deep cut on her arm. Disinfectant, gauze, a small bandage. When he’s done, he looks at you and you’re all too familiar with it. The longing to be part of the action. At your nod, he takes off, hot on the heels of the young girl and into the thick of battle. 

Eventually one of Clarisse’s siblings bursts into the room, fire in his eyes and you can hardly blink before Lee is standing to attention. It’s the way of the game and you wave him off lightly, lowering yourself back into a chair and letting your head fall against the cool surface of the wall. 

Another hour. 

If you had to guess, you would say there’s less violence on the field today. It’s Annabeth’s first time leading a team, you know that, and you’re aware of the way her mind works - lower injuries, higher soldiers. There’s little doubt that she’s ran the numbers, with backup plans for her backup plans to find and steal the flag. You know you should be rooting against her, Apollo partnered with Ares this time around, but you want this victory for her. 

There’s a flurry of movement from outside moments later, a groan followed by a muttered “I’m fine, Annabeth” before the girl is in front of you, frown pulling across her features. 

Beside her, or rather resting his weight on her, is Luke Castellan, eyebrows scrunched together and arms covered in thin cuts. 

You don’t really have much of an opinion on Luke if you’re being honest. You know the basics - a crash course given to you by Silena when you arrived at camp, actual information littered between rumors. Son of Hermes, incredible swordsman. Snuck out of camp two years ago to get a tattoo because he was drunk. Bribed Katie to start growing weed in one of the rarely used greenhouses.

Now, faced with him in a bloodied camp t-shirt and lacking his usual cigarette, you sort of want to know what’s true. 

“What happened to him?” There should be more urgency to your actions, you know, but you help Annabeth guide him into one of the beds at the side of the room slowly. 

“He decided to pick a fight with a bunch of kids near the lake,” Annabeth says, rolling her eyes. Even as she does, there’s this adoration that seeps out of her, the same one you’ve always known her to carry where Luke is concerned. “Three on one.”

Luke groans as you shift his position, glaring at the girl in front of him. “They deserved it. The shit they were saying.” 

Part of you wants to ask, desperately. Annabeth chuckles, nudging his shoulder and says, “Yeah, I know. I already thanked you so stop fishing for compliments.” 

He laughs lowly and you almost forget that there’s a real reason Annabeth would’ve brought him here. You’ve only seen Luke in this room once, late last winter, so it’s odd that he’d be here now. He tilts his chin at her, and then at the door. “Go win that flag.”

She starts to protest, talking about having faith in her team and how making sure he’s safe is more important. Still, she glances towards the door. 

“He’s in good hands with me, Annabeth,” You say when she stops to breathe for a moment. She bites her lip. “I promise.”

“She promises,” Luke repeats from behind you and apparently, that’s all Annabeth needed. With a final glance between you, she retreats, working her way back into the game. “Just me and you now, Angel.” 

There’s some sort of shift with Annabeth’s absence, thicker in the air and not completely unwelcome. Maybe it’s the nickname, too familiar for people having their second conversation, but there’s this way Luke says it, no intention twisting around the letters but settling warmly into your system anyway. You ignore it. “Where are you hurt, Castellan?” 

He grimaces and it’s the first time you notice his hand clasped at his side. It drops and you take in the darker color of his camp t-shirt there, the way it sticks to the area damp with blood and probably a lot of sweat. 

“Holy shit.” 

“It’s not that bad,” he jokes and you raise an eyebrow at him. He shrugs. “I’ve had worse.”

You shake your head. “Come on then, let’s see it.” 

It’s something you don’t do often, this informality with a patient. Bedside manner means something in healing but right now, you can’t think of the right way to channel it. To be gentle with Luke would feel awkward, restrictive almost, and to be too formal would just be rude at this point. What you’re doing now seems to work, if the way he grins is any indication, and you excuse yourself to the supply cabinet as he does as requested.

When you turn back around, Luke has his shirt off, legs still hanging off the side of the bed. You almost want to tell him to lay down, for your own peace of mind. Make it so you can simply treat the wound without having to look at him properly. Because Luke is…

Luke is really fucking pretty. 

You’ve known he was attractive - everyone knew that. It wasn’t something openly spoken about, not with how he exists on the outskirts of camp most of the time, but it was mutually understood. For all his faults, Luke was incredibly attractive. 

Now, though, even with blood covering half of his torso, he’s really fucking pretty. 

“I’m just going to clean it first,” you say when you reach him and it comes out quieter than you intended. You stand in front of him and his head tilts back slightly to look at your face properly. “Do you mind if you just- I need to get a little closer to look at it.”

You expect him to turn to the side, let the wound face you a bit better. Instead, the space between Luke’s legs widens enough for you to take a step closer, almost like a challenge, and you take it anyway. 

You work on instinct, wiping the blood away, pressing gentle fingertips into the skin. Habits formed over months, usually steady hands shaking just slightly as you wipe the cloth against Luke’s torso, his even breaths hitting the side of your neck at this angle. 

It’s not as deep as you expected, the skin still open, completely raw but not as ugly as it could be. As what you expected it to be. Gently, you press the gauze to it, lifting your head to be met with Luke’s eyes. They’re brown. They’re brown and completely relaxed and you kind of really want to find out how wide they could get in the right situation. 

“I told you it wasn’t that bad,” Luke says and you feel it more than you hear it. It shoots through your veins and you distantly remember Silena telling you that she once caught him with a line of coke. They rattle together before falling silent and you can hear your own breathing again. Luke’s too, slower than yours but close enough that you can count the length of each one. 

“You still should’ve come to me when you got injured.” 

“I’ll remember that next time.” It drifts across your cheeks, warming the skin there and you look back down at your hand pressed against Luke’s side. Pulling the gauze away, you quickly replace it with a clean square, sticking it in place carefully.

You run a finger across the edges before muttering, “All done.” 

There’s a right thing to do. Take a step back, give Luke the privacy to redress and send him on his way with instructions for looking after the dressing. That’s what you’re supposed to do. It’s what your brain is screaming at you to do, actually, but Luke’s skin is still so warm under your palm and each breath makes you more aware of the dip in his collarbones and you can’t think of a single good reason to move away.

When his lips part, you think he’s going to give you one. Instead, he whispers, “Tell me no,” and it just makes more sense to meet him halfway than say yes. 

Turns out, Luke Castellan is a really good kisser. It matches him, the blase way he leans into the action, tilts his head and adjusts the pressure to match whatever you do. Distantly, you remember to move your hand, dropping it from the gauze and resting it on his thigh instead and there’s this noise Luke makes in the back of his throat as you do so that makes you want to do it again.

He breaks off in the end, drawing in deep breaths. To see him disheveled isn’t entirely new, not with the lack of care he puts into maintaining his camp uniform, but to see him like this - dark curls run through, cheeks flushed red and lips swollen - is something else entirely. Without thinking too hard, you dip your head and place a kiss to the skin where his neck meets his shoulder. He shivers and you take it as an invitation, pressing another to his shoulder and then one to his right collarbone. 

His loose grip on your hip tightens and you wonder how far you could take this before you would have to stop. Based on the low curse Luke lets out when you repeat the motions on the other side of his neck, it’ll probably take until another camper comes to find you. 

Dragging your gaze down Luke’s frame, you come to the reasonable conclusion that it’s a risk you’re just going to have to take. 

2.

You expect it to happen sooner, staring at the door each evening willing it to open. A week of counting the hours, locking the med bay every night and still no sign of Luke. He’s back from his quest - Will had rushed in with the news when he’d crossed the border back into camp - but you’re yet to see him at all. Silena tried to tell you about his quest, about his failure really, and you’d shut her down before she could give you anything more than that he’d been badly injured. 

Lee had been on duty the day he’d returned. Written the notes and left them filed away. 

Deep scarring on the face. Nectar and ambrosia required on arrival. Patient refused monitoring. 

He doesn’t offer any further insight when he catches you reading over them the next morning, just shrugs like he expected Luke to refuse his help. Like he’s surprised the other boy even showed up for treatment at all. It’s moments like that, where there’s this judgement surrounding Luke’s mere existence, that remind you of the weeks before his quest. The five hectic weeks of bruised knuckles and how soft they could be against your skin. Of how nice cigarette smoke could be coming from Luke’s lips instead of just lingering in the air. 

So it catches you off guard when the knock sounds on your door, the same familiar quick raps of knuckles on the wood that you grew accustomed to hearing late into the night. He’s there, when you pry the door open, and he’s nothing like you expected. 

He’s still Luke, from the ragged tee to staggered breathing, but there’s blood covering half of his face, dripping from the stretch of open skin running down his left cheek and a dip in his spine he never had before. 

“Do you want to berate me first or can I just come in?” 

Stepping out of the way, you gesture into the empty room. There’s a familiar routine to this now, despite the week without it, and Luke takes his usual path to the bed near the cabinets. It’s wrong, the way you attach yourself to the casualness of it, to the comfort of having him back in this space with you, instead of rushing to do your job. 

But it’s Luke, a little broken maybe, but still Luke. 

“Who’d you fight this time?” You ask as you dig through drawers for everything you might need. You tell yourself it’s to be prepared - you both know what it really is. “Don’t tell me the foxes are back.”

“If you think this is bad, you should see the other guy.” 

It’s a running joke, borne of concern the first time Luke showed up here after curfew with a cut on jaw and nose a little more crooked than before. Something to reassure you, to stop you shifting yourself into professional mode. A way of assuring you that there was no rush. 

“You didn’t have a healing scar before,” you mutter regardless, slotting yourself into the space between his legs like normal. There’s an overhead light and, from directly in front of him, you can make out the length of it, the shape of the raised skin. It’s still raw, a little puffy, but on the right track. “Or did you forget?” 

“It’s not exactly easy to ignore, is it?” He shrugs, sitting straighter. “Besides, Ares kids are never all that.”

Finally, you think, lifting your hand to touch the taut skin there, there’s the bitterness you’ve heard in his voice so many times before. It’s one of those things you’ve come to recognise in Luke’s tone, the cadence of it when he actually cares, pitching lower than usual, burying itself under nonchalance. 

He watches as your thumb swipes across his cheek, pulling back to observe the way it stains red. You’re used to seeing him a little damaged, easily put back together by your hand. This is something else, a reflection of how everyone else sees him - bloodied and broken and damn near unapproachable for fear of spilled blood - and you want to capture it in your brain for the future, maybe forever. 

“I’m starting to think you might like me,” Luke says, hands moving from where they sit on the bed to rest on your waist. Your eyes stay locked on the pad of your thumb, watching the blood begin to seep into your skin. A beat, the brush of his warm thumb against the skin on your waist, and then, “It doesn’t hurt that much.” 

It goes against so much of who you’ve always sworn to be, finding him so pretty in this moment. Taking in the red of his cheek, the way it stretches down his neck and drips onto his t-shirt. Short of taking a medical oath, you’ve promised yourself to heal. To mend. To treating the injured, regardless of your own feelings on the matter.

