#let's learn the greek alphabet

[crimeronan]

the other fun thing about competitive geoguessr is that i get ranked among middling players who are mostly american & in this group i have absolutely zero advantages EXCEPT when i get dropped in ireland. every time i see road signs IN IRISH and then people in the competition guess, like, hungary or slovakia..... well. the superiority complex is strong.

[clockwork-stars]

One thing about me is that when I say "I am tired, maybe I should sleep", I am usually not gonna sleep and instead learn a useless skill

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Finish Line || LS2

Summary: A farewell fic to Logan because I'm a sookie and miss him already. Pairing: Logan Sargeant x fem!reader (living in America) WC: 4k

Summer Break 2021

Your mother always said, “Nothing good is easy and nothing easy is good.” To an eighteen year old fresh out of high school you thought she was referring to studying and exam results, not the more impactful experiences you would face once the red brick walls were left in the rear view mirror. 

It would only take a matter of weeks to learn the real meaning.

Loving Logan wasn’t easy but it was impossible to stop the feeling of falling that came soon after meeting him. From the moment you met there was an indescribable connection but the paths of your future were heading in completely different directions and you knew at the end of summer you would say your goodbyes.

In the meantime you would enjoy what the weather had to offer and what better way to emancipate yourself from the innocence of youth and broadcast to the world that you were an adult than a girls road trip to Miami? You may not have been old enough to drink but that didn’t stop the college guys on summer vacation from keeping you and your friends well supplied. 

Looking back, it only proved how young and naive you were. 

“Dalt, I really shouldn’t be here,” Logan complained as a red cup was thrust into his hand. “I could get in so much trouble for this.”

“Relax, bro, you’ll be fine.” His older brother clapped him on the back happily. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The beach house was right on the waterfront and Logan stepped out onto the white sand to dip his toes in the warm water. He didn’t know who’s family the place belonged to but Dalton seemed to know everyone by name. It only made him feel even more left out and he thought maybe he should have just stayed in England for the summer break. 

The house was stifling with the humid temperatures compounding to a sauna with all the bodies inside. The beer had started off cool but it had warmed in your hands and began to taste disgusting so you abandoned it into the hands of a stranger passing by who swiftly chugged it back before shouting the Greek alphabet you assumed was the name of his frat house. You had certainly bitten off more than you could chew and debated catching a Greyhound bus home where you felt safe but you wouldn’t ditch your friends who were absolutely in their element.

The beach wasn’t like any you had seen before arriving in Miami. The sand bars were tiny pockets of islands and each property seemed to be its own space divided by narrow canals that lead to dry docks for their expensive boats. 

“Mind if I join you?” you asked the stranger who sat in the sand at the water's edge. It was impossible to ignore each other’s presence when the rising tide had left such little space.

“It’s a free country,” he said with a small smile, his palm quickly swiping away the picture he had drawn in the sand. 

“I don’t know about that. Sometimes it feels like a prison. Sorry, that was really morbid.”

He laughed and tipped his head back to the sun that still beat down despite being late in the afternoon. “You’re not wrong though. I love coming home, but sometimes I’m glad I don’t live here anymore. I don’t know how to fit in with that,” he said looking back at drunken revelers who had stripped down to their swimwear despite having no inclination to actually enter the water. 

He looked like the rest of the guys there: tanned skin over a toned body and dirty blonde hair hidden by a cap he wore backwards. The southern drawl also confirmed the fact he called this place home. 

“Where do you fit in then?”

His shoulders shrugged as he picked at a desiccated chain of Neptune’s necklace that had washed up on the beach. He busied himself with plucking each individual bead off the seaweed and flicking it back to the water. “I don’t know.”

“Okay, well, what did you want to be when you were a kid?”

“A Formula One racing driver, or a fisherman.”

You buried your toes in the sand, wiggling them to dig deeper where it was cooler. “I thought the all-american dream was to be an astronaut?”

You met his blue eyes and saw the amusement that sparkled in them. “I’m afraid of heights,” he admitted with a grin before he held out his hand. “I’m Logan.”

“I think we are beyond names here, I already know your hopes and dreams,” you teased, shaking his hand. 

“But I don’t know yours, yet.”

“I can give you my name, but as for hopes and dreams, I have no idea what I want to be. I’m still trying to figure that out.” You realised his hand was still in yours and gave it another small shake. “I’m Y/N.”

As the sun fell below the horizon the party grew larger and soon it spilled into the slice of paradise you had carved out with Logan. Sand was kicked up as two guys tackled each other to the ground and Logan threw a protective arm around you before they could crash into your side.

“Back it up bro,” he said as he rose to his feet and pulled you up too, tucking you in behind his back. “You could have hurt somebody.”

“Aw, Sargeant, is that your girlfriend?”

Logan ignored them and turned to check you were alright. His eyes scanned over your body and slowed on their ascent before he cleared his throat and met your eyes again. “Do you want to get out of here?”

You scanned the crowd and spotted two of your friends dancing and the other sat on some guy's lap, smiles on all their faces. You couldn’t disappear and make them worry but you didn’t want to stay as the party only grew more chaotic. “Yes, please, I’ll just tell my friends I’m leaving.”

You weren’t going to attempt to get amongst the gyrating bodies so instead headed to Dakota. The guy sitting beneath her noticed your arrival first and grinned at Logan as he stepped in beside you, his hand resting on the small of your back. “You’re leaving aren’t you? Well, you lasted longer than I thought you would.”

“You two know each other?” you asked. 

“Only since birth,” Logan answered. “This is my brother, Dalton. Dalton, this is Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said before turning your attention to your friend. “I’m going to head off, Kote. Logan said he can drop me off at the apartment after dinner.”

“Are you sure? I can take you back if you want.”

You laughed and leaned into Logan, enjoying the warmth that came as his arm curled around your waist. “I’m good, someone needs to make sure those two get back.”

You both looked at the twins who had found dance partners and knew the rented 4 bedroom apartment was probably going to double in residents by morning. With a resigned sigh that she didn’t really feel as the group mother, Dakota nodded. “I’ve got them, you two have fun.”

The wink she sent you off with made your cheeks heat but you hadn’t actually planned on doing what the action implied. Of course Logan was attractive, and the thought of taking him to your bedroom was one that had you melting, but you were quite happy just enjoying his company too. 

“Are you hungry? I know this great spot but it’s a bit of a drive from here.”

Out in the street where the sounds of the thumping bass couldn’t reach your stomach rumbled and you smiled sheepishly. “Just a little.”

The restaurant he knew was on Key Largo, about an hour south of where the party was in Miami Beach and you were amazed by how many bridges had been built to connect the keys. It would have felt a bit scary driving over the ocean if it wasn’t for Logan recounting stories of growing up in the state. It was a good distraction to listen to the fondness in his tone as he remembered fishing off the now-closed piers that he pointed out. 

“I think this is where you fit in,” you said as he cruised along the highway in his pickup truck, the radio quietly playing an RnB station in the background. It was warm enough that the window was down and the breeze blew his hair back like a runway model.

He glanced across the car and lifted a questionable brow. “In Florida?”

“No! Behind the wheel. You look, I don’t know, comfortable? No, content, that’s the word.” 

On the beach Logan had shared how he was halfway through the season of Formula 3 in Europe and had hopes to join an F1 team in the future. It was also when he mentioned returning to the country he currently lived in, four thousand miles across the Atlantic Ocean. Despite only just meeting him, you felt the four week countdown arriving like a dark storm cloud.

Those four weeks flew by almost as quickly as you fell in love. 

Summer Break 2024

The soy milk screeched and you winced at the sound before saving the new girl, and the coffee, from the machine. Thankfully it wasn’t scorched as the shop was already full with the busy morning foot-traffic and you wanted to keep it flowing for the customer’s sake. 

“Soy latte with a shot of hazelnut?” A hand went up and you passed the takeaway cup over. “Have a nice day.”

You looked at the next order stuck to the bench and immediately searched for the customer, a smile splitting your face when you found him. “Baby, you’re home! Why didn’t you call?”

Logan ducked under the staff counter and met your embrace with strong arms that pulled you to your tiptoes. “I called, but you must have been busy here. God, it’s good to see you, sweetheart.”

You checked your phone in the pocket of your apron and saw the missed call before slipping it over your head. “Marie, can you keep an eye on everything?”

“Yeah, course, hun, take your time,” the part time barista said with a wave. “Welcome home, Logan.”

“Thank you.” 

You dragged Logan eagerly through the swing door that stated ‘staff only’ and past the break room to the disused office at the back. “I’ve missed you so much,” you managed to say between the desperate kisses you shared as he kicked your door closed. 

“Missed you too.”

Your hands reached beneath his shirt and he chuckled breathlessly as he caught them before they could move any further. “Tempting, sweetheart, but not here.”

You pouted as you draped your arms around his neck instead and held him tight. “I have the studio booked in 20 minutes, did you want to come?”

Logan rolled his eyes at the stupid question and didn’t bother to answer as he tucked his hands into the back of your jeans and buried his face in your hair. “You smell like blueberry muffins,” he hummed happily. 

