#she found the mark of Athena

[valewritessss]

A lot of people like to say that because Annabeth doesn’t have any powers, she’s weak but I think the fact that she doesn’t have powers and has accomplished so much makes her the opposite

[gingermintpepper]

I think a lot about the depictions of Troilus' death that feature Achilles trying to prise him with a gift of doves instead of the immediate promise of death.

I've alluded to it before, but I tend to look at Achilles and Apollo as comparison cases - maybe not explicitly foils because I'm petty and that would imply that Achilles is narratively equal to Apollo and I don't want to give him that kind of honour even in a bit of casual analysis - but certainly as characters who gain a great deal of complexity when their actions are contextualised in context of each other's. The ambush of Troilus is just one of those funny little things that gets my mind a-whirring.

Because to me, Apollo's 'Troilus' so to speak is Kassandra. Kassandra, who Apollo coveted and wished to court. Kassandra, who was offered a great gift that would have undoubtedly forever marked her as one of Apollo's if she had accepted. Kassandra, who takes the gift but rejects the god and is cursed for her deception. Kassandra, whose curse makes her experience a thousand deaths over and over with no way of communicating such disaster to those around her.

The Achilles who falls in love with Troilus upon seeing his beauty and wishes to make a conquest of him is much the same to me. The biggest difference between Troilus and Kassandra though is that Troilus' rejection is much more physical. Those doves are nothing more than a symbol of the type of sacrifice Troilus would be; if he accepted them, he would die a docile death, sweet and quiet, a necessary casualty to turn the winds like Iphigenia. Except Achilles' love is nothing like Agamemnon's and it is nothing like Apollo's.

In the face of rejection, Achilles' instinct is to maim, it is to destroy. He was always going to kill Troilus - for the sake of the campaign, the boy had to die - but there was no dove's death, no quick and easy knife through the heart, no spit into an open mouth. Troilus' death is a brutal, drawn-out thing, a chase through the sand, a dragging that bruises his skin, a ripping of his hair, a violation of his flesh, a maiming of his corpse. As far as sacrifices go, it's an apalling one. None would dare to treat an animal set to be sacrificed before a god with that kind of brutality, sacrifices were meant to be blemishless and beautiful, something the gods would find appealing. Iphigenia was given away in her wedding finery, Kassandra was dressed as though to seduce a god. Troilus was a dove with his wings broken and his feathers pulled, whose death cries must've been like the terrible hollering of all birds when they try to alert their kind to a predator.

And as fucked as that is, I love it. It sets Achilles' love as this stormy, squallish thing that bleeds into his rage, it establishes that for him, love and wrath are but two sides of the same blade. Troilus was a necessary sacrifice, but he is in no way given even a modicum of the same dignity his contemporaries are and a part of me is just continually intrigued by this.

[snakesnifter]

im unsure how i feel about toa as a series so far but by god does riordans writing amuse me

[somewhereincairparavel]

Alright. I came across someone saying that Rick "put Jason in a pedestal" and "overhyped" him by emphasizing how good looking he is and that Jason shouldn't have been so attractive looking. (Tbf tho that person made it sound like they seemed more mad bc their least favourite character was considered good looking lol) but I'll yap about the significance here anyways. Beware of a very long yapping session below.

I do understand their frustration though, because jason getting told that he looks good all the time makes it seem very shallow and unfair to the others.

And let me tell you, Jason is SUPPOSED to be gorgeous looking in everyone's eyes. He is supposed to be conventionally handsome, Rick didn't intend for his looks to be "beauty is in the eyes of the beholder " or something like Percy's (like how Piper didn't find him as impressive) Percy's is supposed to be more authentic. Percy's character isnt centred in people idolizing him, everyone can acknowledge that he's handsome looking, but it isn't in a "perfect" type of way, he's a carefree spirit and that reflects on his looks. While Jason is hardwired as this ethereal looking hero in people's eyes that not even ONE can deny that he looks good, bc ppl in Rome had set him as the "standard". Jason said this before in the lost hero, that him being a son of Jupiter, makes him feel like the support he gets is only because his dad is a very regal and intimidating figure.