Of course it would only take Luke Castellan, dark eyes and tender hands, to challenge that. 

“Tell me if it does,” You whisper and he licks his lower lip as he nods, wiping away some of the blood staining it as he does. The end of his quiet “promise” catches itself between your lips, mingling with the metal on your tongue and making it sweeter than you could’ve ever anticipated. 

This part of Luke is all too familiar, the taste of him to the comfortable weight of yourself on him. You’d learnt on that first night what made him tick, what made its way through him and he would return to you tenfold. In the weeks since, you’ve studied them, picking them apart until there’s been nothing to do but follow them into freefall. 

Now, you use them to guide you. Those small hitches in his breathing, the clearing of his throat, the slip of his palm when you press your lips to the skin above his pulse on the left and let them stain the right to match. It’ll all fade when you come back to yourself, cleaning the wound and stitching him back up, but it’s there when you lean back to look at him again, the undeniable mark of you on Luke Castellan’s skin. 

“You’re really fucking pretty, you know that.”

Luke tilts his head, squinting a little to focus his gaze. It’s this thing he does whenever you get like this, observant and a tad shy, waiting for the ball to drop. You keep silent, arms still wrapped around his shoulders and knees digging into the mattress either side of his hips. It’ll pass, always. 

When it does, the air changes. Not quite the same heated urgency as before, less hazy and with Luke realising the inch he’s been given, taking the mile you’ve offered in the inbetween. He’s still broken, still stained despite your best efforts to remove it, and he settles a hand in the hair at the nape of your neck as you push closer to him. 

3.

Silena told you once that it only takes twenty-one days to form a habit. She was talking about finding cigarette ends scattered around the training centre, a sure sign of Luke’s presence there each day, and how his habits had become too ingrained in him after years for them to be broken. It wasn’t true, you’d known that much, but it stayed in the back of your mind with every new one you attempted to build - daily runs, the correct amount of sleep, offering help to someone you didn’t know too well at camp. None of them ever stuck, lasting a few days at most, but it strikes you again now, Luke pushing his way through your door.

Eight weeks. More than enough time to form an alleged habit. You think, observing the flex of his arm, the thin section of ink peeking out from under his camp tee when he does, that you’ve fallen into a habit with Luke Castellan. Possibly even the habit of Luke Castellan. 

It’s different this time, however. The lack of visible bruising on his own skin, for one. There’s hints of it, smatterings of black and purple stretching across his knuckles, the skin peeling slightly, but his face is unmarred save for his usual scar. You don’t often see Luke mean. Based on the clench of his fists, so tight you’re sure it must hurt, you’re not entirely sure you want to.

“Did you know that he was summoned?” He says through gritted teeth. Sometimes, you wonder if Luke knows how to start a conversation properly. It’s not something you’ve known him to do, never a hello or goodbye, just a topic spoken into the space around you both. Neverending. “Claimed while I was away getting my ass handed to me by a dragon and then summoned for a discussion with Hermes.” 

You understand, then, why his entire body is tense. A carefully curated reputation tumbling down around him after years. The fallen son of Hermes finally getting some comeuppance for his impudence. Being replaced, in spite of dedication given to people who couldn’t stand to be around him. It’s not the first time you’ve been upset for him, but it is the first time it’s made you ache for justice. 

“I heard he got back this morning.” 

Luke hums and you watch as his cheek hollows, knowing how his teeth are indenting on the skin inside. “Came to find me first thing. To tell me all about it.”

“He came to rub it in.”

“Good girl,” he smiles, the first since walking in, and the combination burns low in your gut. A habit takes twenty-one days to form and it took Luke seventeen to understand the effect those words had on you. “I swung for him before I even realised I was doing it.” 

You perch yourself on the edge of one of the beds, keeping careful track of his movements across the room. “This might be the first time you’ve come here and the other guy is actually going to look worse.” 

It does what you wanted it to, drags a chuckle out of him and releases the tension from his shoulders. “I bumped into Will on my way here. Sent him to patch him up and keep him far away from me.” 

“Are you telling me you planned to get me alone in the med bay, Castellan?”

His nose scrunches, stealing the last of his rage from the air and twisting it into something different. “You were already alone in the med bay. I just planned to take advantage of it.”

The change in dynamic isn’t lost on you, so unused to starting in these positions, but you let it linger for a moment anyway. Ground yourself in the knowledge that Luke knows you, knows your breathing and your movements and your heartbeat. It doesn’t take twenty-one days to build a habit, and you’re far from breaking this one.

“Tell me no,” Luke says and it echoes in a way it hasn’t before. Joins the dust in the air and settles in the sunlight from the high windows. You take a breath. He releases one. “Tell me yes.” 

It’s something you should think about more, letting him ingrain himself in your space the way you have been. Patching him up is one thing, borne from consideration and oath and demanded by a higher power than yourself. In the dark nights of camp, you can pretend the time you spend with him doesn’t count for much - that it barely exists if you want to. That’s how you’ve navigated it so far, pretending not to know the calluses on his hands during demonstrations, brushing it off when Silena points out how he’s been getting into more fights these past few months. 

You should leave Luke Castellan in the shadows, a boy mended in dim lighting and known through hushed conversations. 

But you know the taste of smoke from his lungs, the press of his lips on your skin. You know his blood and his sweat and his mumbled curses. You know more about him than anyone in this camp, maybe in this world, and you’re the only one who cares to trace it over again and again until you can recite him line by line. 

“Yes, Luke,” It comes out louder than intended, completely defined. “Please.” 

Whatever it is about it, the assuredness or the plea, it’s what he needs, crashing into you like it’s all he’s ever wanted to do. There’s an easy confidence to the way he touches you now, swallows the sounds you make to keep them for himself, keeps you half-hidden from the daylight peering in like it’ll protect you both. You bury yourself under his skin, nails and teeth and take parts of him with you when you let go. 

It’s risky, slightly too hurried for how important it feels, but it makes sense with each breath you share. Fits itself to the bitterness that frays your edges, hems them into something more palatable. Luke’s mumbles are half-formed against your skin and yours are incomplete in air and they stick together as something no one else could translate. 

You can’t define this, not with a theory or a diagnosis, but you think it could fall neatly into your notes as a categorised addiction. 

With Luke’s soft curls between your fingers, you kind of forget how to care.

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“You know, I could probably beat you in a fight.” 

Luke chuckles, flicking the ash from his cigarette to the ground behind your cabin. It’s a new thing, hiding yourselves away in new locations, and you’re sort of fascinated with the way he chooses where to go. No rhyme or reason. “You think?”

“I would bet so much money on it if we actually got paid here,” You nod, rocking back on your heels. He’s nicer like this, bathed in moonlight and at peace with his surroundings. It’s something you’ve become accustomed to, the casual dichotomy of Luke at night, unburdened by rumours. “I would bet your chain on it.” 

You’re not serious, he knows that - the silver necklace is one of the few things he actually treasures - but it’s funny to see his face lift in disbelief as you say it. He presses the end of his cigarette out under his shoe and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop the smile threatening to come out. 

“You really think you could beat me in a fight?” 

You take a step back with each one he takes forward, only to find yourself pressed against your cabin seconds later. Luke’s smile changes, twists a little more into a smirk, and you let yourself relax into it. Instead of an answer, you hum lightly. His hands land either side of your head and you feel yourself smile before you remember to stop it. 

“Take it back,” he whispers and it drifts across your cheekbones. You drop your gaze to the peek of silver above his camp shirt, curling a finger underneath the metal so the charm dangling from it drops into full view. You glance back at him, his gaze dropping from your face to hand on his chest. “Please.” 

Wrapping your hand around the cool metal, you tug him the short distance between you and it feels like the better response when Luke smiles against your lips.

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Dark! Percy Jackson Reverse Harem x Reader|| Chapter three

<<< Chapter Two

A lot has happened, Clarisse and her cabin mates. bullied you and Percy-

-Ok, they bullied Percy and didn't do anything to you because Ares has forbidden them.

And when she tried to speak to you, Percy flipped and 'bended' the toilet water, and attacked them.

And there you met Annabeth, who you think is very cool.

Maybe because you like Athena.

Right now, you are sitting beside Percy eating a muffin as Luke explains how he met Annabeth.

"Before camp, I was on the road. Me and a forbidden kid I met along the way. Her name was Thalia."

"And what does that mean, forbidden?" the blond boy inquires.

"A long time ago, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades agreed their children were becoming too powerful, so they made a pact not to father any more."

You listen carefully to the explanation, feeling like your mother told you something like that before.

In a fairytale narration.

"And it held for a long time, until Zeus broke that pact. Until Thalia"

"Of course, it's always Zeus' fault, no surprise here" You mock and roll your eyes.

Luke chuckles before continuing.

"A forbidden kid attracts trouble. Monsters everywhere, it’s just a constant battle to stay alive."

You look at Percy, ignoring the rest of the speech

Just so you can focus on connecting the dots.

Percy can control water.

His father is the godly parent.

Percy is Poseidon's son even if he haven't claimed him yet.

"Oh my god, Percy"

The two boys turn to you.

"You still haven't found out who is your father...have you never paid attention to what Chiron told us in class about Greek gods"

You exclaim while Percy's eyes widens, Luke seems to understand what you are implying.

"You are bright, (Y/n)" the older demigod compliments you.

"Then do you know who is it?"

Before you could reply, a conch shell blows as Chiron begins speaking.

"Heroes… it’s time!"

You sigh, remembering that it is time for the flag capturing.

°°°

"This is your first time in capturing the flag and you said you are going to protect me?"

"Don't worry, everything will be fine"

Percy assures you, as he flosses.

"You are hopeless" you assert.

On the other hand, you gently pick up a lizard and start patting it.

Until Percy decides to cut in, and also pat the beautiful creature.

"It's so cute"

"I agree"

He looks at you the same moment your eyes meet his own.

Percy leans in slowly, ready to kiss you on the lips, closing his eyes.

Unfortunately for him, you playfully put the Lizard against his lips.

He opens his eyes quickly, backing away and wiping his lips.

"Why you do that?" Percy whines.

"I thought you said it was cute" you tease him.

Suddenly Clarisse comes in with her flag mates.

"Flag’s that way. It’s not here." Percy says.

"We know. Yeah, glory’s fine. Revenge is more fun."

Clarisse turns on her spear before staring directly at you.

"You should stay away from frauds like him, dear niece"

Chapter Four >>>

[hoakaikapo]

wanna be yours - clarisse la rue x fem! child of athena oc

A/N: this is a rush draft. i’m tired. just take it as it is. i mentally can’t fix it right now because i need sleep. also, this might be multiple parts but idk yet. okay goodnight!

warnings: implied mention of sex, kissing, fighting, teasing, uh i can’t think of anything else, but lmk if i missed any please!!

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It was a mutual understanding between you and Clarisse, one that neither of you spoke about. Why should anything be said when you both were tangled up in hot kisses, hands roaming throughout each other’s bodies like lost explorers whenever you saw each other. There was hardly any room for talking in your guys’ heated exchanges, and even if there was room for talking, neither of you knew how to bring it up.