“I can steal one,” you offered but when you pulled away he quickly pulled you back with a shake of his head.

“Diet.”

You grabbed the flesh on his abdomen, feeling the hard muscle beneath. “You’re perfect, baby, one muffin isn’t going to change that - but it will make you happier. Go grab a seat in the staff room.”

You walked him back down the hall and let him settle into the couch while you grabbed a muffin from the front counter. Most of the rush had quickly cleared and with the lull in orders you made him his favourite drink. 

“You spoil me, sweetheart,” he said with a gratefully smile as you placed the plate and cup on the coffee table. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you.” You sank into the couch beside him and watched him pick apart the muffin, finding all the blueberries to eat first. He could feel your eyes on his hands as they fiddled with crumbs but before he worked up the courage to explain why he caught a flight two days earlier than planned. “What’s going on, baby?”

He exhaled a heavy sigh and wiped his hands clean before taking yours. “I think it’s over.”

Your heart cleaved apart and your ears started ringing as your world came crashing down. There was only one semester left in your art programme before all the plans the two of you made would come to life - plans that started with moving to England with Logan. Plans that were crumbling down.

“It’s over?” you repeated as silent tears streaked your face and your hands slipped from his.

Horror bled into Logan’s features and he snatched your hands back, placing them over his chest where his heart beat rapidly with panic. “Not us, never us,” he rushed with a harsh shake of his head. “Fuck, sweetheart, you are my everything.”

You sagged with relief as he wiped your eyes but the relief was short lived as you understood what he meant and the phantom pain in your chest returned. “Have you spoken to James?”

He nodded and leaned into your touch as your palms ran up his chest to cradle his face. “It’s not good.”

To hear the defeat in his voice was something you never wished to hear again. It was a sound that no 23 year old should make, he was too young to feel the immense pressure he was under and a weaker man would have been broken by it. But Logan was strong, mentally and physically - he would recover from this, you would make sure of it.

“Come on,” you whispered as you rose to your feet and tugged his hands. 

“Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you home.”

“But you have class.”

You grabbed your handbag from your locker and tossed him the car keys. “This is more important, and I can paint anywhere.”

—

The drive to Miami took most of the day and the frown on Logan’s forehead seemed to soften as the arid air turned humid and the paddocks turned to swamp before he sped through Alligator Alley. The top 40 charts played quietly on the radio and Logan hummed along with the ones he liked while he held your hand on your thigh. 

A contented sigh of relief exhaled from deep in Logan’s chest as the sunset and the city lights illuminated the horizon. Though he was tired to his bones, just the sight of his home was enough to rejuvenate him and he sat up a little straighter before taking the exit that would lead him to Fort Lauderdale. 

Madelyn and Daniel were already expecting Logan and the front door opened before he could turn the engine off. It had been a while since they last had Logan home and you felt a little guilty since most of his returns to home soil were to visit you instead, but they didn’t hold it against you. Madelyn was just happy that there was someone who loved and supported Logan as much as she did.  

It was immediately clear that she wasn’t aware of his current struggles as you saw him hide behind a confident smile as she asked how everything was going. 

“I don’t want to disappoint them,” he admitted as he closed his bedroom door after dinner. 

You placed your bag on the floor and took a seat at the headboard before patting the spot beside you. Logan flopped down on the bed and rested his head on your thighs while his long legs hung over the edge, looking up as if you had all the answers. 

“You could never disappoint them, Lo, they just want you to be happy. And, you're worrying about things that haven’t even come to pass. We don’t know what the second half of the season will bring.”

“I know you are being reasonable, but I can’t help thinking this is the end. Everyone else thinks so too.”

“You mean everyone on X, formally known as twitter,” you said with a roll of your eyes that made him chuckle. “How about no social media for the whole break? Just disconnect from it all for four weeks.”

“And what happens at the end of the break?” he asked quietly, sensing deja vu from the last time he asked this three years ago. It was an eerily similar state too with his head on your legs but you were on the white sands instead of a bed. You had already fallen in love but he was due to fly back to Europe and you would be getting in the car with your friends and heading home. He had forever changed you that summer.

You combed your fingers through his hair as you relived the same memory. “We will be grateful for the time we had together.”

A smile tugged at his lips and he sat up so he could pull you onto his lap. “I’m not letting you go again.”

“I should hope not,” you stated as your knees settled either side of his thighs and you reached into his pocket to fish his phone out. “Now say goodbye to this, I am having you all to myself.”

He plucked the phone from your fingers and tossed it to the side table before putting all those glorious muscles to good use. The room spun until he caged your body beneath his and he gently kissed his way across your collarbone. “You already have me, sweetheart.”

–

A sick twisting feeling gripped your gut as you waved goodbye to Logan through misted eyes. No matter what you had said, you could feel his stress growing as the break came to an end and now he was going back alone. You wished you could go with him.

The drive back to your apartment was too quiet but you couldn’t listen to the radio because the songs he would have hummed to would only make you miss him more. It always took days, weeks even, to reacclimate yourself to the loss of his presence when he left. It never got easier but the memories made were worth it.

The days dragged by as classes began again and the repetitive routine of life was reestablished. Finally it was the weekend and you could curl up on the couch and watch Logan’s practice on F1TV while you were surrounded by paintings of him. There were two new additions that had come back from Miami, one capturing his happiness as he reeled in a bluefish and the other capturing his perfect features as he sunbathed shirtless, that one was purely indulgent.

“Oh no, Sargeant has taken a big shunt into the barriers there.”

Your feet slammed to the floor as you jumped out of your seat and stumbled closer to the tv as if you could reach through it and help, but you were helpless to watch as Logan remained in the car in the middle of the track - red flags waving. 

“Come on, baby, get out of there,” you begged as you heard his radio saying he was okay, but then the back of the car ignited into flame. You were screaming for him to get out as George’s car rolled by, his hands gesturing wildly for Logan to get out too before he finally was free of the seat harness and jumping out over the halo. 

You finally breathed a sigh of relief but it didn’t last as the camera cut to Logan leaning on the barriers, his head hung in defeat despite the helmet hiding his face. You knew your boyfriend better than anyone, you knew exactly what was going on inside his head and you knew you had to do something.

The credit card Logan had given you years ago had been left discarded in the back of your underwear drawer. He said it was for you to use but you had never been with him for the money and even as a broke uni student you hadn’t used it once. But this was an emergency, and if you were ever going to use it then you could be damn sure it was going to be spent on him.

One quick email was sent to your professor begging for an extension due to a family emergency before you packed a bag and booked the first flight out to Amsterdam.

With shaking hands you typed a message: I’m so glad you got out of there, baby. I’m on my way and I love you so much xxx

You knew he wouldn’t be able to reply for a little while since he would have to get back to the team garage, and there would be other responsibilities first like having a medical check and debrief, but you sent it anyway along with the flight numbers so he knew where you would be and when. It was going to be a long day with the 13 hours of flights plus the change in timezone but nothing was going to keep you from getting to Logan before the race tomorrow.

–

A stranger with a whiteboard greeted you at the airport and the exhaustion of the trip faded away when you reached the paddock with a pass in hand and stepped into the Williams garage. Bodies of mechanics moved in sync as they rushed around the car preparing it for the race that was due to start in a few short hours but it was one man that was standing among them that drew you closer. 

“Lo,” you greeted softly behind him on raised tiptoes. 

A wide smile split his face as he turned to embrace you, lifting your feet off the ground as he buried his face in your neck. “Hellow, sweetheart,” he breathed against your skin before inhaling the familiar scent of your perfume. 

Your hands tightened on his waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you okay?”

He pulled back and his smile faltered. “I’m better now that you’re here.” 

You reached up to trace the curve of his cheek where his smile had been but his team principal called his name before you could feel the shadow of his beard on your palm. “Can I borrow you for a minute?” he asked Logan before spotting you, a flicker of surprise on his face. “Hello, Y/N, it’s lovely to see you again.”

“You too, James,” you replied politely before stepping out of Logan’s arms and giving him a little nudge in the right direction. “I’ll wait over in hospitality.”

Logan spent what time he could with you, reassured by the feel of your arms wrapped around his neck and your cheek pressed to his as you sat on his lap in the single chair that furnished his driver room. The thin walls did little to dampen the noise of the motorhome and the crowd beyond but for a few minutes Logan could forget it all and the pressure that came with it - until the clock ticked away the precious minutes alone and reality returned.

“I have to score a point today,” he whispered like he was confessing a sin and he tipped his head back to stare at the roof. “No point, no seat. That's the deal.”

“Can they do that with your contract?”

“They can do whatever they want, sweetheart. I’m lucky they let me go this long without contributing.”

You cupped his face and tipped it forward so he was forced to look you in the eyes. “There are more ways to contribute to the team than just scoring points. You spend hours in the simulator every week so they can get their precious data.”