That's kind of the whole point, he's supposed to look like this perfect man who can do no wrong. His "Golden noble boy" arc is literally the whole concept of his character. Why else do you think rick wrote Aphrodite approving of Jason's looks saying that he needed no improvement (which she rarely does) ?

Because Jason is supposed to be put like a statue to admire and idolize, that's ALSO why rick made sure to add that Jason looks like a Roman sculpture, bc that's like a metaphor for his inner conflicts. The guy was put like an artifact for people to ogle at in camp Jupiter ever since he was a kid of 4. That's part of the tragedy.

Annabeth said it perfectly “Annabeth tried to hide it, but she still didn’t completely trust the guy. He acted too perfect - always following the rules, always doing the honorable thing. He even looked too perfect. In the back of her mind, she had a nagging thought. What if this is a trick and he betrayed us?” Mark of Athena, page 6.

His mother, whom he's supposed to look like, is also a literal world wide tv actress. So you can't expect anything less either.

Also, Jason is supposed to mirror Percy. And let's be real. Rick put Percy in a VERY high pedestal looks wise, aswell, Not just Jason. And that's okay.

Rick made Hazel mistake Percy for a literal god because he was just that good looking (tbf, in a way, when I was younger, I found this to be a little bit of an exaggeration, bro was covered in mud and seaweed and was compared to a god, it was rlly funny to a 10 year old me 😭 yeah but don't mind this though, this was just a younger me jealous that I couldn't be as pretty as Percy was in mud lol) If Percy can be "hyped" up so "unrealistically" in that particular situation then so can Jason. They are both literal half gods, so unrealistic praise is very normal) and rick also made sure to emphasize that almost all the teen characters had a crush on Percy. So apparently that isn't called putting a character in a pedestal but Jason's is? They are BOTH put in pedestals, because they're both heroes.

Jason and Percy are supposed to be equals, so both of them being in the top two when it comes to looks makes SENSE. Because people are supposed to argue about who is better looking, since they're written as foils.

You cannot expect rick to make Percy look like a god and Jason look like a rat 😭 then there's no point of having them as parallels if one has the upper hand in something. Rick did a good job by conveying that they are BOTH attractive, but in different ways. That's why the Percy/Jason looks debate always have mixed answers.

Jason getting complimented by Aphrodite, the GODDESS of beauty, for his looks and her saying that he didn't have anything to "fix" in his face BC it already looks gorgeous = Percy getting compared to a gorgeous Roman god by hazel. They are both equal comparisons in slightly different tones.

[kaciebello]

Strawberries with too many seeds

Masterlist Luke Castellan x Hades! reader (implied, fem) Percy Jackson x Hades! reader (platonic) Chris Rodriguez x Hades! reader (platonic) Summary: Percy might feel like he is messing up the whole demigod thing, but he sure feels like he has friends here. Warning: Insults( nothing mean, just banter), no use of y/n author note: English is not my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes beforehand. I wrote this while eating blue candy, had to get into the character somehow. Yes I know Chris is unclaimed, Luke calls him brother in a bromance way. Proofread by me and me only (Ｔ▽Ｔ) word count: 1,2k

Percy couldn't help it. He was still feeling down about the amount of times he messed up. He, Luke, and Chris were sitting down at the Hermes table. Chris babbling something about the goddess of failure. Percy wasn't paying attention. 

“Don't worry, we’ll find something you're good at.” Turns to him Luke with a tight lip smile. Then it spreads into a grin as his eyes shift to look behind Percy. He feels a person sitting down next to him with their food. He looks up and sees the Hades girl he met the other day.

“Hello, my little gremlins!” She says with a smile. Percy doesn't have time to react, well not before Chris does.

“Gremlins is crazy.” He says pointing his fork at her. She just chuckles and picks up her fork.

The older boys continue to eat. Percy looks at her a bit confused. From what he learned, claimed kids are supposed to eat at their parents' table. He found the system kinda of dumb, if he wanted to eat with Athena’s kids, he should be able to. Not that he had anyone particular in mind.

“Aren't you supposed to sit at your table?” He asks her confused. She stops in the middle of her bite. She looks at him for a second before returning to her food.