However, you figured maybe something should be said sooner than later. Clarisse was starting to become more frequent with her midnight visits to your cabin, more jealous whenever someone flirted with you, more riskier in public.

In fact, just a few days ago, one of her half-siblings almost caught you two making out in her bed in broad daylight. You took it seriously, honoring the understanding you two had, whereas Clarisse muttered careless statements about being caught as she kissed your lips again.

You figured there was something there now. You had always sensed it between the stolen glances, the slight finger touches when Clarisse walked past you, the way your body simply melted into hers. The unspoken attraction was there. Maybe it was real. You could only hope it was.

A part of you started to hate running and sneaking around just to keep this “relationship” - your secret affair - a secret. But, you would tell yourself otherwise, because you never knew what was truly going on inside that beautiful head of hers.

———

Capture the flag was one of those games that you couldn’t stand to miss out on. The intensity, the atmosphere, the energy between all players. You loved the game, especially since it involved strategizing.

You lay low among the tall grass of the forest, eyes scanning your surroundings, ears listening for any sounds, the grip on your dagger was tight. Your breathing was steady, almost quiet, because you were afraid that someone could hear it.

A twig branch snaps. You bring your dagger closer to your chest, waiting to attack whoever was incoming. Your breath hitches once you noticed the red plumes emerge from behind the trees.

Stay low, be ready, attack when they’re near. That’s how you rolled.

Once they were close enough, you lunged first, making sure to tackle your opponent to the ground. However, it’s a battle of brute strength. Your opponent was resistant, determined to not lose this sort of wrestling match going on between you two.

As you’re both rolling back and forth on the ground, you feel your opponent grab your dagger and toss it somewhere out of your reach. They shift their body weight so that they’re on top of you on the ground, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. You squirm, trying to slip out of their grip, but it’s tight and firm on you.

“You know, for a child of Athena, I was expecting a bit more of a challenge,” a husky yet familiar voice said. You could recognize that egoistic tone anywhere.

Clarisse removes her helmet, still keeping one hand on your wrists, her curls perfectly intact as if you guys didn’t just spend almost five minutes wrestling each other. She looked down and a sly smug came across her face once she realized you were the one beneath her.

“Well, hello, angel,” Clarisse says, bringing her face closer to yours. “Been avoiding me much? Haven’t seen you in this position in a while.”

You scoff. “As if I have ever been beneath you.”

“You were last week Saturday,” the Ares girl reminds you. You bite your lip, knowing it’s the truth.

An evil look is in her eyes as she guides them down your body. You feel her gaze on you, admiring you in this position. Her face mere inches away from yours once she made eye contact with you again. Clarisse’s free hand has moved to your waist, causing you to gasp slightly at the touch.

Every part in your body began to crave her, craving her lips on yours, craving her hands on your body, craving her. Your body is practically screaming for her. You could tell she felt it too. The glint in her eyes was all too familiar to you.

As Clairsse’s face slowly leans into yours, the grip on your hands begin to loosen, allowing you to slip out from under them. She’s nervous, it seems, as she hesitantly licked her lips. You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her closer, her lips lightly grazing yours-

Your brain stops you from kissing her. In fact, it reminds you that you still have a game to win - and as much as you want to kiss the Ares girl, winning came first. Surely, she’d understand that.

You use your weight against hers, pushing her off of you and slamming her onto the ground with you now on top. The look on Clarisse’s face showed surprise before it turned into frustration.

Clarisse got teased badly by you. But, you teased yourself as well.

After grabbing two blue bands from your pocket, you tied one around each of her wrists, now implying that she was a prisoner of your team.

“Got you, La Rue,” you cheekily say, hovering your lips over hers once again.

———

Clarisse was pissed at you, maybe a bit beyond that.

The entire time at dinner, all she could do was glare at you. One of your half-siblings noticed and stated that if looks could kill, you would’ve been dead the moment you walked into the mess hall. You shook it off, pretending that the Ares girl was just mad that she was taken prisoner for the first time ever, but you knew it wasn’t entirely that.

A part of you felt guilty. Actually, no, you as a whole felt guilty for playing Clarisse like that earlier. As much as you loved your win later on, you also wanted Clarisse in that moment. If you were able to have both, you would’ve.

Later on that night, you waited outside the Ares cabin, making sure to stay hidden in case Chiron was doing rounds tonight. You sat for what seemed like forever until Clarisse finally came out.

You wasted no time. You grabbed her hand and pulled her to the side, instantly pressing a quick kiss on her lips which caught her off guard.

Clarisse’s eyes were wide in shock, trying to comprehend what just happened.

“I’m sorry, Clarisse,” you apologized, a hint of nervousness in your tone as you weren’t sure how she was going to react. “I-I shouldn’t have done that to you. It was rude, and I want you to know that… I really wanted to kiss you too, but then I reminded myself that we were in the game and I didn’t want to lose. So, I made that stupid decision, and I’m so sorry-“

Clarisse smashed her lips onto yours, causing you to stumble a little bit.

“You think too much. No wonder you’re Athena’s daughter,” she mumbled between your lips before pulling you back in.

It was like a million fireworks being set off at once. That burning feeling of desire in both of your chests was now gone. Clarisse’s hands made her way down to your waist and she held you firmly, as if she never wanted to let you go. You felt your body melt into her touch, wrapping your arms around her neck to pull you closer, even though the space between you two was already minimal enough.

You pulled apart from each other, both out of breath. Clarisse looks at you and smiles before pulling you into a warm embrace.

Despite her rough, aggressive, almost murderous side to her, Clarisse was sweet, gentle, and actually super affectionate.

This side of her was only reserved for you, and you quite liked it that way.

“Tease me like that ever again, and I’ll make sure you taste my blade,” Clarisse mutters into your ear before placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Put a single scratch and I’ll make sure that you’ll never get to see me again,” you whisper in a serious tone. “I mean it, Clarisse.”

Clarisse nods her head. You find it cute that she almost always agrees to everything you say, as if she’s a puppy.

The sound of Chiron’s hooves could be heard just around the corner. As much as you two wish you could have this moment together for just a little longer, dish and stall duty didn’t sound pleasant to either of you.

Clarisse pulls you in for another quick kiss, both on your lips and your hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow, angel.”

[asvterias]

𝖲𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖠 𝖲𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 ~ 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖫𝖺 𝖱𝗎𝖾

clarisse masterlist

warnings: none

pairings: clarisse la rue ✘ black!fem!demigod!reader (daughter of pasithea)

genres: insomniac!reader, worried!clarisse is so cute to witness, reader doesn’t wanna burden her gf with her problems so she just keeps it hidden and hopes it will pass, kinda detective!clarisse x unaware!reader, clarisse is a lovely girlfriend, reader admires her girlfriend’s muscles (SO REAL FOR THAT), BOTH reader and clarisse are extremely flirty with each other, implied mentions of making out, smitten!clarisse, basically heartwarming fluff everywhere

summary: because of your consistent nightmares, you’ve been unable to sleep at night. soon enough, your girlfriend notices, and confronts you about it.

word count: 2.4k+

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author’s note: i can’t believe it took me this long to finally post this!! writer’s block had a strong hold on me with this one and i really don’t know why but aye, it’s better late than never right?

requested by a lovely mutual @urbisexualfriend

For the past couple of weeks, sleep was a hard obstacle to overcome. Due to your nightmares, you found it impossible to sleep at night, touching out your tiredness as you stayed up through the night. While everyone slept soundly in their beds, you remained awake, attempting to keep yourself occupied from falling asleep. The occasional yawns left your mouth, but you ignored the notion, not catching an ounce of sleep.

You applied light makeup to your face, hiding the eyebags you gained from pulling all-nighters. Most of the time, you manage to hide it from your beloved girlfriend, Clarisse, but with a few slips up from you and she is quick to connect the dots.

Sometimes, you’d sneak out and head to Clarisse’s cabin, snuggling in the comfort of her arms. Obviously, she didn’t mind it, adoring whenever you randomly visited her in the night, and she’d wake up warmed by your embrace. All those times you cuddled with her, she was highly unaware that you were still awake and pretending to be refreshed when morning arrived.

“Have you been able to get any sleep?”

You knew this question was coming, and you had prepared for it.

“Yes, I have. Slept like a baby, why do you ask?” You answered your girlfriend’s question with a bored sigh, almost sounding like it was rehearsed.

“Just asking.”

“My body’s still asleep…but I’m not!”

“I’m serious, babe,”

“So am I.”

She nods her head reassuringly, running her fingers up and down your arms, “Okay, I believe you.”

You smile at her, pressing your lips gently against hers, a soft innocent kiss. That was the first time Clarisse let it slide, mainly because her mind was still hazy from the kiss, but her other priorities topped that. Little did you know that was all she needed, planning to catch you in the act instead.

The next day was Capture the Flag, Ares’ and Athena’s cabins were against each other, divided amongst the many other cabins. Luckily, your cabin was a part of the red team, well, Clarisse somehow managed to persuade Chiron for that to happen.

“Babe, I need you to keep a lookout. Shout for help if needed or just fight them off,” She tells you, “Can you handle that?”

“Of course, I can handle that,” You grinned.

“Great…” Her smile was half-lipped, tilting her head sideways. Clarisse turns around, looking at her two older sisters, “Monica and Sara, go with Y/N, fight when necessary, and make sure she doesn’t get hurt.”

“Clary, I just said I can handle myself. I don’t need your sisters as bodyguards.”

“All I want is for you to be safe, game or not.” Your girlfriend deeply sighed.

“And I thank you for your consideration.” You pat her armor, bringing her lips onto yours for a quick kiss. Clarisse smiled into the small chaste kiss, melting into it before pulling away from the kiss, knowing she’d be tempted to extend it.

“Ok, but they’ll have to be close around,” She stated, leaving no room for negotiation.

“Fine, I’ll accept that.”

“Now let’s win this thing.”

All of a sudden, the first conch blows, and immediately everyone released war cries and headed to their assigned area.

After Clarisse guided you to your base area, she bid you a goodbye kiss and left with her two younger sisters to guard the red flag.

Making small talk with her older sisters, possibly that being the only entertainment source for right now. Clarisse gave you the job of being the lookout, signaling a distress call when an opposing player came across your team’s territory, seeking to steal the flag.

Soon enough, Clarisse’s sisters disappeared to fight the blue team, drawing them away from you. Clarisse would go absolutely ballistic if she discovered you’re hurt, and she made certain that her sisters were highly aware of that.

After the Ares girls created some distance between you and the opponents, you began to get bored, mindlessly kicking at the tiny rocks on the ground.

Your legs became sore as you stumbled to a nearby rock, overlooking the horizon of the lake. You studied the beautiful view, capturing the entire landscape and sinking to the dirty ground.

Once you were settled comfortably on the floor, you leaned against the rock, surprisingly there weren’t any dents to make your quick nap uncomfortable and bruising. Pulling your knees to your chest, you laid your face on the slope of your knees and slowly closed your eyes, drifting into the subconscious.