“And then I go and cost them $250k when I crash,” he laughed humorlessly and dropped his forehead to yours. “I think this is it. I’m tired and it’s so hard to enjoy it now. That’s the worst part out of all of it. I used to like my job, it was all I wanted to do.”

Your thumbs caught the tears that clung to his lower lashes. “What do you want now?”

“I honestly have no idea, I just know I want to be wherever you are.”

A knock at the door interrupted the promise you were going to make and someone in a William’s shirt said it was time to head back to the garage before ducking back out of the room.

“I love you” you whispered between the kisses you traced across the bow of his lips. “I want you to go out there today and forget James and points and all that stuff and just enjoy the race. I have watched you give everything to this team but today I want you to be selfish, okay? Enjoy it out there or it’s all for nothing, no matter the outcome. And when you get out of that car I will be waiting for you, arms wide open.”

Logan closed his eyes and exhaled a shuddering breath before he captured your lips in a passionate kiss that left you both breathless. Resolute and proud, he stood up and placed you on his feet before grabbing his cap and slapping it on his head. “I’ll see you at the finish line.”

[burntheedges]

Summer Stuff-My-Inbox Fic Rec List (Part 2)

I can't believe it's already September? What the hell, honestly. Thank you all for sending me your fics again!

Remember to check out Part 1, too.

The list has 57 more Pedro-character fics posted since June 1, organized by character and then alphabetically by author. Mind all tags and warnings! I've noted word count (we've got a range!), whether it's part of a series, and pairings. Let's get reading and reblogging!

Characters in this rec list: Dave York, Dieter Bravo, Din Djarin, Ezra (Prospect), Frankie Morales, Javier Gutierrez, Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike, Pero Tovar, Tim Rockford

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Dave York

melt by @sizzlingcloudmentality | 960 words | Dave x f!reader summary: wine drunk and with fresh croissants from the bakery you're having French breakfast and sex with Dave. | Daphne mentioned being proud of this one particulary because of the smut!! 😏

Dieter Bravo

Eros & Psyche by @schnarfer | ~16k, complete | Dieter x f!reader summary: Dieter is a modern day Greek God Eros. We’re going full existential dread rom-com, actually. | I can't wait to read this!

Golden Girl by @whocaresstillthelouvre | 2.9k | Dieter x f!reader summary: What happens when you discover your husband has been cheating on you? You call his best friend to help comfort you.

Starlet by whocaresstillthelouvre | 3.7k | Dieter x f!reader summary: Your husband has a big movie premiere, sure he looks great, but his co-star looks even better.

Din Djarin

Fifteen Weeks by whocaresstillthelouvre | 5k | Din x f!reader summary: It's been fifteen weeks since Din Djarin first entered your life, now you can't imagine it without him. You take a leap of faith in your relationship and visit him at his farm. | this is part 2! Don't miss part 1!

Oath Broken and Soul Bound by @whxtedreams | 1.8k, wip | Din x OFC Witch hunter!Din x OFC!Witch, from Flora: It's a Witch AU, fantasy and forbidden love. It's very new, only one chapter out but I have very big plans. I have pretty much the entire fic mapped out. It also has Ezra, Frankie and Joel as characters. You can learn more about their characters here in the character study i did for them. This is my passion project, I have so much love for them and I can’t wait to share my story in more detail!

Tales from the Dark Garden by @hapan-in-exile | 9k | Din x f!reader summary: The reader is a courtesan at the Dark Garden, Coruscant’s most prestigious pleasure house, where you encounter the Mandalorian.

Touchstone by @sawymredfox | 2.6k | Din x f!reader summary: Things are not always what they seem. They have a meaning. They have a reason behind them, private and cherished.

Ezra (Prospect)

There are Other Fish in the Sea by @beefrobeefcal | 4 parts | Frankie x f!reader, Ezra x f!reader summary: an alternate ending (and continuation) of another of Beefro's fics, where Frankie messes up and Ezra comes along.

Joel x Ezra

who knows where the time goes by @sixhours | 11k | Joel x Ezra (Prospect) summary: It's New Year's 2027 and the dads are going through it. An i know you by heart one-shot.

Frankie Morales

Like the Rain by @jennaispunk | 2.9k | Frankie x f!reader summary: Frankie has something to say….will you listen? | Jenna said this one is her first Frankie fic!! and a challenge because it has more spice, which is fun!

There are Other Fish in the Sea by @beefrobeefcal | 4 parts | Frankie x f!reader, Ezra x f!reader summary: an alternate ending (and continuation) of another of Beefro's fics, where Frankie messes up and Ezra comes along.

Tide by whocaresstillthelouvre | 1.2k | Frankie x f!reader summary: Frankie Morales is capable of almost anything… except not cumming in his jeans when he thinks about you, the pretty clerk at the grocery store he always buys his giant jugs of laundry detergent at.

Javier Gutierrez

KEPT by @beefrobeefcal | 5.3k | Javi x f!reader summary: You might just have bitten off more than you can chew by possibly becoming Javi G's sugar baby.

Rhapsody in Blue by @maggiemayhemnj | 5.5k | Javi x f!reader summary: Javi G takes you to the Oscars. Takes you to the Vanity Fair party. Takes you back to the Chateau Marmont. Then just takes you. | Maggie said this one took her out of her comfort zone, and she ahd fun delving into more spice!

Javier Peña

An End to Drought by @almostfoxglove | 5.4k | Javi x f!reader summary: The future of your family's homestead hangs in the balance as Javier Peña comes home in the middle of a drought.

Dispose of Me by whocaresstillthelouvre | 1.8k | Javi x f!reader summary: Javier Peña needs you… and you're moving away in two weeks.

Dusk by @the-orange-tabby-cat | 8.7k | Javi x f!reader summary: Javier sees you again years after the end of your love affair. Torn between the memories of what happened then and what is now, you both face the weight of your actions from Bogotá to Madrid.

Hold my hand by @milla-frenchy | 4.1k | Javi x f!reader summary: a stranger saves your life. Or your and Javi’s love story.

I'll Carry You by almostfoxglove | 2 of 3 parts, 13.6k | Javi x f!reader summary: You reunite with your childhood best friend when he arrives home from Colombia. Javier's sudden return to your life exhumes buried heartbreak, but he longs to set things right.

Scathed by @dancingtotuyo | 41k, wip | Javi x OFC summary: Javier and Emily experienced the drug war on different fronts in very different ways. Maybe, they’re what the other needs to heal.

Joel Miller

Joel & Ellie, no pairing

happy birthday, baby girl by sixhours | wip | Joel and Ellie summary: Ellie has never had a birthday. Joel can fix that.

Joel x Ezra

who knows where the time goes by sixhours | 11k | Joel x Ezra (Prospect) summary: It's New Year's 2027 and the dads are going through it. An i know you by heart one-shot.

x reader or x OFC

A summer with the Millers by @milla-frenchy | 4.2k, wip | Joel x f!reader x Tommy summary: you come back to your father's house for summer vacation and want to get closer to your crush and dad's best friend, Tommy Miller. His brother Joel is gonna help you to reach your goal.

Always in my Heart by @mermaidgirl30 | 1.2k | Joel x f!reader

summary: Losing a pet is never easy, but you’re not alone because Joel is right there with you, keeping you afloat.

BDSMaid by @mountainsandmayhem | wip | Joel x f!reader summary: After recently graduating from university, your best friend offers you a job cleaning luxury homes for clients you’ll never know. It’s only temporary and a good way to save money for when you go back to get your law degree. That’s what you’re promised at least. Easy. Simple. Mundane. That is, until one of your clients is home and everything that you felt was missing in your life starts to fall into place. This goes against the NDA you signed and you could get fired. Or worse, you could fall in love.

Cover Me Up by almostfoxglove | 97.7k, finished | Joel x f!reader summary: After you spare the lives of two kids who break into your isolated cabin in the woods, they lead you back to their settlement. You intend to get in, trade for valuable supplies, and get out, but end up staying. Four years later, you're a solitary but respected pillar of Jackson's close-knit community when Joel Miller shows up, kid in tow. You think nothing of him or the kid. You like your quiet life. Too bad it won't stay quiet for long. Or: Joel and Ellie make you human again. | Freya's first series!

Dark Shades of Innocence Lost by mermaidgirl30 | finished | Joel x f!reader summary: After your friends drag you out to Club Inferno on a Friday night, you meet an unexpected man with dark brown eyes. That man is Joel Miller, who turns out to be the owner of the club. The menace that will turn your life upside down. After not dating for a couple of years, Joel finds out and strikes up a proposition for you. Keep coming back and he’ll make sure you experience pleasure like you’ve never felt before.

Fragile State by @galway-girlatwork | 2.5k | Joel x OFC Tara summary: The aftermath of a traumatic car accident leaves a family struggling with fear and uncertainty. The emotional toll weighing them all down as they try to find some normalcy which they all know is impossible until he wakes up. Vulnerability and desperate needs for the man who is the center of their lives to remember who they are and the life he had with them. | the author mentioned this way of writing a story was new, which is very fun!