“No cabin, no table.” She says. Percy now remembers that she mentioned that her father does not have a throne on Olympus and, therefore no cabin. It makes sense not to have a table either. He thought he could hear Chris whisper ‘No face, no case’ before Luke slapped his brother on the back of his head. The girl just gives them a side eye and turns to Percy again.

“What are you drinking?” She motions to his drink.

“Cherry cola.” He says

“Why is it blue?”

“ Daamn girl, you can't judge a soda by its color!” Chris says, making a fake gasp and clutching his heart. She just rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Chris receives a slap on his shoulder from Luke.

“Ignore him, Percy.  Chris is just a moron.” She says with a smile.

“I am your brother-in-law to-be!” Defens Chris, leaning over the table to jab his finger in her shoulder. Percy notices a blush on Luke's face before he clears his throat and looks away for a second. The girl just shakes her head and pushes the boy away. An argument breaks out between those two. Percy could swear that he heard a few very creative insults. He looks at Luke who just shakes his head and continues to eat. Percy follows his lead. 

“Sweets, do you want my starberries?” Ask Luke, making the two stop fighting. They both turn to him. 

“Oh yes my darling, thank you.” Answers him Chris and reaches for the few strawberries Luke has set aside while eating. Luke just frowns at him slapping his hand away, pushing his plate to the girl. Chris whines and holds his hand in a very fake hurt-like state. The girl just shakes her head and pushes Luke's plate back. He just gives her a face with a giant question mark on it. She just looks at him dead in the eye.

“I don't think taking a fruit with many seeds from a man is something I should do.” She says and Luke's eyes widen. He gives the thought a second before rolling his eyes.

“I do not want to kidnap you into my secret hideout,” He says not looking into her eyes. 

“Aw, what a shame.” She says teasingly and Luke's head snaps to her. Chris and Percy just laugh.

“Shouldn’t Persephone’s kids worry about that more?” Asks Percy genuinely curious about what other superstitions should he be worried about. He knows that Annabeth does not like spiders because Athena cursed Arachne. Now this. 

“Great question! Let us ask my stepsiblings!” She says and jumps up. She looked around before sitting down.

“That's right, Persephone does not have mortal children.” She explains to Percy. He just lets out a little ah and goes back to eating. Well, more like pushing the food around his plate since he felt embarrassed.

“It's fine Percy, nobody expects you to know who has children and who does not. And it gets tricky when even the maiden goddesses have mortal children, Athena for example.” She says with a kind tone.

“You’ll get the hang of it.” Tells him, Luke, trying to cheer up the younger boy. Percy just nods at his older friends. He hopes to be as skilled as those two one day. The two look at each other with a warm smile. Percy could see the love in their eyes. His mom had the same look when she talked about his dad. He just hopes these two have a happier ending than them. A gaging sound can be heard from one of the chairs. All of them turn to look at Chris, who is pretending to vomit violently.

“ Nurse, please I am feeling a bit sick, all this sweetness makes me wanna puke,” Chris says, clutching to his stomach pretending to be sick.

“I will stuff gauze down your throat if you don't stop” She threatens, going back to their banter. Luke just shakes his head at them and turns to Percy.

“Come on, we need to throw the rest into the bonfire.” Says Luke and the other two get up without another word. Percy wants to ask why, but it is like he could read his face.

“Offering to the gods, they like the smell.” He manages to finish. Percy gives him another confused look so Chris clarifies.

“They like the smell of begging.” He stops and looks at the girl. “ Just as much as she likes the sound it.” He finishes, very proud of his jab. The girl just narrows her eyes and goes to stand in the line. Percy swears he could hear ‘I will bite your head off’ but it was mostly covered by the amused sound Crish made after.

“ Excuse them, Percy, they grew up together, got here together. They have always been like that. You should have seen them when they shared a cabin. It was a nightmare.” Lukes says and follows the two, Percy close behind him.

“Okay little praying mantis, Luke you must be careful. You never know, you might lose your head.” Turns to them Chris and throws the rest of the food to the fire.

“ Have you hurt your head?” She asks before shaking her head.” Why am I even asking, I heard you slam your head on the upper bunk bed the other night.” Chris stops in his tracks and narrows his eyes at her.