Surprisingly, you were fast asleep, your surroundings long forgotten so everything was out of sight and out of mind. It finally felt like hours when you were rudely awoken by someone, groaning hoarsely at the person to leave you alone. Much to your dismay, the person ignored your wishes and continued to bother you, nudging your shoulder insistently.

“Y/N!” She nudges your shoulder for the fifth time.

You hazily open your eyes, groaning as you yawn, rubbing your eyes, “What? What? Did we win?”

As soon as the sleep left your eyes, you recognized the girl in front of you, she was bending down just to face your slouched level. It was the warm loving familiar face belonging to your girlfriend. You glanced at the blue flag sticking out of the ground next to her and everything clicked together in an instant.

“Yes, we did, babe.” The Ares girl boasted, “But someone was asleep.” She glares as you sheepishly avoid eye contact, scratching the back of your head. Of course, the glare wasn’t deadly, not directed at you like that, but there was still some hint of vulnerability.

Clarisse hadn’t expected you to fall asleep on the job, literally, and anyone would have stumbled upon you. The blue team could have taken you captive, and Clarisse would have been distracted, essentially allowing the blue team to win by default while she tried to retrieve you.

“Sorry, Clarisse…” You murmured, failing to muster up your yawns. “Just been so tired recently,”

“Why aren’t you getting enough sleep? What’s going on?” Her tough demeanor fades away as her eyebrows furrowed in concern.

She held out a hand, helping you off the ground, “I’ve been having recurring nightmares,” You explained to her, brushing off the dirt from your pants, “More than usual,”

“But I thought your mom–“

“Look it doesn’t matter!” You hastily interrupted her, waving her off.

“Of course it matters, these nightmares are disrupting your sleep and leave you completely restless.” Clarisse sharply pointed out.

“Usually when I have recurring nightmares, something bad always happens. Either someone or something gets dangerously hurt,” You massaged your temple.

She caresses your face, “So you have visions telling you about the future?”

“That’s the gist of it.”

Your fingers gently move around her arms, admiring your girlfriend’s muscles slightly glistening from the sunlight. She smirked, realizing you were currently rendered speechless by the memorizing sight. You were too stunned to reply, immensely captivated by her muscles, softly tracing across the multiple scars on her arms.

“Hey, princess.” Her tone was sensitive and soft, similar to a whisper, a smirk coiling at her lips. Gaining your attention again with your touch still lingering on her muscles, “You still here with me?”

“Not really,” You cleared your throat, embarrassed that you’d been caught. The smirk on your girlfriend’s face only grew larger by the minute as your hands remained on her muscles.

There was no way she was gonna let you live this down.

"Seems like someone can’t get enough of these muscles," She teases, noticing that you haven't released your grip just yet.

“Yeah, so, what?!” You grumble, rolling your eyes, and dropping your hands from Clarisse.

“Don’t take that attitude with me, angel.” Yet, her tone was still sensitively sweet, and slightly demanding. “That’s the grumpiness talking so I’ll let it slide this time,”

You huff, avoiding her gaze, and crossing your arms in annoyance. Perhaps she was right, your grumpiness was controlling your other emotions due to the many hours of sleep deprivation. Sleep was within your grasp, but your fatal nightmares prohibited you from experiencing the subconscious state of mind.

What was your mother thinking when giving you this power? Evidently, the foreseeing gift through dreams was a great idea but was horribly executed because of the terrifying nightmares and restless nights.

Was your mother thinking about your well-being when she shared this ability with you? Why did your mother give you this gift if it majorly affected you like this? Is she trying to warn you about a future event that involves demigods? Even if so, she could have told you this all in one simple dream, but guess she wanted to be difficult and leave you to figure it out. Pshh, some mom she is! Whatever, blaming her isn’t going to solve your issue at all, you need to overcome these nightmares and seemingly push them aside temporarily. This was your last straw and one way or another, those nightmares are somehow dissolving so you can sleep in peace for once.

Right now, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care because exhaustion consumed you and sleep was pleading your name.

“Babe, look at me.” She kindly inquired and you begrudgingly listened, shifting your eyes onto her. “You need to go to sleep, it’s unhealthy to pull all-nighters. Sleep is very essential,”

“I could if I would, risse, but the nightmares are–“

“Whatever your nightmares are about, I’m sure you can handle it. Whenever you get nightmares, you can wake me up, I’ll be right there, always be your side and I’ll calm you down.” Your girlfriend reassured you, “Those nightmares can’t hurt you, and I’ll make sure they can’t hurt you,”

“Are you sure?” You sniffled, shakily reaching out to hold her hands for comfort. “Do you promise me that? That you will stay close beside me.”

The La Rue girl smiles, gently holding your hands, occasionally rubbing her thumbs over your knuckles as she nods her head. Physical touch was her method of reassuring you, and it was working wonders right now. You smiled in response, getting slightly teary-eyed by her simple touch and reaction which made your heart melt. Your girlfriend was truly a blessing in disguise for you, and you were so very grateful for her being present in your life.

Ever since your sleepless nights had started, Clarisse had been more observant of your sluggish behavior, keeping her inquiries to herself and piecing every odd puzzle together in their respective forms.

Not every odd puzzle piece clicked easily on the first time and with a head held high and a determined heart that Clarisse righteously maintained throughout the whole ordeal. Yes, the tantalizing puzzle slowly became pieced together, giving Clarisse the right mindset to help you during your sleep struggles.

“Come on mamas,” She guided you by the hand, slightly dragging you with ease, “You need some sleep, and you’re not leaving your cabin until you accomplish that. I’m staying with you until I’m certain you’re asleep too,”

“Some people call that being a creep,” You deadpanned.

She gave you a wide grin, gripping your hips, pushing you back into the huge rock as she slightly towered over you. You bite your lower lip, catching Clarisse staring at them, her hooded eyes filled with desire.

“Well you’re my girlfriend, and I’m looking out for your well-being, so no, I wouldn’t classify that as being a creep. I do that out of love and I’d do it a million times if necessary,”

That proclamation would have been extremely convincing if she hadn’t redirected her eyes elsewhere other than your lips. She didn’t even try to hide it either, goes to say how shameless she is.

“If you wanted to kiss me, all you have to do is ask,” You teased, slightly jutting out your bottom lip. “No need for all the comforting words,”

“Mhmm…” She smirked, marveling at your intimate tactic or at your sudden energy to tease her despite your exhaustion. You never fail to amaze her and that’s why she loves you so much. “You’re right, but you need a lot of sleep, and I can always kiss you afterward. I’m always craving your lips but I only have so much self-control because you’re so damn irresistible that somehow makes you even hotter,”

“Such a sweet talker,” You feigned indifference, pushing yourself off the rock with your little remaining strength and reaching out to interlock your hands with Clarisse. Maintaining your conjoined hands with your girlfriend, starting your short journey back to camp, and wandering around until the cabins are in sight.

“That’s why you fell for me, isn’t it?”

“My girlfriend is clearly getting ahead of herself.”

“But am I wrong, babe?” She rhetorically asked, only to be met with silence, further proving her own point. “Nope, didn’t think so either,”

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[magickgirl786]

I just reread Sea of Monsters last night so it's all fresh in my head and I decided I am going to very badly plot out the second season of the show so here goes lol:

Episode 1:

Starts off with Percy getting ready for his last day of high school

Maybe have a calendar with Last Day of School! and then the next day Go Back to Camp! on it with x's through the days

Keep shadow Annabeth but make it obvious to the viewer that the shadow is a girl in a baseball cap so they know it's Annabeth

Have Percy's mom give a lot of the exposition about Chiron saying Percy shouldn't come back to camp and whatnot

Percy's mom can also give exposition about Tyson as they pick him up for school

To bring the Grover bridal store dream in, just have Percy fall asleep in class and the dream happens

Do the dodgeball with the monsters and Annabeth saving them

Please keep the line about Annabeth looking into Percy's bedroom window because omg I loved that scene

Keep Annabeth not liking Tyson

End with Annabeth saying "Chiron called me. There's something wrong. We need to get back to camp right now."

Episode 2:

Start off with them trying to figure out how to get to camp and settling on the Grey Sisters Taxi

Keep the entire taxi ride because it was hilarious

They will return to camp and see the huge fight and help them

They find out that Thalia's tree has been poisoned and that Chiron has been fired because of it because Mr. D and some of the campers are scared about Kronos being his father

Have scenes with Tantalus and how he can't eat or drink and doesn't seem to care if camp gets destroyed

Tyson gets claimed by Poseidon which embarrasses Percy

Have the chariot races and have Percy make amends with Tyson

End with the empathy bond between Percy and Grover

Episode 3:

Start off with Percy explaining what he saw to Annabeth, all the backstory about all Satyr's being trapped there and killed and how Grover tricked the Cyclops and whatnot

Have Annabeth realize the Golden Fleece is there and they can use it to save Thalia's tree

They go to Mr. D and Tantalus and say they need a quest as they can save camp

Instead they put Clarisse on the quest - we as viewers can see her visit the Oracle or they can do it as flashbacks in the episode that covers the part of the book where Percy and co. learn about it but it doesn't really matter

Clarisse goes on the quest leaving Annabeth, Percy, and Tyson at camp

End with Hermes giving Percy all the stuff he needs and heavily implying they should sneak off on their own, find Grover/Fleece and also help Luke if they can

Episode 4:

Start with Percy and Annabeth deciding to sneak off on their own and bringing Tyson and they use the Hippocampi and Rainbow to travel where they need to go

Unfortunately, because of the pollution, the Hippocampi can't go any further so they find the cruise ship

They are glad because they can shower, eat, etc. until they realize this is Luke's monster/demon cruise ship and that a coffin with Kronos is on board

They manage to escape the cruise ship

End with Clarisse finding them on her skeleton boat

Episode 5:

Starts off with them telling Clarisse about what they know through Percy's empathy bond with Grover and what they found out about on the cruise ship

They navigate with the soldiers

Ares comes and gets mad at Clarisse

They realize they have to sail through the Sea of Monsters

They all get seperated with Tyson sacrificing himself to save them

End Clarisse being knocked unconscious and being taken by the Cyclops with Grover (in his wedding dress lol) watching, and Percabeth on Circe's island

Episode 6:

The entire episode will be Percabeth on Circe's island so we can get more glimpses of Annabeth at the spa being made over, Percy seeing his makeover self then being turned into a guinea pig, Annabeth saving him and the others with the vitamins, etc.