Halcyon by @justagalwhowrites | ch 16, 110k so far | Joel x f!reader summary: When your life falls apart, you find yourself back in your hometown of Austin, Texas for the first time in more than a decade. Eager to make your own way after a rough divorce, you reconnect with your high school best friend Joel Miller - a man you never thought would be in your life again. Things have changed since your falling out just before you left for college but friendship with Joel comes easy. His life isn't in any better shape than your own and the two of you make a vow to get your acts together - personal, professional and romantic - in the span of a year. But will your burgeoning connection make it so you can figure everything out or will your history together get in the way?

Her by milla-frenchy | 3.2k | Joel x f!reader summary: after Joel confides one of his fantasies to you one day, you make it come true. | her first kinda sub!Joel with Joel realizing a fantasy. 😏

In Need of a Top Up by @tateypots | 1.5k | Joel x f!reader summary: Joel likes calling you his wife and you like hearing it.

In pain and heartache. In comfort and love. by whxtedreams | 2.5k | Joel x f!reader summary: They were so desperate to hold each other after tasting life without one another.

It Tastes of Magic by sawymredfox | 12k | Joel x f!reader summary: Your grandmother always told you the same thing. Have always salt in handy to spill over your left shoulder. Knock on wood to keep away the bad luck. Don't forget that mint likes to have her space to grow. Actions always speak louder than words. And love as much as you can, because even when it hurts, it makes you stronger. Will she still be right?

Lock the Gate by almostfoxglove | 23k+, wip | Joel x f!reader summary: You're less than enthusiastic when your uncle's partner Frank invites two strangers from the Boston QZ to your compound to trade. Joel Miller proves just as callous as you and brutishly stubborn—but after a cutting first impression, a bloody inconvenience, and a long walk through infested woods, you're not sure if the fire you carry for him is actually hate.

Push it by milla-frenchy | 3.4k | Joel x f!reader summary: you have a secret “relationship” with Joel, your dad's best friend. You know you can't have more, but you can’t resist the idea to provoke him a little.

See How She Rides by @arcanefox207 | 4.4k | Joel x f!reader summary: BoatMechanic!Joel Miller is just doing his job when you show up unannounced to soak up some summer sun. | Ally said she had a lot of fun writing this one and I think we're going to have a lot of fun reading it!!

spin me around by @ace-turned-confused | 2.4k | Joel x f!reader summary: you find a vintage record store full of rare finds, the man behind the counter the rarest of them all. | for the Secret Springs challenge!

Stranger in a Bar by justagalwhowrites | 17.3k | part 2, finished | Joel x f!reader summary: You meet a stranger in a bar, one who is fun and sexy and makes you wonder if the single life is all it's cracked up to be. But there's one big problem: you probably shouldn't be fucking your dad's best friend.

Teach Me How to Play Coach Miller by whocaresstillthelouvre | 3.2k | Joel x f!reader summary: You're home alone, relishing a lazy day when your hot neighbor knocks on your door. Seems his TV is out and he really wants to watch the Rangers game. You know nothing about baseball… maybe he can teach you a thing or two?

Tear You Apart by mermaidgirl30 | wip | Joel x f!reader summary: Joel comes for you late at night. He always does. Always stalks, chases, and prowls after you like a starving wolf. And when he catches you, he devours you, feeds on you like the animal he is. Will you run and hide or will you give into the temptation that calls you into the forest?

Tenacity by whocaresstillthelouvre | 2.3k | Joel x f!reader summary: Joel Miller will never allow himself to take what he wants and you know that. How can a broken shower make him realize it's too late and he's already fallen for you? (Or Joel fucks you on his beat up couch in the QZ.)

The Fallen Warrior by @bluestar22x | 6.7k, wip | Joel x f!reader summary: Joel Miller, once the great archangel named Jaoel, fell from grace many centuries ago. After his brethren take everything from him, he immerses himself in human culture. Careful not to get too close to anyone new, everything changes when Joel finds a nephal (nephilim plural) living on the streets in Austin - the first since his fall. A trusted co-worker (reader) ends up adopting her. But just as the street kid, Ellie Williams, is settling into her new home Heaven’s angels come to town searching for her. They have a plan to use her blood in their battle against Hell, then dispose of her after. Joel can’t allow that. He won’t.

The green flannel shirt by milla-frenchy | 817 words | Joel x f!reader summary: Joel comes back home from work and finds you asleep wearing his shirt.

The Savage and the Sanctuary by justagalwhowrites | 8.3k, wip | Joel x f!reader summary: After the death of his daughter, Joel Miller fell apart. But when searching for answers at the bottom of a bottle and within his own rage doesn't fix it, he resigns himself to working for his brother in private security. It's a job that starts him down the path to stability and a semblance of a life, even if it's not one he particularly wants. At least it does until you show up. The biggest movie star in the world with your newly adopted niece in tow, you throw everything about Joel's life into flux. Is he capable of letting himself feel something again while protecting the only things left in the world that matter?

untitled by @idioticcatss | ~1.5k | Joel x reader sophie mentioned being proud of getting out of a writing slump with this fluffy, smutty fic! some tags: love marks, age gap, pet names, smut

Wings of the Dawn by the-orange-tabby-cat | 49k, wip | Joel x f!reader summary: You are Jackson’s librarian, a doll with good heart, that has your life changed when a handsome man and his kid decides to start again in your small town. Having a hard time ignoring Joel’s dark brown eyes, you found yourself wishing to have him closer as you both navigate through love triangles, teenage drama, city gossip and ghosts from both your pasts.

Woman by dancingtotuyo | 74.6k, finished! | Joel x f!reader summary: Joel Miller returns to Jackson bringing back memories and feelings from 20 years ago, but you refuse fall into the universe’s trap again. Your table is at capacity. Adding another chair will only kill you when they get taken away. | also Em just starting posting a no-outbreak AU of this fic!!

Yearling by justagalwhowrites | 306k, finished! | Joel x f!reader summary: After years of surviving in the wilds of Wyoming after the cordyceps outbreak, you find yourself in Jackson. It's a town filled with friendly faces and the kind of world you hardly remember, let alone can connect with or understand. But one man - Joel Miller, another loner, like you - makes you think that trying to find your place in society again might be worth it.

Yearling No-Outbreak AU by justagalwhowrites | 4.1k, wip | Joel x f!reader summary: When Ellie sees you riding at a rodeo, she knows you have to teach her. A no-outbreak AU of Yearling, where you and Joel find each other in every timeline. Can be read independently as a no-outbreak AU fic.

Marcus Acacius

Legionary by whocaresstillthelouvre | 3.4k | Marcus x Lucius x f!reader summary: Marcus returns to his hometown while traveling with his young soldier who's eager to learn from him. Good thing he knows your domus is always open to him.

mould me for ruin by ace-turned-confused | 4.6k | Marcus x f!reader summary: after years of watching general acacius, you long to wield a sword of your own — an opportunity arises for your dreams to come true, in more ways than one.

proud to be yours by ace-turned-confused | 2.7k | Marcus x f!reader summary: it's the first time you've seen acacius since he took your virginity, and he has plans for a different kind of training.

Marcus Moreno

(Some) Bodies by galway-girlatwork | 3.1k | Marcus x OFC Priestly summary: In the shadows of the ancient city, a dark romance blossoms between a healer and a sinner. It is a connection of light and dark, life and death. Can he accept her past? Can she believe there is redemption for what she’s done? Can carefully guarded secrets stay that way?

Marcus Pike

Code name: Hephaestus by @604to647 | 3.2k | Marcus x f!reader summary: Marcus requests a change to his FBI Agent code name. | Emily wrote this for Kel's Pedro Pantheon challenge and really challenged herself!! I'm excited to read. 🧡

next year by me! | 18.3k | Marcus x gn!reader summary: You expected your vacation to go like it always did -- a week of reading, relaxing, and so much alone time you'd be almost happy to see your coworkers when you got back. You'd spend time on the beach and walk around town and generally do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted, just like you did every year. But when you locked eyes from across the sand with the handsome man renting the house next door, something told you this year would be different.

Pero Tovar

Maple by @sawymredfox | 2k | Pero x f!reader summary: A fox, a rifle, and two strangers in a forest. What could go wrong?

Tim Rockford

The detective by @milla-frenchy | 2.6k | Tim x f!reader summary: being a suspect in a theft case, you get interrogated by a handsome and dominant personal investigator.

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happy reading and reblogging! 🧡

[erisweekofficial]

Tonight, we’re celebrating @mistandmemories, a brilliant new writer in the Acotar community who's already making waves! 🔥

If you’re an Azris lover, you NEED to check out their story, A Song of Bonds and Legacies. Prepare to be swept away by stunning world-building, deliciously deep lore, and Azriel/Eris angst that hits all the right notes. 😍🔥 (((Okay but seriously the characterization is SPOT ON))))

She's also cooking up something for Eris week and we're SUPER excited to see what it is 👀

Read more to learn the origin behind A Song of Bonds and Legacies and Eris's relationship with his brothers!

Give us a name for one of Eris's Brothers!