“ Why were you in the Hermes cabin?” He asks and she just shrugs and looks away. Percy could see that Luke had gone red once again.

“ I was with Luke, why else Einstein.” She says walking away from all of them. Chris is hot on her toes.  Luke just looks at his feet before placing his hand on Percy's shoulder making him follow those two.

“YOU HAVE A WHOLE ROOM!” Yells Chris making big hand gestures to the girl who looks bored with whatever he is saying. Luke patted his back.

“Welcome to the family kid.” He says before lightly jogging to the older campers and delivering a slap on the back of the head to his brother.

[aphroditelovesu]

Hi I have concept questions rate the yandere Greek gods, and who is most likely out of them with sexually assault or rape reader any gender I don’t know it came in my mind after I found out that Ares has never raped a women or man in my opinion that is a really shocking thing coming from the god of war I mean when comes to gods it’s a pretty good standard because I have read about so many sexual assaults in Greek mythology. for example obviously, Zeus is most likely going to force himself on reader he has done it many times and then the other one is Poseidon he did it with medusa if I remember correctly, so he is most likely to do it, and he has done it with other people and then Eros I don’t know why I just think he would do it and Apollo would do it and I actually thought Ares would would also sexually assault reader, but after finding out that he never did with anyone I don’t he would force himself on reader since he has never done it in Cannon fun fact, one of the sons of Poseidon raped his daughter and when Ares found out, he was furious and killed Poseidon son. Hades, this is another god I think he would not force himself on reader. But I’m not sure about Dionysus maybe he would and Hephaestus is another god who would force himself because he did it with Athena if I remember correctly. Aphrodite, maybe you would do it too. Hermes is another god I think he would do it too. What do you think can you Frank them from? Who is most likely to do it to who is least likely to do it and never do it at all.

tw: talk about rape/sexual harassment.

I would say the same ones you mentioned above.

Zeus and this one doesn't even need explanations. Poseidon, depending on the version, is said to have raped Medusa, but this is the Roman version and not the Greek, so it depends on which myth you prefer, but I think he would be able to force himself on the Reader.

Apollo would do it if he was rejected by his beloved, and he wouldn't even think he was doing anything wrong. Eros would also force himself on his darling if he was rejected in a very cruel way, then he would force them to be his.

Although there are no records of Ares forcing himself on anyone, as we are doing a headcanon and I don't work with canon but with the voices in my head, I would say that he could force himself on the Reader. And he wouldn't even need much for that, it can easily be motivated by jealousy, pure lust or just because he wants to mark the Reader as his.

Hephaestus... It's complicated, the reason he tried to abuse Athena is because of Poseidon, in a way. Poseidon became jealous of the closeness of Athena and Hephaestus and incited the god of forging to make unwanted advances on the goddess of wisdom, thinking that she liked him. He never actually raped her, it was more like harassment, but he came on her thighs and a child was born from that. Bizarre? Yes. Would he abuse his S/O? Look, it depends. I think that if Hephaestus was really consumed by obsession, by jealousy, he could force himself on his darling.

Hades would never force himself sexually on his darling. He can kidnap them (and he will), he can lock them up but he will never do anything against their will, sexually speaking. He doesn't want to be like his brothers and loathes it, so he would never touch the Reader without their consent.

Dionysus would do it too. He is delusional enough and the reason he would abuse his darling could be motivated by how delusional he is. The god would be so delusional that he wouldn't even realize that the Reader doesn't want to sleep with them.

Hermes would only do so if he wanted to dismantle power over his S/O. Like, he did that to them because he can, because they are his and that means he can take them wherever he wants and whenever he wants. A form of control and psychological torture, in a way.

I think Aphrodite would be the only one of the goddesses to abuse her darling, but for her, she would not be committing abuse but rather showing how much she loves them. And for her, the goddess of love, also the patron saint of prostitutes, what better way than to have sex with her darling? Even if it's not consensual.

[pigfacedbitch]

Falling In Love With Leo Valdez

summary : title speaks for itself. reader is a daughter of Poseidon. timeline is from the lost hero to mark of Athena.

word count : 0.7k

type : imagines

pairing/s involved : Leo Valdez x Reader, Brother! Percy Jackson x Reader

warning/s : dealing with a loved one's disappearance, depression, and coping

here is my masterlist!