They steal the pirates ship to get off of Circe's island

The whole scene with the sirens happens with annabeth dreaming of her dad and Athena and Luke and her happy together

Percy saves annabeth by dragging her underwater so she can’t hear their song and creates a water bubble so she can breathe

End with them finding the cave and Cylcops with an unconscious Clarisse and Grover

Episode 7:

Clarisse wakes up and in her disoriented state, she accidentally blows Grover's cover (I’m making it an accident here because in the books it was like jfc Clarisse read the room lol)

They fight Cyclops with Annabeth using her cap and taunting the Cyclops with the "Nobody" shtick and Percy coming to Annabeth's aid

They do the bridge thing but the Cyclops wasn't on the bridge and just when it seems like they are doomed, Tyson comes to their aid

We see a flashback of Rainbow saving Tyson and him finding them

Ends with them seeing the Golden Fleece

Episode 8:

Start with them fighting the Cyclops and getting the fleece

They realize they need to fly to get the Fleece to camp and Percy knows Zeus will shoot down a plane he's on so they give fleece to Clarisse for her to take it on a plane

Luke finds them and tries to get the fleece but is thwarted by Chrion and his centaur fam

Percy tricks Luke into confessing while the whole camp is on an Iris Rainbow message

Chiron gets reinstated and Tantalus gets fired and everyone gets on the back of a centaur to get back to camp

Clarisse makes it back to camp at the same time as them (centaurs move fast I guess?) and they save the tree

It's time for chariot races and fun

But the season ends with a mysterious girl on half blood hill. Thalia (hopefully played by Momona Tamada but any actress will do lol)

What do you all think?

[sassyasses]

I’be had this Hades/Ward idea in my head for the last few months, now is a good time to post it i think

Concept: Hades x Ward crossover, but it's about Taylor trying to escape being dead, with various capes taking the role of Hades characters and either helping or hindering her escape. 

Incedental spoilers for Hades throughout all the way up to the ending

Premise:

Taylor (taking the role of Zag) died during the ending of Worm and has been living in a shard space simulation ever since. Some time after the end of Ward Tattletale (taking the role of Nyx) asked Victoria (taking the role of Athena) to resurrect her, but for some reason QA (taking the role of Hades) is preventing the relatively tried and true method of Cape resurrection from working so Taylor has to fight her way out of the Firmament with QA throwing up enemies to stop her.

Equipment:

When Taylor is preparing to get out Imp (taking the role of Skelly) appears and says she managed to sneak Taylor some weapons she can use, though due to Reasons she can only use one. These are:

Knife, with aspects of Taylor, Armsmaster, Jack Slash, and (Hidden) Blake

Baton, with aspects of Taylor, Regent, Sveta And (Hidden) Avery 

Gun, with aspects of Taylor, Chevalier, Antares, and (Hidden) Lucy

The Gods and Boons:

When Taylor first escapes the shard simulation QA is running, she finds a golden star and picking it up reveals Victoria in full Antares outfit. She explains that QA is blocking them from just resurrecting her and the best they can do is help her on her way, Kenzie (Hermies) made a Box that lets their shards give Taylor a boon.

Antares takes the role of Athena and gives mostly defensive buffs.

Bitch takes the role of Ares and gives Taylor the ability to set her dogs on enemies (i.e Doom)

Foil takes the role of Artemis and gives boost to accuracy and the ability to hit enemies juuust right

Kenzie takes the role of Hermies and gives utility powers in the form of Cameras, its tinkertech don't worry about it.

Dragon is taking the role of Demeter and is providing Taylor with Glace inspired tinkertech, and laser beams.

Vista taking the role of Posidon, is trying way to hard to be cool, and gives the ability to knock foes back.

Crystal is taking the role of Zeus and giving Taylor loads of laserbeams

Rain was helping Kenzie out with the tinkertech, so decided to help Taylor out while he was there. He is apologetic that his help is in the form of a really weak debuff on enemies, and hopes the secondary effect makes up for it. (The "secondary" effect is massive damage. He does not realise this is a lot more helpful) That's right, Rain is Aphrodite.

Hero is being used by QA to expand the Firmament, but he occasionally leaves behind his tools for Taylor to pick up (taking the role of Daedalus)

Chris can also offer his help in the form of experiments he is running on shardspace. (Chaos)

Sometimes two shards make Taylor pick one of the boons and get angry when she picks. The capes are very apologetic and can't really prevent their powers from throwing a fit, but can make sure they give her a benefit if she wins the ensuing fight.

Taylor can also meet a silent-save-for-grovelling Butcher, who is doing what they did in life, selling weapons. (Charon)

Stages:

The first stage would be a hellish Shard imagining if Brocton Bay (Tartarus, not that different form BB in canon tbh) with E88, AZB, Coil Mercs etc being the various wretches she fights, with shades of villains she has fought (and are dead) being minibosses. The final boss is Regent, who flirts a lot with Taylor before they fight (and implies they had a short thing going during the pre escape simulation), eventually he is replaced by Kaiser who hates that she is getting out and not him and Oni Lee, who doesn't say much. (Megaera, Alecto, and Tisiphone respectfully)

Second is Chicago, this time the enemies are various PRT or Police officers and minibosses are heroes she has fought (and are dead). Final boss is a skeletal Behemoth, she eventually calls him "Barry".

Third stage is Killington, facing the S9000 through a ruing and trap filled town. Final boss(es) are Jack Slash and Crawler. Jack Slash is loving being dead and blames Taylor for getting Grey Boy'd and isn't gonna let her out, but without Broadcast cheating he is a lot dumber (Theseus), Crawler is just there for a good time and doesn't hold his death against her, but isn't gonna let her past without a fight because of course he isn't (Asterius)

In the Fourth stage the exist is guarded by Bastard who Taylor must appease (she could fight him but she isn't a monster) by finding a Goblin Sack. The stage itself based on earth during Gold Morning, and the enemies are Nilbog Goblins.

Finally, after Taylor escapes into the real world she finds herself in a very familiar forest. Standing before her barring her path is a Queen Administrator. Taking the form of Khepri. If/When Taylor beat QA she only gets a few steps out, has a short conversation with Contessa (who resurrected herself and is now retired with a small garden) before getting dragged back into the firmament. Eventually Taylor learns from Contessa, QA, and Lisa that QA is trying to recreate the shard network and restart the cycle. That's right, the world is ending for a 3rd time.

[nyxirrationalstories]

the athena x child reader hcs were so good! (I'm the same anon who asked btw) can you do more athena x child reader hcs but with a fem child reader this time if possible?

Hello again; hey, I'm not going to lie to you, if you keep this up you're going to make me write my "Gods of War" fanfic with more enthusiasm.

Hahaha, well, let's start, a girl?! Oh my God, this just got more interesting!

--- If being a boy, Athena already had the little one super protected; when it's a girl… that's it, it's over; if the little one wants to start a war, she's already won it.

--- And I'm not only speaking for Athena, who will guide her little girl to become a great priestess, but also for Ares.

--- Yes, it's true, it's up to Ares to be the voice of reason here; but what if someone hurts his little girl? Troy burns for the fifth time and counting.

--- Here Cotys I cannot even see the infant, he only knows that Athena asked him for a place in the forest and to send some maidens to take care of the place. In this scenario he is literally Athena's ATM; although on second thought Cotys is more like a casino: this relationship is like "money laundering". Athena gives things to her daughter through Cotys and so the gods do not detect her.

How illegal was this point.

--- Mind you, if the goddess was already strict, here she is more so. The disobedience was better "analyzed"; being a male Athena would not fully understand the disobedience of the child and would attribute it to things more of… hubris or foolishness or even being a brute (to which Ares would only shake his head). But being a woman, Athena could know better and what her daughter was thinking if she disobeyed. Which is why mercy only depends on age or if Ares butts in.

--- Speaking of the god of war, Athena knew she had gotten herself the best watchdog and protective father. What if something were to happen to her daughter? A powerful ally in the war.

--- Demeter with Persephone? that's already amateurish, it's a thing of the past baby, and here comes Athena to break barriers.

--- Although she can never surpass Hera, I think no one could.

--- But that only happens if the girl disobeys, if she doesn't, she'll have some freedom.

--- The little girl knows that she has and had siblings (on both "parents" sides) but the only one she "knows" (she has only heard about) is Sofia, the goddess of wisdom.

*Curious fact: Athena is the goddess of knowledge and strategy, over the years she was awarded the wisdom. But, the goddess Sofia is the goddess of wisdom, hence the word "Philosophy" philo= love, Sophie = wisdom. And beware, wisdom and knowledge (although they seem) are not the same thing.

**In my lore, at least from my story and these headcanons, Sofia is the daughter of Ares and Athena.

Athena watched with pride as her little girl gracefully arranged the offerings in her little temple. It wasn't something so ostentatious, it was quite simple and done that way on purpose.

The goddess could hear the girl's prayers: intelligence, grace, skill and bravery… wait a minute. This last one, she was not asking her… but Ares. A slight annoyance she would allow, after all, the god of war seemed that he would not betray her.

--- you have replaced my brother's place --- Sofia looked at Athena, who was more attentive to the human girl than to her words --- but instead of the love you once gave him, now you give something twisted to someone else. Your sadness has become a plague that has even infected my father --- but no matter how many words the goddess of wisdom uttered, the goddess of war ignored her --- Will you stop ignoring me, what I am telling you is important!

--- I don't rule Ares, I just asked him for a favor --- finally answered the Hellenic woman who looked sternly at her daughter --- he does as he pleases as long as he doesn't bother me.

--- The lament of Argenis, the lament of the loss of his son --- declared Sofia looking at her mother with seriousness --- a pain, which although he will have to live with it, has returned with great force. My father had already overcome it, but, what do I see yesterday, he is once again trying to find the soul of Argenis. Stop this madness, Athena!

--- If you have nothing more to say, leave now --- Sofia held back her angry crying, knowing that it would come to nothing, she decided to leave the place. If Athena was not going to help herself, Sofia would take matters into her own hands before something happened to that little girl, her father or her mother that not even repentance could cure.

Bonus: A little continuation of yandere Hades

--- The gods are capricious --- Asier looked out the window as the moon began to rise --- I once knew of a girl that the goddess Athena held captive. I think she died like canaries when a cat looks at them: confinement drives them mad and they eventually die in their cages.

--- Okay, it's too dark and impossible --- commented the nanny as she made dinner --- the goddess Athena would never do that.

--- Zeus did what he wanted, like a king; Hades stole a daughter from her mother, like death; Ares was impulsive and bloodthirsty, like violence --- said the little boy while he drew something --- Eros has no goal, like love; and I can go on with many more examples. So, it is neither improbable nor impossible, but it is quite rare.

--- Where did you get that comparison? --- said the nanny, finishing cooking.

--- That doesn't matter, not when something else is going on --- commented Asier finishing drawing a rune --- I would tell you to be careful in the spring, but autumn and winter are more dangerous… the trees speak --- commented the little boy as he handed her the drawing --- this will protect you, Freyja still owes me a favor.

--- What --- asked the girl as she looked at the drawing and the boy --- is this some kind of game?

--- Yes, and this is my gift… from a fallen one --- Asier said in a more relaxed tone, lying as he had learned in one of his lives --- you are someone I want to protect and I will be your hero.

--- I'll be your princess? --- joked the nanny serving dinner --- or do you have some important role for me?