I absolutely love making up names for the unnamed Vanserra-brothers. We already have first names in the family ranging from French and German to Greek in origin, so it feels like you can call them literally anything. For my story I’ve been looking for names in mythology in particular, and one of the names I’ve used for a Vanserra-brother is “Paras”, a Hindu name of Indian origin.

Give us a name for one of Eris's hounds!

Mutt! In “A Song of Bonds and Legacies” Mutt is the name of Eris’s half-breed, who he (not so secretly) has a soft-spot for. The twelve full-blooded hounds are kept in a kennel, whereas Mutt lives in Eris’s chambers. He’s very rare (which is probably why Beron allows him at all), as cross-breeding Smokehounds rarely ever result in viable pregnancies. His other hounds are named alphabetically from A to L and they all have either aristocratic titles, autumn- or weapon-related names.

How do you see Eris evolving as a character in future books?

Ah… I hope we will see him as High Lord of Autumn and that there will be a reconciliation between him and Lucien, but other than that I’d love for him to stay pretty much the same, only sans the “oh-so-horrible-and-cowardly-villain” stamp that he’s been given by the Night Court. I honestly don’t think he’s done enough bad to deserve it, and I think calling someone who has had to endure torture and cruelty at his own father’s hands while (probably) trying to help his family and his court in secret a coward, is uncalled for. It would be great if he could lower his mask a bit, but for the love of the Mother, don’t make him another Rhys in terms of justifying every mean thing he’s ever said or done. Let him be sassy and condescending, but twist the narrative a little, so we can see things from his perspective.

How do you think Eris view his siblings, and what kind of relationships does he have with them?

I think it varies how he views them and what kind of relationship they have. I believe some of his brothers may follow more closely in Beron’s footsteps than he does, and that he doesn’t necessarily like them very much, whereas others, I think he’s trying to protect and shape more. There’s definitely an element of competition between all of them though (apart from between Eris and Lucien, who I believe Eris knows is not Beron’s), and considering that the Autumn Court is cutthroat, I don’t think Eris trusts any of his unnamed brothers. They see the same persona he’s been putting forth for centuries, and he shows them no weaknesses. I can’t see him having a genuine and honest relationship with any of them.

What kind of legacy does Eris want to leave behind?

I honestly don’t think he cares about his own legacy. He’s willing to be labelled as anything as long as his Court and the people he (secretly) cares about are all right. I think he wants a more just and peaceful world in general, where power is more evenly distributed, but I don’t believe he needs (or wants) credit for making it happen.

What is the inspiration behind your fic A Song of Bonds and Legacies?

I had the overall idea for this fic when I read HOFAS, but for the storyline, I’ve found a lot of inspiration in mythology and fairytales (I’m a huge mythology nerd). I also build heavily on canon lore and take much inspiration from that, and I love drawing upon and incorporating socio-political, ontological and ethical discussions as well. (But I guess the primary incentive was to make Azris happen🤣❤️)

[sunnist4rs]

Tw Rant

I hate how the TRAs have to take over everything and make it about their stupid message. I’ve been a huge Greek Mythology fan all my life and Telemachus has been my favourite character ever for years and years (and years).

Personally I love Epic the musical, I think it’s a funny adaptation of my favourite book but in Different Beast (my fave song from Epic but it’s being ruined) Odysseus sings ‘I don’t have a daughter’. This is perfectly fine in context but the Tras have started using it to joke about trans!Telemachus.

At first I ignored this but they’re still talking about it, drawing art about it and now they’ve started saying ‘this is the modernised Odyssey’. I even saw people saying it’s transphobic not to headcannon Telemachus this way. It’s so annoying seeing them take a character like Telemachus who I’ve cared about before some of these people learn the alphabet and turn him into some annoying as trans ally.

I have plushys named after this guy (parents didn’t let me name our dog after him), see him as the ideal (and only good tbh) man and he’s just generally my comfort character. I don’t want to associate him with the removal of woman’s rights and the disfigurement (idk if that’s the right word so sorry if it’s mean) of children. It sucks that they have to go and trash everything without knowing anything about the source material.

[alatismeni-theitsa]

Hi, hellenic polytheist anon here again- Sorry if it seems like Im sending so many asks, Ive been learning a lot of new things recently about hellenic polytheism aughsjdjfk. The main thing Im asking about is how to pronounce Apollo’s name. From what Ive searched so far, they’ve all told me its either pronounced Apollon or Apollonas. Ive tried pronouncing it using the greek alphabet like you advised and ended up with Apollon, but all the greek sources say its Apollonas so-?

Maybe its a nominative vs vocative thing? Idk- Im still kinda struggling to understand how all the cases work because I literally just started learning this stuff like, a few days ago AUGSHDHC-

No worries! So, a language as old as the Greek one cannot remain totally unchanged for over 2.000 years, right? No language is as rigid. So, for a while now Greeks have been using forms of Accusative case in the place of Nominative case. We don't know why it happened, but it was probably convenient for our people to do it. So, instead of the Nominative "Apollon", we use the Accusative form "Apollonas". From the Accusative form, "Apollonos".

If you use "Apollon" it sounds archaic, and you would be using it in a more formal situation. It's a little more... poignant, let's say. In your worship, you can use both, though. Apollon will still feel a bit "heavier", as if you are doing things formally. "Apollonas" is how Greeks call him now. When you call him both "oh, Apollon!" and "oh, Apollona!" feel correct.

The same thing happens with "Nyx". "Nyx" is the Nominative, but when we speak her name in Nominative we actually use an Accusative form, "Nyhta". "Nyktos" is the Accusative case. You can see how it correlates to Nominative.

Long story short, some names are now a little bit different cause our people thought it cooler or more easier to make the Nominative forms come from Accusative forms.

[unnervinglyferal]

List of European countries and why I hate them, in alphabetical order:

Albania - I've never heard fucking anything about the people here, do you people even do anything save for having beef with everyone else in the Balkans. Fuck you.

Andorra - I don't think this place is even a real country. It's like the size of my dick. Fuck you.

Austria - You know what you did. Fuck you.

Belarus - Sucking Russia's dick just for the novelty of getting to be featured in their ongoing cringe compilation. An utter embarrassment. Fuck you.

Belgium - If there's two things I hate, it's colonialist brutality and the fucking smurfs. Fuck you.

Bosnia and Herzegovina - Despite all the rest of their shitshow, at least the rest of the Balkans can at least agree whether they're one country or two countries. Make up your minds. Fuck you.

Bulgaria - The best thing you've got going on is the yoghurt and even that isn't as good as the greek ones. Fuck you.

Croatia - Out of all the countries in Europe whose existence I had literally forgot about, this is the oldest and the largest. How do you trace your history back to the fucking antiquity and only barely seem to exist at all? Fuck you.

Cyprus - I actually had to google to check that Cyprus isn't just a part of Greece, but apparently you gained independence from the UK in 1960? How the fuck are you in Europe and get colonized by Europe. Fuck you.

Czech Republic - Your main export is utterly unpronounceable last names. There's a reason why you can't shouldn't be allowed to put five consonants in a row. Fuck you.

Denmark - Annoyingly smug golden retriever-ass mushy-faced fucks. If I pressed my open palm into a dane's face, it would ooze through my fingers because these mushy fucks don't have bones.

Estonia - The bitter, prettier and smarter sister to Finland who is passive-aggressively better at everything but still doesn't get the same attention. Finns show up to your shores to raid the booze stores, vomit on everything, and leave, and you just let them. Fuck you.

Finland - An entire nation of spoiled ivory tower whiners who just will not understand how good they have it. The entire country would die out by mass suicide if things ever got half as bad as they are in the rest of the world. Fuck you.

France - The only reason why the french aren't known as an equal mass of colonialist brutes as the brits are is the language barrier. They're just as stupid but you'll never know what they're thinking because they consider learning another language to be beneath them. Fuck you.

Georgia - The americans stole your name and put it on a state and you just fucking let them. Now we have to hear about their utter lack of understanding of geography every single time some shit happens at your borders. Fuck you.

Germany - I'm jewish. And looking at your involvement in Israel, I'm starting to think you people don't really even care that much whose side you're on, if there's a genocide happening anywhere, you just like to be included. Fuck you.

Greece - You have like 4000 years of recorded history verifying that you've spent that entire time thinking you're smarter and prettier than anyone else in the whole world. You specifically invented the word hubris to describe yourselves. Fuck you.

Hungary - I'm pretty sure that you guys are the reason why people think all of Europe is a backwards shithole. Fuck you.

Iceland - The only reason you people can dedicate all of your time in inbreeding ponies and people is because your climate is so miserable that nobody wants to move there. Fuck you.

Ireland - Your climate is just as wet and miserable as Iceland, but you still got colonized by the english. Fuck you.

Italy - I've never met an italian who was capable of doing anything in a punctual and organized way. Imagining a whole country being run by italians seems impossible. Like having 15 cats successfully operating a tank. Fuck you.

Kosovo - What the fuck even is the Balkans. You guys don't even have your own language. Fuck you.