Percy is the amazing older brother anyone could ever ask for. He made sure that you were thoroughly trained and well-oriented on what it means to be a demigod.

The only downside? He is extremely protective, especially when someone is romantically interested in you.

"PERCY!" You see the camper who flirted with you earlier got knocked off of his canoe and almost drowned in the lake.

"What? It wasn't me."

But his face says otherwise. He can be insufferable.

You love him dearly anyway.

So when he vanished that summer, you are a mess. Chiron had to monitor your every move because you might try to find Percy on your own.

Annabeth told you she received a word of where he is and assured you that everything will be okay. Instead she brought back three strangers with her.

One particularly caught your attention with his elf-like features and scrawny build. You found him... cute.

As expected, Leo flirted with you right away. How could he not? You are hot! 😍

"Hey there, cutie. Are you a goddess?"

"No. My name is (Y/N)."

"Leo Valdez but you can call me anything you want-"

"How about dead?" Annabeth cuts him off, giving him an icy glare. That was enough to shut him up.

Leo uses all of his time to be with you. He is so in love, it's almost sickening.

At first, it's just harmless flirting.

Then he notices the little things— you don't eat that much, easily space out in conversations, lethargic, and has always a forlorn look on your beautiful face.

You, on the other hand, have repressed your emotions to look 'strong'. Annabeth tries to be there for you but she is suffering too.

That's why you bawled your eyes out when Leo asks you about Percy one night.

After that, he swears to you that he will be there to help you cope and look for your brother as well.

He lessens the flirting, shifting to jokes and funny stories that make you laugh.

Disobeying the rules in the dining pavilion, he eats his meals with you on the Cabin 3 table.

You're the first person he brings in Bunker 9, letting you use the place for your own leisure. You often nap there.

Despite the instant attraction, trust gradually grows between you and Leo.

You weren't some silly crush anymore but someone Leo can confide in, and he to you.

Those who observe see that you are becoming lively again. Your smile is no longer forced, you're now eating well, and looking forward to training and games.

The moment you realize Leo wasn't just a friend was because of some jerks who think you were out of his league.

"Come on, man. She wouldn't date you."

You quickly walked up to them and kissed him in front of everyone.

To say Leo is surprised is an understatement. He almost blew up right then and there. That was his first kiss.

You had to pull him to your cabin to confess properly. Let's just say Leo had more than his first kiss that night. 👀

You two aren't officially dating yet, probably because of the war that's about to come.

However, you act like you do— displaying affections, acts of service, and most importantly, keeping each other alive.

There were no need to exchange I love yous, actions were more than enough. Though, Leo loves saying that to you whenever he can.

Annabeth knows Percy will likely kill Leo but if he makes you happy then why not?

Flashforward to Camp Jupiter, you walk to Reyna with Jason and the others. By the distance, you see Percy running towards you with his hands reaching out.

He engulfs you in a hug that you're sure will break your ribs.

"How come my little sister got smaller?"

"Shut up."

You both feel the heavy weight of worry on your shoulders disappear, Percy tigtening his hug on you if that was possible.

Even with the danger looming over all of your heads, you felt safe and content in Percy's arms. Everything seems perfect.

Now, there's only one problem...

How can you tell Percy that you're in love with Leo without the chances of drowning him to death?

[virtualflowerbatathlete]

okay @helpallthenamesaretakenblog

Here goes nothing. Happy pride month to my bisexual followers!

Bi!Percy

Percy used to honestly think he was gay for the longest time.

He never really saw bisexual representation on TV, except for an episode of Sex in the City that Gabe watched one time, where a bisexual man named Sean was a character. But the show was incredibly biphobic, with the women claiming that bisexuality "didn't exist," and that Sean was gay. Percy knew he was attracted to other boys in his class, so he just figured he was gay.

He never came out or even dated when he was young; he moved schools so frequently he didn't have time to date or sit down and properly figure out his sexuality beyond the fact that he felt attraction to boys.

It wasn't until Camp-Half Blood, (right around the time he met Annabeth) that he started re-examining his sexuality. Part of the reason it took Percy so long to realize he had a crush on Annabeth is because he thought it was't possible; he was gay!