--- You will be… --- "like Agnes" he wanted to tell her, but little Asier… knew that that was long gone, along with that former name: Argenis --- my friend, whom I want to protect.

[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

The Last Chthonian

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

Part 5

A/N: Hello lovelies! This one will feature a special guest! This is probably a stupid idea and I’ll probably regret it in the morning but oh well.

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appear at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language

It was quiet when you had finished your story, too quiet. You had stared at your hands the whole time you explained everything, a part of you afraid to look at their faces, as if they would look at you different, less human. You left out the details because of limited time, occasionally stopping to discretely wipe away the tears that threatened to spill. Sam had sat next to you through the whole thing with his hand on your back as he rubbed circles. And though Sam had known about your past, he didn’t know about the recent events involving Ares and Thanos. He was heartbroken to hear you had lost everyone and everything you held dear, and wished you didn’t had to suffer through it all on your own. Finally gaining the courage to lift your head, you stared at the expressions of the men around you. Bucky and Zemo were still in shock, their brains trying to process the words that came out of your mouth, while Sam had the expression of sorrow.

“You guys are welcome to ask me questions....if you have any.” You brought up, rubbing your hands together.

“So basically...you’re a Greek god.” Bucky leaned back on your couch, his brows knitted together. “So Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hercules, Medusa, and all those stories, they’re real?”

“Pretty much. Some stories may be a bit distorted and inaccurate, but yes. They were all real. They were my family and friends, they were my people.”

“Wait so how old are you?” Bucky inquired this time, curious to know your age.

“Gods, I’d say around 23,000.”

“Wait, 23,000?” Bucky raised his brows as him and Zemo both looked at you in utter disbelief. They were astonished to say the least and dare say, even eager to hear your stories about the things you have seen in your lifetime.

“How?”

“Time works differently for us.”

“What about your daughter?” You heard Zemo speak for the first time today, making you look at him. “How old is she?”

“About 6 months. I had her after Thanos was defeated.”

“6 months? But how? Who’s her father?”

“Bucky, that was way out of line.” Sam shook his head at him, giving him a glare.

Bucky went pale as he realized what he had said just now, trying to apologize but you shrugged it off with a motion of your hand.

“No it’s fine Sam, he has every right to ask. It’s alright Bucky, I get that you’re only trying to understand everything. You see, there was no father, which explains why she’s 6 months old in the first place. To be honest, after Thanos was defeated, I was in a really bad state, I had lost so many people, I had lost my entire planet and my family. And after Nat being gone I just, I didn’t know what to do anymore. But I remembered, my brother Hephaestus gave me one last favor in his dying breath. The chance to create. So I sculpted her out of clay, in the image of my dear older sister Athena and brought her to life. I was only able to do it once. She was my only chance and she means the whole world to me.”

“So you sculpted her out of clay?”

“Yes.”

“And brought her to life?”

“Yes.”

There was more silence as they tried to take in the fact that you had sculpted a child, your own daughter Athena from clay using your own hands, and bringing her to life afterwards. It was almost beyond comprehension.

“And here I thought Thor was the only mythology one.” Bucky shook his head.

“Well, now that you know the truth, I think it’s time we get ready.” You stood up from the sofa.

“We?” Same eyed you. “What do you mean we?”

“I’m coming with you.”

“The hell you are.” Sam stood up next to you with his arms crossed. “I’m sorry y/n but you are NOT coming with us. It’s dangerous.”

“Sam, when have you known me to back away from danger?”

“......Never, because you’re stubborn and stupid.”

“Quite the contrary actually, stubborn yes, stupid no. You know I can’t let you go there on your own.”

“We’re grown men y/n. I’m pretty sure we can handle ourselves.”

“Need I remind you what happened the last time I was absent? Look Sam, I’m not going to stand by while you guys get hurt and possibly risk your lives. I on the other hand, can handle much worse and have handled much worse, I’m practically bulletproof.”

“Bulletproof or not.” Sam interrupted. “You have a daughter.”

“You don’t think I know that? I’ve already taken the extra precautions Sam.”

“What extra precautions?”

“I put a protective spell not only on her but on my home and land as well. No one is coming in without my permission, they’ll just get fried or blasted away or something like that if they touch the barrier. Trust me, I’m not going to let anything happen to her Sam. And besides, I’m going to hire a babysitter.”

Sam stared at you, chewing the inside of his cheek as he contemplated the option. “You’d still follow us even if I were to say no huh.”

“Yup. Or I could do a mind spell. It’s your choice. But you know I’d rather do this the easy way.”

Sam let out a sigh, shaking his head. “Well since you’re not going to budge anytime soon-“

“Great. I’ll go pack my bags.”

“Wait just a minute. Just because you get to tag along doesn’t mean you get to ignore the rules....” Sam trailed off as you hurried up the stairs.

You heard him mutter something along the lines of how you’ll probably end up turning everyone into toads by the end of the day, as you went into your room to pack some of your things. You had thrown on an old band shirt of yours and a pair of jeans, lacing up your docs before grabbing a jacket. You went into Athena’s room and saw that she had just awakened, sitting on her bed and staring at you with confusion as she saw the bag in your hand.

“Hey koukouvágia.” You set the bag down and kneeled down next to her.

“Where are you going mommy?”

“Mommy has some important work to do with Uncle Sam and Bucky.” You held her hands in yours as you gave them a light squeeze.

“Are you going to kick bad guy butts?”

“Something like that.” You chuckled as you brushed her hair from her face.

“When are you coming back?”

You sighed, looking to the floor before looking up at her again. “I don’t know yet sweetie. But I promise I won’t be long. I’ll be back before you know it. I’m going to have Auntie Maze take care of you while I’m gone.”

“Auntie Maze?” Her eyes lit up.

“Yes. I know you two are best friends.”

“Yay!” She giggled before hugging you, her arms wrapped your neck. “Good luck mommy.”

“Thanks sweetie.”

The whole time Sam had stood by Athena’s door, watching you two say goodbye.

“Uncle Sam!” Athena squealed once she saw him, running up to hug his leg.

“Hey kiddo. I promise I’ll take care of your mother and bring her back.”

“I know.” She looked up at him with a big grin before going over to hug you again. “Bye mommy.”

“I’ll see you soon koukouvágia. I love you so much.” You hugged her close to you, pressing your lips at the side of her head before holding her out in front of you. “You remember to behave yourself okay.”

“I will mommy.”

“And gods forbid, if anything happens or if you feel scared, all you have to do is call for me in here.” You pressed your index and middle finger against her temple, implying the telepathic connection you had. “And I will be there in the blink of an eye.”

“I know you will mommy.” She smiled before hugging you again. “You’re always there for me.”

You held back your tears as you kissed her forehead, holding her delicately as if you were afraid you’d come back and she would be gone just like the rest of your family and people. And all that would be left is her room and a memory, a reminder of her existence.

Athena had walked downstairs with you, saying goodbye to everyone as she hugged their legs, trying to put on a brave face which only broke your heart. But you knew she was stronger and smarter than she looked. After your final farewell to your daughter and your cat, you locked up your home. Sam, Bucky, and Zemo followed you as you led them out of your invisible barrier. Before you reached the edge you turned back, seeing your daughter wave at you from the window with Maleficent in her arms. You smiled, praying it wouldn’t be the last time you saw her as you blew her a kiss before stepping out of your barrier as it rippled around you. Once you were all outside the barrier you turned back again, but this time your home was no longer visible and all that could be seen was empty land. It terrified you to see your plot of land this way, but you knew it was still there, just behind your invisible barrier, and you knew your daughter would still be waiting for you.

“If you guys don’t mind.” You announced as you turned to the three men. “I need to stop by a place real quick and pick up Athena’s babysitter.”

“Is that who Auntie Maze is?” Sam asked you.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, let’s go then.” Sam started to head towards his car but you stopped him.

“Ummm she’s not here Sam.” You pursed your lips, scared to tell him where you were actually planning on going.

“Okay, is she in the next town?”

“No. I meant she’s not here, as in this planet this dimension not here.”

“Wait what?” Bucky turned to you as Zemo looked at you with confusion written on his face. Are you implying what they think you were implying?

“I need to go to another dimension.” You explained further, turning around before they would ask any more questions. Closing your eyes, you stretched your arm out and twirled your wrist in a circular motion. The men watched in confusion, wondering what you were doing.

A strong gust of wind suddenly pushed through, and in the center of your focus a small black circular object was forming, growing bigger and bigger until people could walk through it. A violet glow illuminated your features. You opened your eyes back up, your eyes glowing the same color of the mesmerizing violet vortex before you. The portal sparked and flickered to life, crackling like electricity.

“Follow me.” You turned to the men before stepping into the portal and vanishing into it.

“Y/n!” Sam stared at where you were just stood, swallowing the lump in his throat as he was unsure whether he should just follow you.

Bucky straightened up, chills running down his spine as the men stared at the unknown territory in front of them, they didn’t have a clue on what would be waiting for them on the other side.

They stepped back as they saw your head poke out of the black center of the portal, a stern expression sat on your face. “Well you guys coming or not? I haven’t got all day. If you don’t hurry up this portal will close and you don’t want to be caught halfway in it.” You popped back in and the men stared at each other, Zemo was the first to walk in before the others followed.

When they stepped through, day was replaced with night and the portal closed behind them while they found you standing up front.

“About time.” You teased, “I thought I might have to go back and pick up a limb you left behind.”

“Not funny.” Sam glared at you.

As the men looked around at their surroundings they found themselves to be in what looked like to be...Los Angeles?

“This is LA.” Sam gave you a disappointed look.

“No. This is different.” Zemo observed as Sam and Bucky looked at him.

“What do you mean different?” Bucky asked, not sure if Zemo was playing games.

“Well I’m pretty sure that building up ahead does not exist in our Los Angeles.” Zemo pointed to the tall white building that was lit up against the night sky.

You nodded your head at Zemo’s observation before heading towards the building and towards the nightclub entrance that had a lit up sign that said Lux. Bucky, Sam, and Zemo glanced at each other as they saw you cut the long line of people waiting by the entrance.

“What the hell? Is y/n a mob boss now?” Bucky uttered as he saw you whisper something to the security at the door before taking off your jacket slightly, pulling up your shirt sleeve to show him something on your arm. The security nodded his head, allowing you to go in. You turned to Sam, Bucky, and Zemo and waved them over.

“What the hell is going on y/n?” Sam muttered to himself as they followed you in.

The fancy dark interior of the place was lit up with dim lights and crowded with drunk men and scantily clad women dancing to the loud beat of the music. You stuck out from the rest with your Pink Floyd shirt, your jeans, and your corduroy jacket and doc martens as you searched the crowd for a particular someone.

“Y/n what the hell are we doing here? This isn’t exactly your crowd!” Sam leaned over, raising his voice against the music so you could hear him.