Latvia - Like Estonia without any of the good parts. Fuck you.

Liechtenstein - This isn't even a real country, this is just the quarantine containment where Switzerland ships the people who are too annoying for Switzerland. Fuck you.

Lithuania - The most boring of the Baltics. Fuck you.

Luxembourg - There is no way this place is fucking real. The fuck do you mean your citizens are called luxembourgers. The fuck do you mean your official language is luxembourgish. What the fuck is any of this. Fuck you.

Malta - Same thing as Liechtenstein, but for all surrounding countries around the Mediterranean sea. Fuck you.

Moldova - How and why is there a tiny-ass country the size of my dick on the border of the Balkans. How does this exist. Fuck you.

Monaco - This isn't a real country, it's a french ploy for tax evasion. Fuck you.

Montenegro - Oh won't you look at that, another teeny tiny Balkan country. Montenegrin is the stupidest name I've ever heard for a language, that sounds like a comedy bit. Fuck you.

Netherlands - Fuck your weed and fuck your bicycles. Fuck you.

North Macedonia - This also feels like a country they just made up just to make the list of European countries longer. Fuck you.

Norway - Fuck your oil and fuck you.

Poland - Your main export is far right politics and porn-addicted communist furry femboys. Fuck you.

Portugal - Spain but a little bit to the left. The only way to tell the spanish and the portugese apart is by whether they get mad when you call them spanish. Fuck you.

Romania - Get your fucking shit together. Fuck you.

Russia - Fuck you.

San Marino - Italy has two stupid little city-states as pets. This one is the one I hate less because it only contains tax evaders.

Serbia - The only thing I know about Serbia is A Serbian Film. Fuck that film and fuck you for making me remember it.

Slovakia - The wettest, saddest slavs of all the slavs of Europe. Fuck you.

Slovenia - Slovene is the second-stupidest name I've ever heard for a language. Fuck you.

Spain - I have no idea how the fuck a people who are as disorganized as italians managed to also be as competent as france and britain at colonialism. Fuck you.

Sweden - As smug and mushy as danes and as inbred as icelanders. Fuck you.

Switzerland - You know what you did. And continue doing. Fuck you.

Ukraine - You wouldn't be in this fucking situation if you hadn't trusted Soviet Union's pinky promise to never invade. A russian's promise is not worth the oxygen it wastes. You guys are cool but nonetheless, fuck you.

United Kingdom - Fuck you smug bastards for everything.

Vatican City - Italy has two stupid little city-states as pets. This one is the one I hate more because it contains the pope. Fuck you.

[verita-lapalissiana]

i think we should totally reform the school system in italy. i have this huge complex vision but i know no one cares probably and i can't be bothered to explain in full but i think elementary school should be extended to include the last year of kindergarten as some sort of mandatory preschool year to learn the alphabet, arithmetics, get everything going a year earlier, keep the kids longer in school, include more laboratory activities, maybe even some hours dedicated to the local dialect or to a migratory language. i think by middle school everyone should at least learn basics of their local dialect and of a migratory language of their choosing.

religion should only be taught in elementary school, it should give a wide perspective on most religions and it should drop the "catholic" in the name. and then starting in middle school (which ideally would start two years earlier and last four years) it should be replaced by a broader subject, like social and civic education but like, as a full subject that could also be used for proper sexual education, and to teach antiracism and antisexism and antihomophobia and all those antis that are very much needed in today's society.

then the last year of middle school+first year of high school could become, like, some sort of preparatory gymnasium with a schedule that can be partially adjusted towards theoretical or practical subjects, depending on whether one is planning to attend a lyceum or a technical high school, and the following four years would be basically an extended version of what the triennium currently looks like in most high schools, although with a bunch of extra hours that can be personalised for laboratories and stuff like that.

also as someone who did classical lyceum, i think classical lyceum should either die forever or change in lots of ways, like adding a couple hours of philology or giving the ability to choose something other than greek, like quranic arabic, sanskrit, or old german/english/norse/whatever (latin would still be mandatory of course). also, lets make a couple new lyceums like theatrical or medical (<- this one would be pretty cool and automatically grant access to medicine/veterinary/dentistry so we can also get rid of that fucking stupid test d'ingresso). i dunno maybe im going crazy but if i ever become minister for education i would do something like this

[russellshaws]

Chenford + "Would you run away with me?"

Tim shuts his eyes, but keeps his hand on her hip, his thumb pressed into the curve of her waist. He exhales slowly, dragging his thumb over the curve once, twice, three times. "Where would we go?"

Lucy hums in thought and he knows he has a minute to regroup, then – she'll be considering locations for at least a minute.

He's not sure how they wound up here: her straddling his lap, her face close to his, her breath warm against his skin. They were supposed to be talking about how, exactly, to handle the whole work issue – they'd even gone as far as to start on opposite sides of the couch, but it's like they're made of magnets, or something.

This has happened three nights in a row, so he doesn't know why he's surprised, but...still. They should be talking, not...breathing, and touching, and taking each other in.

He's not going to stop them, but it's an observation just the same.

"Greece," she murmurs, after a long few moments, and Tim snaps back into himself with a soft laugh. "We could go to Greece."

"Oh, yeah?" He licks his lips, his eyes still closed as he feels her slide further into him, her torso pressed to his, her lips brushing over his left cheek. "You think I'd be a good travel companion?"

Lucy giggles and his throat goes tight, because the sound of it – all sweetness and sincerity as her breath grazes over his skin – is one of his new favorites. He's relishing in it, especially because he hasn't heard it all that often just yet. "I think you'd be too warm to wear a shirt most of the time," she shrugs, leaning her forehead against his as she hums, thinking. "I think you'd be fun to walk around some ruins with...and," she taps her fingers lightly against his bicep, the grin audible in her voice, "we'd both be on equal footing learning an entirely different alphabet, so you wouldn't get annoyed at me for knowing how to speak to the locals when you don't."

Tim barks out a laugh, wrapping his arm a bit tighter around her waist as he tips his head back, Lucy taking the opportunity to press her lips to the hollow of his throat. "You want to learn greek with me?"

She nods gently, nipping at his earlobe. "I want to learn all kinds of things with you. New language," she kisses a line down to his jaw, "new food," she presses a soft kiss to his chin, lifting her gaze to meet his, "new customs."

"Only you can make customs sound dirty," he mumbles, sliding a hand up her back and dipping it into her hair. He pulls her head back a bit, watching as she raises her brow at him in question. "What?"

"Why are you thinking so hard right now," she breathes, pressing a hand to his cheek, letting her thumb drag over his jaw. "Come to Greece with me, it's much nicer than wherever you are in that head of yours."

Tim swallows, searching her face for a long moment. We have to talk about this, he wants to say out loud, he tries to communicate with his eyes instead. We have to figure out what we're going to do before it bites us in the ass. He leans his cheek into her hand. "I'm just trying to figure things out."

Lucy traces her thumb over his lower lip. "Okay, well stop trying to figure everything out," she murmurs. "Just focus on now with me."

He lets out a low, raspy laugh. "Now, in Greece?"

Her mouth breaks into a grin as she leans into him, her lips ghosting against his. "Exactly," she murmurs, then kisses him lightly.

Tim swears he hears her mutter a very quiet, "opa," into his mouth before she traces her tongue along his lower lip and words go out the window.

[clockwork-stars]

"I am thinking about it, reading the bible" said I, the non christian queer young adult that was raised in Catholic schools, with Christian/catholic grandparents and yet never believed in anything

[specialagentlokitty]

Giles x teen!reader - a demigods fate

Part 5:

The rest of the week passed and you finished all your tests, and finally you got your scores back, so you made your way to the library.

Walking in, you made your way over to the librarian and handed the paper over.

“What’s this?”

“Guess I’m not being expelled, but apparently I know have to study with you every week, so that’s great fun.”

Giles unfolded the paper and he gave you a bright smile.

“This is wonderful (Y/N), I’m so proud of you.”

He handed it back over and you shook your head, waving your hand dismissively.

“Keep it I don’t care, can I have those books?”

“Oh.. oh yes of course they’re in my office.”

Giles made his way to his office, pinning your results to the board on the walk he grabbed the books you were after and brought them out.

Giles set them down and sat with you, watching as you picked one of them up.

“What exactly is it you’re looking for?” He asked.

“I’m hoping that one of these will have something about why my monsters want the hellmouth.”

“Still no word from the uh.. what do you call it?”

“The oracle, and nope, not a damn thing.”

Giles slid the jar over to you and you put a dollar in it.

“That wasn’t even a fucking swear word.”

“No, but that was, hence the dollar.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes as you went back to reading.

“Do you not have anything that may be able to tell you more?”

“Hermes is delivering all my books to me today, he’s dropping them off at my apartment then he’s bringing one of them here.”

Just as you said that the doors were opened, and the god walked over, handing you a book then some paperwork.

“Seriously?”

“Sorry kid, rules are rules, what do you even want with this?”

Taking the clipboard you signed it and handed it back over, waving your hand dismissively.

“Come on, I went through all that effort to bring to that here, can’t I know?”

“Not unless you have anything to tell me.”

He sighed, shaking his head.

“Sorry, still no word. I’ll let you know if there is any, Chiron said he would send me with any message since apparently any demigod that comes this way gets killed.”

“Now there is no need to bring that up.” Giles said sternly.

Hermes glanced at him, and Giles quickly looked away.

“It’s coming kid.”

With that he left and you looked at the book you were given before you held it out to Giles.

“What’s this?”

“It’ll help you translate Ancient Greek, I can’t always be your point of call, learn the language, could be helpful.”

He took the book, opening the first page to see the alphabet with the translations under it in English.

“This will help a lot, thank you.”

You leant back in your chair, closing your eyes as you tilting your head back.

Giles carried on going through the book, carefully reading through some of the pages. He was going to have to spend some time studying it but he was sure he would be able to read Ancient Greek in no time.

He closed the book, setting it aside, looking at the hellhounds that were exploring the library.

It had become customary at this point, but it still made him feel at edge slightly knowing one wrong move could be the very end for him.

You had explained everything to them, and he knew because of the mist nobody else could see them thankfully.

“You can pet Rig, he’s the most calm out of the trio.”

“Oh.. oh I see..” he mumbled.

He looked down at the hellhound who had walked over at the mention of his name and he gently touched Rigs head, scratching behind his ear.

“He’s cold.”

“The have no regulated heat like real dogs, hellhounds are created from the deepest, darkest depths of the underworld, shrouded with shadows which lets them travel with me.”

Giles could see the shadows moving around his hand, and when he moved his hand away it was gone.

“They walk through the shadows like you?”

You nodded.

“All three of them Oris, Rig and Titan.”

The three hounds sat in front of him, and he couldn’t tell them apart.

He narrowed his eyes, and looked between them.

“So, how do you know which is which?”

“Rig is the smallest, Oris is shrouded by the most shadows and Titan is the fastest.”

“So, what if they’re all sitting like this?”

You opened your eyes to looked at them.

“Just say their names, they understand you. They’re smart. They understand, and if they think it’s important they’ll listen

“Right I.. I see.”

Giles reached out to scratch their ears, and he looked at you.

“Will you be going to the bronze with the others later on? I think it will be good for you, a nice break if you will.”

“No, I’ve got things to do.”

“Hunting?”

You shrugged, closing your eyes again, leaning across the table so you could lay down, resting your head in your arms.

“Or research.”

“You really need to take a day off, you aced your tests, you’ve been fighting monsters nonstop with Buffy, or on your own. You should be a teenager, go.. go party or whatever it is the teenagers do now.”

The doors were opened and the trio came wondering in.

“Oh the puppies are back!” Willow gasped.

She rushed over, sitting behind them so she could let them all and hug them tightly.

Xander and Buffy sat down, looking through the books you had been reading.

“Some light reading before bed?” Buffy joked.

“Not for me, for (Y/N).” Giles said.

Buffy looked at you.

“Sleeping on the job again?” Xander asked.

“Let them sleep Xander, I think they’ve earned it.”

Giles covered you with his blazer, knowing it wouldn’t have much affect on you.

“We’ve been trying to figure out why the monsters keep coming for the hellmouth, (Y/N) had more books delivered. Have you come across anything else?” Giles asked Buffy.

She shook her head, leaning back in her chair.

“No, they’ve been killed all the Greek monsters so I can deal with the vampires.”

“They’re exhausting themselves.” Willow mumbled.

Giles sighed, nodding his head.

“I know but they won’t take a rest, there is no other demigods coming to help, all we have is (Y/N), and we need to help them.”

“How? They won’t let us get close enough to help.” Xander said.

“Well, we start with the hellmouth and what we know about it.”

They all began discussing what they knew about it, about the vampires and demons coming towards the town, and it all came down to power.

That was the same for the monsters, they wanted that power for something, they just weren’t making it clear what it was or why they wanted it.

It wasn’t like vampires or demons you couldn’t just ask, most of the monsters didn’t talk, and if they did they just went on about the hero and the killing the hero.

Willing looked up from where she was laid on the floor surrounded by the hounds.

“How do we even kill the monsters? All Buffy can do is run them off.”

“I believe it may have something to do with (Y/N)s sword, I don’t know exactly what it’s made off but I suspect there will be something in the books.”

Everybody turned to you.

“You three take them home.”

“We would but we don’t know where the live.”

“Ah.. yes.. right… Uhm..”

Giles looked around and he spotted Rig sitting there, head titled in what he could only describe as curiosity.

“Rig, help them take (Y/N).”

The hound barked, getting up with the other two, and they paced back and forth as they waited for the three teenagers to follow.

Xander picked you up, and Buffy tried to pry the blazer from your hand.

“Take it with you I’m sure I’ll get it back in no time.”

The hounds walked to the darkest corner of the room.

“We can’t.. we don’t have that kind of power..” willow mumbled.

Titan barked, walking around her, a circle of shadows at her feet, the the other two hounds did the same thing before walking to the shadows.

The teenagers followed the dogs, and they appeared in your apartment.

Xander set you down on the couch and they began to look around, but the hounds wouldn’t let them explore too much.

“Alright, we’ll go.” Buffy said.

They left your apartment and the hounds laid near you.

After about an hour, Rig got up walked through the shadows and back to the library, laying himself at the librarians feet.

“Hello, what are you doing here?”

Rig looked up before resting his head down again.

Giles turned his attention back to the book, mumbling to himself as he tried to work on the translations.

Sighing, he got up, stepping over the hound to make some tea, and the hound followed him.

“Why do you insist on following me?”

Titan had done the same thing, trailing behind the trio happily as Willow scratched his head.

“Why does it keep following us?” Xander asked.

“Maybe it’s something to do with the monsters, we should go back and talk to Giles, see what he knows.”

So that’s what they did, they made their way back to the library, walking in to see Giles trying to walk away from the hound.

“Oh you’ve got a follower too!” Willow giggled.

“Too? You guys have one?”

Willow pointed to the hellhound next to her.

“Any clue?” Xander asked.

Giles shook his head, sitting down.

“Not a single one, I had thought perhaps it had something to do with (Y/N) being in the library, but these two seem to be wondering in their own unless their under orders.”

“Orders?” Buffy asked.

“Well, they do belong to and answer to (Y/N). Either they were told to follow us, or they’ve decided to pass some time by stalking us.”

“Can’t you find something about them?” Buffy huffed.

“I’m not exactly ancient Greek Buffy, I’m still learning how to translate these texts I’m sorry.”

Titan and Rig looked up at the books, and they jumped on the table, sniffing around until Titan found the book and knocked it to the floor.

“Oh great, they have a mind of their own, we’re going to be killed by hellhounds.” Xander complained.

Giles looked down at the book on the floor.

“Not exactly, (Y/N) did say they were smart. I think I know why they’re here with us.”

He picked up up, setting it on the table next to the translation book and a notepad.

They all crowded around while he translated the page, which took a little longer than they were hoping for but finally it worked.

“Oh yes, it all makes sense now. The hellhounds are from the Greek Underworld, they are shrouded by the mist so nobody else sees them.” Giles said.

Everybody turned to the hounds.

“Aside from Buffy, the rest of us still can’t see through the most clearly, it will take some time. So, these two hellhounds are here to give us an early warning if something is there that we may not be able to see.”

“Well that’s great and all, but there’s three of us that can’t see through it properly and two hellhounds, explain the math here Giles.” Xander said nervously.

“Oh that’s true…”

Willow knelt down next to Trigger, scratching him behind the ear.

“Is there more if you? Because we.. we could really use another for me or Xander.”

Titan let out a loud bark that shook the room, and two more hellhounds appeared.

“Great, more. The hellhounds can summon more.” Buffy mocked.

One sat next to Xander while the other sat next to Buffy.

“Great, now we all get hellhounds isn’t that just adorable.” Xander said nervously.

“Well, now at least we all have a fair chance of knowing what is beyond sight.” Giles said.

“Well, what do we call these two?” Willow asked.

Giles walked over, crouching down in front of the two new hounds who were holding parchments in their mouths.

“Let’s see…”

He took one, and opened it, taking it to the book.

“Xander, yours is called Cyrus. Buffy yours is called Shadow. Very original.”

Shadow sat next to Buffy.

“So… do we have to feed them?” Buffy asked.

“Uhm… I don’t believe we do, apparently the hounds can eat if they want, but it isn’t necessary for their survival.” Giles replied.

They all sat down, the hellhounds laying at their feet.

“So, they just follow us?” Xander asked.

“Come on guys, I think it’s cute! I mean look at their little faces!” Willow gushed.

“They’re made of shadows.” Xander grimaced.

“But they’re so cute!”

“Children, now is not the time to be debating if hounds from the underworld are cute or not.”

Everybody turned to Buffy.

She looked down at Shadow.

“Though it is pretty adorable.” She mumbled.