“I know!” You replied as your eyes finally found the person you were looking for. You headed towards the lit up bar, cursing under your breath as you weaved through the sweaty grinding bodies and the couples heavily making out in public. You felt your anxiety creep up on you and you wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. After having to escape your way out of what felt like the hedge maze from The Shining, you finally approached the bar, walking up to the tall dark haired man near the counter wearing an expensive suit. You could smell his strong, almost obnoxious cologne from where you were standing. You straightened up and cleared your throat, eyeing the back of the man’s head.

“Hello Lucifer.”

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[antiloreolympus]

13 Anti LO Asks

1. ok but thats seriously what bugs me so much about LO, it never actually lets serious moments be serious, it's always lampooned by rachel's insistent need to force in her juvenile "humor" and never actually depicting how pressing things are. even the following moments from persephone's r//pe was undercut by hades making stupid puns! i understand if rachel cant write something more serious than "[x] is bad" but if thats so, then dont try it? because thats how you end up with this pretentious mess.

2. since when did lo hades have earrings??? i legit do not remember this ever being a thing??? is he trying to be hip with the kids 😭my man you still look like a crusty old man the earrings arent helping 😭

3. lo hermes looks and acts like flaky from happy tree friends and no thats not a compliment (TW for gore, blood, and violence if any of you google it)

4. Even though the earlier art style was better there are still some cursed panels from the earlier pages that still haunt me. Especially the way Persephone was drawn differently in so many of the panels.

5. lo hades has such "how do you do fellow kids" energy and im not sure why

6. im also confused on the fertility goddess stuff because how stupid is persephone if she didnt notice? she can create life and nature without even thinking and shes implied to be a genius in biology, so how would she not even notice this? if RS really wants to go with this plot, then why have her professor bring it up in class? why not show persephone going to her uni's library to research the topic and pouring over it? that's an easy way to show persephone's intelligence, yet LO doesnt even try.

7. What I wanna know in LO was how Demeter and Hestia were compensated after the war. The three brothers got to be kings and Hera is queen, but what we know of Demeter is that she had a millionaire dollar business that’s probably made it on its own (unless she was helped out) and then Hestia all we really know about her is that she runs that TOGEM and idk if there’s only 4 of them, Hestia really had a group by herself for a bit since Athena is Zeus’ (assumed) daughter, Artemis (Zeus’ assumed daughter) and persphone (newest member) which seems shitty since they won a war together

8. I think what happened with LO’s art style was RS got “lazy” (I’m lacking the right word). I feel like without the colors all of the men in LO have the same body type, and Hermès and Apollo may even have the same face if they smile the same. So to compensate for that lack of body diversity, RS doubled down on Hades’ features to make him stand out more to really show he’s the male lead. However, even in her own words he looks like Persphones’ “dusty ass dad”

The women use to be a little different but they’re all starting to blend with body types. Her was small, but now she’s short and busty like Persphone. RS makes Persphone look short and busty all the time but almost childlike. Minthe was skinny but her last moments she was busy. Aphrodite I feel was just busty but then tried to make her look small also with Ares and Hades beside her. Hestia stayed the same but is still small and busty. Athena was tall and thin (?) but now she’s tall but busty (and her relationship with Hestia looks like it mirrors HXP). Idk I just feel like the longer screen time the female characters get the more they start mirroring Persphone’s look. Like even Artemis was getting empathized on being small next to her brother Apollo. Like all the girls gotta look small but curvy as the story goes on. 

9. Demeter: watched her friend get ripped in half. Watched her friend get continually cheated on, paying the price for not hiding a mistress , watched metis get eaten, her back clawed, fought in a war. Later made a daughter who’s a fertility goddess (probably an accident) and now has to raise her. That same daughter then went on a rampage and isn’t really remorseful

Fans: Demeter is such an overbearing mother who gets in the way of our ship.

10. on regards to ace characters, asexuality is a spectrum like everything else, so a lot of asexuals actually do enjoy and have sex, so the maidens doing so isnt inherently a problem, its the fact rachel is clearly viewing it through a strict binary where she assumes asexuality is something that can be "fixed" over time/when the right person comes along. its also a bad modern reading of it, as "virginity" in an ancient sense meant via marriage, not via sex, but I doubt rachel cares to factcheck it.

11. Imagine an elf is given a job to do at a human institution. The humans think elves don’t need bathroom breaks, since they know they can hold it for days, but this elf has been traveling to reach their job, and has already been holding it to the point they are in pain. They ask for a break, but their job is important and time sensitive, so they admit they can still hold it when asked. After a full day of work, the elf tries to reach the bathroom in time, but they were never told where it is.

From OP: I think this might be a nymph allegory? Anon never specified so I'll put this here anyway.

12. ya know if hades has to lie to make apollo seem worse (who does not need much in this comic) its like??? why is he persephone's lawyer then?? lawyers are literally told not to lie, this is basic law 101. thats why they dont want their clients to mention to them if they actually did the crimes because then the lawyers have to say it in court. if hades lies so casually just to keep persephone away from justified punishment, then thats bad actually!  both in being a decent person and as a lawyer!

From OP: Hades didn’t lie but he was definitely out of line. RS liked a tweet saying that the wife thing was “subconscious” so it probably was. (Still doesn’t make it right but I doubt he’d say those things on the stand.)

13. I know Minthe was written in a way she was suppose to be unlikesable, she’s rude, she yells and she doesn’t hesistate. HOWEVER RS wrote her character badly. Minthe is so unliked? How was she able to be a bad gf to hades and Thanatos? Like yes it’s an affair but how was she able to pull 2 gods?! We don’t hear Hades or Thanatos say what they like about her BUT they both still had a fling with her. (Honestly I feel it’s cause RS can’t bare writing one nice thing about the female anatangoist without trying to make Persphone look good)

The other thing bothering me was everyone knew about her relationship with Hades after she put it on fatesbook, but everyone talked about the kiss in such a positive light IN FRONT OF HER. Aren’t they suppose to be scared of her? Why did the girls in the yoga class/dress shop had so much to say about that kiss? Because they knew persphone? Did they know every other detail too? What was their actual beef with Minthe?

I feel like realistically some more characters would have sympathy for Minthe if they didn’t know her that well because of Hera. Everyone knows Hera is a pill to deal with and she’s the goddess of marriage who hasn’t really tried bringing Minthe and Hades to the alter. That right there should let everyone know that Hera probably doesn’t help the situation.

Idk, I feel like RS could have gone deeper and made the character not such HXP shippers cause most people wouldn’t cheer for cheating nor an old ass guy getting with a 19 year old. (Idk how fast the news of the slap spread, but I doubt it made it to every place in their fictional world)

[itonje]

I'm not a fan of Miller's book, either. Seriously, what is it with writers pinning women against each other? It's even more confusing when it's a female writer doing it.

If it was just Perse and Pasipäe, okay. If you want to give Circe a bad home life, fine. But Miller does it constantly. Athena was done especially dirty imo. I know she can be pretty petty herself (ex: Arachne, and even then, the reason for turning her into a spider tends to vary), but the way she was portrayed was just so grating. So eager for a champion, I was almost convinced Miller had conflated her with Ares. I don't think the exiled nymphs are even given names, let alone distinguishing personalities, and can we stop dunking on Helen? The Iliad makes it pretty clear that she loved Menelaus and didn't think highly of Paris.

And tbh, the story kinda felt a little repetitive at times, too: Circe meets someone, they get mad at her or leave her, she'll occasionally sleep with someone, rinse and repeat. And granted, she's a pretty minor character in the myths already, but I feel like it would've benefited the story more if she had been given more freedom, that she wasn't restricted to just her island. At the very least, how awesome it would've been if Circe had essentially started her own coven before passing on the role as the head witch of Aiaia to Penelope.

Also, can we stop having sexual assault scenes if the story isn't about that? At least it gives Circe a reason to turn men into literal pigs, but still.

I also don't think it's ever really explained why Circe has a mortal voice, even though she has full Titan blood. She just does. Granted, Perse is a minor nymph, but then what about the rest of her children? I'd get it if it was meant to be an allegory for disabilities, but it just felt like it was added on for the sake of making Circe more of an outcast than she already was.

And this is really more of a nitpick, but for a book that focuses so heavily on witchcraft, it's strange that Hecate wasn't even mentioned. In some versions, she's even Circe's mother. It's also really weird how homosexuality seems to be something that was so uncommon in Ancient Greece as far as these books are concerned, even though we know from history and myth that it wasn't. So yeah, Circe x Penelope would've been pretty awesome!

Blegh, sorry for the rant! I just have alot of thoughts about this book right now! ^^"

ATHENA WAS DONE SO SO DIRTY...it makes no sense even in the telegony itself its her who urges circe to tell telegonus about odyessus. wouldn't it have been more interesting for athena to assist circe in raising telegonus? wouldn't it have been more tragic for telegonus to go kill odyessus at athena's urging of him to go meet him? and then yadda yadda athena and circe can have a falling out then or something yadda yadda i don't know again, i know the gods are written in very specific ways here for the ultimate theme of the book here but like this book is so hard on athena it's so weird when i think that honestly there could have been more interesting for her and circe to work together...

ALSO YEAH MADELINE MILLER HAS A HELEN PROBLEM...i think it was fairer in the song of achilles and i rationalized the helen weirdness in that one by going 'well they're achilles and patroclus of course they won't have choice opinions on helen if from their perspective she's the one that led them into this war' but come on..not in circe too..leave her alone...

and i agree the book really did feel repetitive, but if you're asking me i wish there was more exploration to the episodes circe does get-especially the stint at crete, i wish we had seen more of circe and ariadne's and even her and pasiphae's relationship so bad. they get one conversation where they talk and it was so good but it ends so soon. honestly i feel a lot of the conversations in the book are repetitive as well- someone talking to someone, they reveal something about something else, the first someone is surprised!

also yeah the assault is um. i did not think we needed that scene as explicit as it was but i get that that's routine in these sorts of books at this point...now i will say i don't think a book has to be about that sort of stuff if a book includes them but i do think it should be addressed with care and i dunno if that book does that....

ALSO YEAH...the mortal's voice thing is an epithet given to her in the odyssey without much preamble as to what implications that has or to where she got it from and i don't think the author really had to explain it to make the story work but it would...have been nice to see her come up with an interpretation of what exactly that means for circe

and no i don't think it's a nitpick, i feel the same way irt to the book and witchcraft but the witch i feel like got REALLY shifted was medea. i think there could have been sooo many good parallels with medea and circe here-while circe is hated by her divine family, medea is a darling of helios (and in a fair amount of medea myths she returns to colchis where she's presumably forgiven by aeetes, including that variant where she kills perses to reinstate her father on the throne. i wish that had been mentioned in circe; at least then perses would have a point). while circe becomes a mortal at the end of her story in circe, medea in euripides' medea becomes a goddess herself or close to it while also becoming more monstrous in the process. while circe is constantly accused of caring too much for mortals medea has a fair disregard for the lives of other people (maybe due to her powers to reverse mortality). there could have literally been so much said here not just about divinity and mortality but the boundaries that both circe and medea would cross for the sake of their love oh my god i have no idea why not only her episode in the book was so short but there was very little follow up to what happened with her story afterward ugauwerwherhe

also yeah irt to homosexuality i think it was implied? telegonus was gay which is chill but also come on...give us the iconic greek myth ladies wlw romances.....