“You three should go enjoy yourselves, remember nobody else can see them, so, you should have no issues with getting in anywhere or anybody questioning you about the hounds.”

“What about you?” Buffy asked.

“I will carry on with these books, see what I can learn, I’ll let you know if I find anything helpful.”

They nodded and left, and Giles gathered all the books so he could head home.

Sitting on his couch, he carried on going through the translation book you had given him whole Rig sat there staring at him.

Sighing, he set the book down.

“What is it?”

Rig titled his head.

“If anybody saw me talking to a hellhound I would most certainly be shipped away…”

Rig whined, flattening his ears, looking around.

“What is it Rig? Is there something out there?”

The hound stood up and so did Giles, the moment the man was on his feet the hellhound was on the couch, curled up in his spot.

“Oh for god sake..”

Oris looked at the door before looking back at you, resting his head on your stomach, whining a little as you moved, letting out small pained noises.

You shot up, sweat on your forehead, and you swung your legs off the couch, letting the hound rest his head in your lap so you could pet his head.

You looked at the blazer in your hand, and you folding it neatly, holding it out.

“Return it.”

Oris took it and ran off while you walked to your map, looked at the few new marks.

Walking to your kitchen, you got yourself a cup of water and leant on the counter, running a hand through your hair as your stomach grumbled.

You flicked through some takeout menus that you had, trying to find something interesting.

A respected demigod, feared, and you didn’t know how to cook a single thing.

You grabbed your jacket and your wallet as you left your apartment, going to find somewhere decent to eat at

[jkriordanverse]

✮ Maxine Liu hcs(2) ✮

she was a crayon eating child. In fact, that's how Max and Avery met. Max ate Avery's crayons and then bribed Avery back into becoming friends with a muffin. Or several. Or let her play "mom" when they're pretending to be a family. In Avery's defense, the muffin had chocolate filling.

Although Xander was a Greek Mythology nerd, Max's love and hyperfixations were all over the place. Like she could tell you the correct data and shipments of cheese throughout the years 1990- 2007 but she can't remember the correct day Independence Day lies on.

She takes subway surfer wayyyyyyy to seriously and get super super competitive in Mario Kart. The type of person who would probably take advantage of a loophole/bug in the game to win.

She's tried to make the Hawthornes more spice tolerant but so far it isn't working. Like she was absolutely horrified when she found out they were eating her native food but it didn't have the correct spice level. and also they did the rice wrong....

Sometimes she and Xander have 10 hour campaigns for D&D and they love it. Like they dress up and everything. THey even have a podcast for it and it's epic. Xander even put in some sound effects.

Sometimes when Max runs out of period products Xander goes to the store to buy them for her. Most of the time she comes along but when she doesn't, he panicks a lot because he doesn't know what to buy so he just kinda takes one of everything (Baymax situation yk?)

along with an array of chocolates and books. Although he usually shovess an entire shelf in his cart for these.

Sometimes Avery and her have secret meet-outs and cafes where they pretend to do something productive when really it's just them shit talking and judging the passerbys. Sometimes they try to make up a backstory too.

In fact, they even had a codeword in school where if one of them says it, they'll pretend one of them is sick and the other will volunteer to go with them, bc they're best friends yk?

They loved making codes when they were younger. Max even learned the elven (lotr) alphabet at one point to write notes and diaries without her mom knowing. Mrs. Liu, ofc, thought Max was in a cult.

Bonus (?):

If max and xander went to highschool together xander would be the type of guy to write and leave notes and love declarations on the school confession and Max would be the one to talk shit/start random rumors on the confession...

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[def-not-kaz-brekker]

INTRO BECAUSE I HAVENT DONE ONE

(Also pls sign petition to save shadow and bone!! Link)

My qpr radioapple hazbin fanfic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54764482/chapters/141651736#workskin

[please please please send me asks I love interacting with y’all I’m really sorry if I don’t answer right away but I love you for being here and I love you in general ok ask away]

Name: Andi

Pronouns: they/he (prefer they/them but not averse to masc pronouns)

Sexuality: complicated so let’s just say aromantic asexual (I would be honored to answer ur questions regarding aromanticism or asexuality as long as they aren’t hate ofc)

Age: wouldn’t you like to know weather boy

Fav color: probably like dark red and green and gold and silver (take ur pick tbh all those work)

Godly parent: Apollo

Hogwarts house: slytherin (technically ravenclaw but that test can go fuck itself)

Grisha order: Fabriktor (I’m a Durast)

Languages: Italian and English fluently, learning French and I’m pretty good at it, can sorta understand Spanish, not really German but kinda, like a song and a sentence in Japanese, one Latin song and an exorcism (I had a supernatural phase ok), the Ancient Greek alphabet (percy Jackson phase), a few words of Luxembourgish, did a bit of Indonesian and Chinese when I was in first grade so I know a few words there, and that’s about it

Fandoms: lots of musicals (mostly Phantom), hazbin hotel, gravity falls, helluva boss, grishaverse, Riordanverse, good omens, sandman tv show, our flag means death, the owl house, neon genesis evangelion, Harry Potter (but I do not support jk Rowling, I just like the marauders), Superwholock, keeper of the lost cities, others that I’m probably forgetting

Music taste: musicals, random shit idk mostly musicals

Side blogs: @freshavocado-croissants, @thechroniclesofdepression, @inej-ghafa-appreciation-posts

AO3: def_not_kaz_brekker

Pinterest account: https://pin.it/22TYpze

[confabcon]

2024 Programming & Dance Party

We can't believe the con is in less than two months! What even is time?? We have a few programming-related announcements for you today.

Thanks again to everyone who submitted programming for CONfab 2024, as well as to those of you who voted on what you want to see this year. The schedule will be released in early October, but for now we have a list of everything that you'll see at this year's CONfab below the cut, organized by programming type and alphabetical by current title. If the title doesn't make it clear what the programming is, we've provided a little context in [brackets]. Onto the list!

Panels Demystifying D&D Organization for Transformative Works: What We (really) Do and How to Get Involved Sex Writing Ultimate Screen Adaptation Tier List: Video Game Edition Your Fave Is Problematic [Loving a canon with a problematic creator]

Group Discussions A Parsec is a Unit of Distance; A Horse is Not a Bicycle [When canon gets facts totally wrong] Everything Old Is New Again [Old Fandoms] Fidget Toys for Fun and Mental Health If The Shoe Fits… [Disney's Descendents, Brandi's Cinderella (1997), Fairy Tale Retellings] Recent Book Recs RPG Trivia Hour Size Doesn't Matter: How to Hype a Small Fandom The Game is Afoot. Eh, Watson? [Fictional Detectives] The Jedi and other Force Cults [Star Wars] The Obligatory Incest Discussion The Shipping of Theseus [Greek Mythology Fandoms] The Things We DO For Blorbos [Odd skills and crafts you've learned for your fave] Two Vampires Walk Into A Church [Interview With the Vampire]

Workshops Fan Crafts: Embroidery Kandi Bracelet Workshop Let's Craft Together! Like My Coffee - CONfab Edition [Improv Gameshow] Piracy 101 Plushie Workshop: Rise of the Needles Speakeasy: Flashdrive Exchange Use Your Fave Garment to Make New Ones

Next up, our Saturday Night Dance Party! This year's theme is Star Studded. You don't have get dressed up, but you are welcome to use the theme as a jumping off point to plan a fun outfit or a costume. Or, just come in your pajamas; we don't mind. :D

You can register for CONfab 2024 and find details about the hotel on our website. We're looking forward to seeing you there.

[scrambledd3ggss]

ITS ME AGAIN! New intro post because I felt like it :)

Hello, my name is Ruby! Or Scrambled/egg, if you prefer. I mostly post about things I like on here, but sometimes I post more serious stuff.

My favorite books/series’

Percy Jackson and the Olympians/ the entire Riordanverse (still need to read Magnus Chase and the Kane Chronicles!)

A good girls guide to murder

The Land of Stories

Spy School (I really enjoy all of Stuart Gibbs’s books, but no one really posts about them :( ]

The song of Achilles

Circe

And my favorite series! Charlie Thorne by Stuart Gibbs

Heartstopper

The Outsiders

My favorite movies/shows

Heartstopper (again)

Nimona (just watched it and I’m currently reading it)

Across the spiderverse- I’m rewatching every marvel movie because there is a lot going on, I tried to watch Loki season 2 and I’m so lost-

Watcher (I’m gonna count them even if it’s a YouTube channel)

The Outsiders

Some fun facts

I love musicals! I am, in fact, a theater kid

I really enjoy mysteries and learning about real cases, I hope to be some sort of investigator

I love to draw! Im still learning and im not the best, but it’s still fun

I’m trying to learn ASL, but so far I only know the alphabet and a couple of basic phrases (like hello, please, etc.)

i absolutely love Greek mythology, it’s insane! Buttt that means I love EPIC the musical!

i like listening to podcasts like Crime Junkie and let’s talk about myths, baby!

This is a safe space, I won’t tolerate any racism, homophobia, ableism, and anything else along those lines. Love you guys! <3