[eienias20]

Fan Fiction & Fan Art Masterpost

As the title implies here are links to all my Xenoblade Chronicles X related fan art and fan fiction as well as links to my deviantArt, fanfiction and archiveofourown pages which house all my other works!

I’ll be keeping this thing updated as time goes on! Anyway, go on and take a look, see anything you missed? Check it out!

Fan Fiction

Do I Know Me? A short story about Kruse doubting his origins in light of his absent memories and several bad things happening within NLA.

Starfall A short story about Kruse and Elma taking a small trip to Starfall Basin and reminiscing about the past.

Elmira A short story about Planet Mira doing something mysterious to Elma’s mimeosome.

Stay Sharp A 10 chapter story about Kruse training with Elma and the Wrothians to hone his skills and build his courage to confess his feelings for Elma.

All 10 chapters are up, 2 chapters in each of 5 tumblr posts.

Jaynix A short story about Elma, Kruse and Irina going on a Reclaimer Mission to Noctilum and finding a Lifepod.

Skells & Love A multi chapter story that is in progress about Jaynix’s struggles with living as well as her developing relationship with Alexa.

Currently 11 chapters are up with 12 in the works.

One Year On A short story written in celebration for the 1 year anniversary of Xenoblade Chronicles X’s international release. Set 1 year after Kruse is woken from his slumber in Starfall Basin.

Hello Xenos! A prequel to “Skells & Love” set shortly after “Jaynix” featuring Kruse, Elma and Lin introducing Jaynix to the various Xenoforms living in New LA.

All 12 chapters are up.

Gift Giver A short story related to @kentucky-the-fried‘s Pongo Santa Christmas story. Pongo (Kentucky’s Cross) delivered gifts to countless BLADEs, this story is about Kruse and Jaynix discovering their gifts.

Reckless A short story featuring Jaynix and @killerdraco‘s Cross: Draco. Jaynix is unstable and her issues come to light, Draco witnessing it all.

Confidence Is A State Of Mind This is the fan fiction version of a Role Play done by myself (Jaynix), Kentucky (Pongo) and Draco (Draco). The RP entails Pongo asking Draco and Jaynix for help in building confidence.

Desperate Struggle A short story featuring Jaynix, Draco, @deltheor’s Cross: Scarlen and @aeviann‘s Cross: Aeviann. The four BLADEs are sent on a mission to the Vitriol Cesspool in Noctilum to hunt down a Tyrant known as Lugalbanda the Wanderer-King.

Late A short story featuring Jaynix and Kentucky’s Pongo. Pongo is set to go out on a few missions with Jaynix but Jaynix is late to their meeting. What happened?

Squad Dad A short story featuring KillerDraco’s Draco. Draco the Squad Dad works hard, very hard to train as many BLADEs as he possibly can and even the Squad Dad gets tired.

Dates Don’t End In Tears This is the fan fiction version of a Role Play done by myself (Jaynix) and Kentucky (Pongo). This RP is the sequel to “Confidence Is A State Of Mind” and focuses on the ‘date’ that Jaynix and Pongo go out on and all that entails.

The JZAP RP A fully archive 23K word RP featuring myself (Jaynix), Omega (Zack), Aeviann (Aevi) and Kentucky (Pongo). This RP features Pongo meeting Zack and Aevi for the first time and the four of them taking on a mission together.

Happy A short and sweet little ficlet of Jayinx, Pongo, Aeviann, Zack and Draco enjoying a peaceful day in Primordia.

Consequences A three chapter fan fiction about “Chapter 11: Consequences” from the main game. The first chapter is what happened in the canon of my universe while chapters two and three are ‘What If’ scenarios.

All 3 chapters are up

Have We Met? Back on Earth two members of the 3rd Soldier Unit: Corporal Jaynix Copeland and Major Tai Alistair, are sent in to wipe out a terrorist cell. Jaynix stumbles across a certain Mercenary only heard of in whispers... 

Phantom A serial killer known as “the Phantom” brings chaos to New Los Angeles. Kruse, Jaynix and the heads of the investigative Crime Unit Mathias Solomon and Rueben Torrez join forces to hunt down the ghostly murderer.

All 7 chapters are up

The Bloodstained Corporal Something terrible happens in New Los Angeles, Jaynix disappears. Kruse is working day and night to find her when a new terrible Tyrant emerges and begins killing ever BLADE it comes across. Kruse must find the power to stand up and stop it...

Tyrants A short story featuring Omegalps’ Cross: Zack. Four BLADEs set up camp in Noctilum, attracting the attention of two fearsome Tyrants.

Ordinary Day A calm, peaceful and regular day comes to New Los Angeles and Jaynix experiences tranquility for the first time in far too long...

Friends Jaynix Copeland and AR Scout Zack are best friends. All because of one convenient day and one simple conversation.

Kruse and Jaynix All the fan fictions featuring Kruse and Jaynix (and not featuring Discord Crosses) are set in the same universe and begin with “Do I Know Me?”. Interested in the chronological order? Here it is!

Atop BLADE Tower Interceptor Rosetta finds herself lost in her thoughts, as she tries to find a reason for her stupor, Kruse realizes this and joins her for a heartfelt and introspective talk.

Frozen Bonding An archived RP between me (Jaynix) and Kentucky (Pongo) involving both BLADEs finding themselves in the frozen region of Cocytios and learning many secrets about each other.

First Meeting Interceptor Rosetta is attending to BLADE work in Noctilum when she stumbles upon the Fiery Corporal, Jaynix.

Coffee Date Following a relaxing camping trip to Noctilum, Jaynix and Athena made plans to get some coffee together and chat.

Blue’s Shadow An RP detailing the meeting and first mission of Interceptor Jaynix and Pathfinder Meep.

Crazed Smile Kriss Fowler has now awoken and roams Planet Mira with a very dark and questionable agenda...

Eienias20 Fanfiction Eienias20 ArchiveOfOurOwn My main fan fiction accounts that have not just most of the above stories but my other fan fiction works about Fire Emblem, Kamen Rider and Korra.

Fan Art

Outfitter Kriss Fowler Link

Flame and Jaynix Link

Alpha Wolf Link

Firebird Link featuring Elysia and Jaynix

Sleep Link featuring Jaynix and Aeviann

Smol Curator Sleepover Link featuring Elysia, Jaynix and Mavis

Earth Jaynix Copeland Link

Meep’s Shadow Link featuring Meep and Jaynix

Assorted Sketches Link featuring Jaynix, Mavis, Elysia, Aeviann, Zack and Kruse

Buff, Muscular, Flexing Jaynix Link

Earth Jaynix Sketch Line Art and Color

OCs featured in “Phantom” Sketch Line Art and Color featuring Mathias Solomon, Rueben Torrez, Edwin Benton, Harriet Sinclair and Iris Falkan

Major Tai Alistair AKA Captain Hook Sketch Line Art and Color

Xenoblade Chronicles X Cross Tower Line Art Version (among others) Full Color Version featuring Jaynix, Aeviann, Zack, Draco, Pongo, Kruse and Elysia

Jaynix and Kruse Headshots Redraw Color Version Line Art Version

Jaynix and Aeviann Color Version Line Art Version

Jaynix Upper Body Redraw Line Art

Sketches Jaynix Missing An Eye Jaynix and Draco - Reckless Jaynix and Aeviann - Dorks Cross Doodles featuring Draco, Aeviann, Elysia, Pongo, Sy’chell, Zack, Flame, Meep, Jaynix, Rosetta and Kruse

Interceptor Rosetta and Rowlet Color Version Sketch & Line Art Version

Cross Secret Santa Color Version Sketch & Line Art Version featuring Harper, Elma, Irina, Kruse and HB

Happy Xenoversary! - One Year On Color Version Sketch & Line Art Version

BLADE Division Logos Link

Kruse, Rosetta and Jaynix Color Version Line Art Version Sketch Version

Eienias20 DeviantArt My DeviantArt home to not just all the above art but countless other pictures of Fire Emblem characters, Fire Emblem OCs and just...a lot of stuff I’ve drawn over the years.

[nyxirrationalstories]

yandere platonic Athena x child reader? (also if u do hcs can u make them hcs? :D)

Hi, I hope you are well.

For this request, I'll mix it a bit with a fanfic I wrote (because it fits quite well and makes the "yandere attitude" more "natural").

Headcanon: --- She is a protective yandere, very protective yandere -- Athena usually doesn't deal with kids, she's more about teenagers and young adults to have better warriors.

-- Erictonius was the only one known to have dealt with her as a child: she guided him wisely, treated him somewhat distant and cold.

-- But, this little baby came just after a sad tragedy that struck hard at the heart of the goddess.

-- Unlike what is believed, she would not set her new offspring as a warrior or as a ruler. Yes, she would guide him wisely; however, she would not put another son in danger.

-- What happened to Argenis will never be repeated.

-- The goddess took advantage of the madness of Cotys I, who was convinced that he and she were married, so that the baby would not be in the clutches of the other Olympians.

-- Well, all but one: Ares. Of all the gods, Ares was someone who (despite all the talk) she could trust; and more so because of Argenis. Athena was straightforward: that while she was busy, Ares would see to it that no Thracian or Greek gods knew of the child's existence or relationship with her.

-- Ares knew that he had to stop her, that the child should have no contact with any god: that would be the only way to keep him safe. But, even his heart was weak before the gray-eyed goddess, so he indulged her.

-- Under Ares' protection, Cotys' money and Athena's guidance, the boy grew up far from cities, rituals and in a small, unremarkable forest that had no creatures and therefore no gods to do their business.

A little kid was running to where the bird had fallen. Ares, a little against the words of the goddess, was teaching him to use a bow to defend himself and get his own food (and thus gradually detach himself from Cotys).

--- I think I was pretty clear about the bow --- the irate voice of the goddess made the god turn around and the kid froze in place. It was not the first time that the child had seen those he considered parents fight: his mother spoke sternly and if things escalated she would threaten his father or slap him, almost insulting him; his father, on the other hand, remained silent and did not react.

--- But, I wanted to learn, it's my fault --- he ran between them, trying to avoid another fight. He loved his mother, however, that didn't mean that… he was a little afraid of her. Even at her young age, she felt her mother was overly protective. --- It's not his fault, it's mine and mine alone.

Athena looked gently at her child, one of the few things that could melt her heart with speed. She let out a heavy sigh and looked at Ares, less angry but just as firm --- Whatever you do, you must consult me… even if he insists too much.

Of course Ares was going to teach her, Athena (now calm) remembered that the god may be impulsive and bloody… but not a bad father. A weakness that she is exploiting to this very day; her paranoia of not repeating the past was blinding her, giving her nightmares.

But, as long as Argenis was not repeated, she would do anything to keep her little boy safe until he was old enough to become a priest in her temple and thus keep him safe and see him more daily.