When Annabeth kissed him, he finally fully realized that he was, in fact, attracted to both men and women. Learning about Apollo's bisexuality confirmed it for Percy.

He only came out to Sally and Annabeth; he didn't feel a particular need to come out to a lot of people, preferring to keep his sexuality private.

After TOA, when he saw how Nico coming out inspired a lot of young queer campers, he decided to start being more open about his bisexuality. He had first-hand experience with homophobia from Gabe, and decided that he was comfortable sharing his sexuality with Camp if it meant that more young campers would feel safe.

Bi!Annabeth

Annabeth took a lot longer to realize she was bisexual.

She'd had a small crush on Luke, then was infatuated with Percy since she was twelve. Percy was her best friend, and she didn't spend a ton of time around other girls, so she never properly got the chance to explore her sexuality, especially because she had been on the run since she was seven years old. It's hard to do proper self-reflection when you're constantly running from monsters.

Piper was her bisexual awakening, though she didn't realize it at the time. Piper comforted her a lot when Percy was missing, ad they had a classic "pre-sapphic-oh-my-god-this-female-friendship-is-super-intense" type of relationship.

Annabeth (as shown in Mark of Athena) found herself constantly admiring how pretty Piper was. Weird, right?

One time, Piper and Annabeth were keeping watch over the Argo II as it sailed, and Piper had leaned her head on Annabeth's shoulder. Annabeth was blushing the entire time, though she couldn't figure out why.

A few things led to the catalyst of her realizing she was bisexual. First, Percy coming out to her after Blood of Olympus. She did a lot of internet surfing about bisexuality. (Purely for research reasons!)

The main catalyst was when Piper broke up with Jason and started dating Shel. One of her best friends coming out as sapphic caused her to re-examine her own sexuality, and she concluded that she was bisexual as well. She told Percy, who was thrilled.

She started being more open about it at around the same time as Percy did. They now both play Smash or Pass on all the actors every time they watch a show together.

I love bi!Percabeth so much.

[thebaronsilver]

First of the bat, let me say this as a disclaimer. I love the og Percy Jackson series. Secondly, my fav character is Nico and then the Percy from the og series.

Do you know why I make this distinction? Because, Heroes of Olympus ruined Percy's basic characteristics.

Just think, this is the percy who was bullied in almost every school he attended (except, maybe, Goode). Even, camp half blood,till he came back from the first quest. This is the guy with so strong a sense of loyalty that he was willing to get into trouble with the teachers for Grover when they studied together, was willingly an outcast because he would rather be friends with the one guy everyone picked on and thus be bullied himself. He was pretty excited to have a brother once he got over the whole Cyclops thing, too. This is the same guy who spent all his free time looking for a runaway kid who said he hated him. Maybe it was out of misplaced guilt. Maybe it was due to the fact this guy big brothered everyone he could get away with. (Atleast, I felt like that.)

While we're on that issue. Was Nico right to blame Percy for Bianca's death? Absolutely, not. But he was also a grieving ten year old who just lost his only family (even though she had, in a way, already left him behind. But that's an entirely different rant on the Hunters as an institutions. Bianca was also a child, remember.). And considering that Nico changed his tune once he found the truth out and even helped Percy and the camp willingly afterwards, I like to think he more than made up for that mistake.

There's even a part where Percy refuses to burden Nico with the prophesy and claims it for himself. Considering that till then he was trying not to even think about it, I believe we can easily claim that Nico was in some ways important to Percy. Maybe not in the same way his Mom, Annabeth Or Grover was to him, but still an important person.

Then we have in the last Olympian, Percy using Nico as an example why Children of Hades shouldn't be treated as Pariahs. Because if not for him and the reinforcements his powers brought (not even counting the three whole deities he brought along) the casualties would have been higher. (It was Hades who locked Percy up. He even confirms that Nico hadn't had a clue. Nico in turn broke him out and got himself in trouble. Then in a turn of events, Percy starts to blame Nico for something that wasn't in his control. A reversal of roles so to speak. I had thought that it had been momentary anger on Percy's part, but apparently considering all the references to how Nico betrayed him in the HoO, it wasn't. He'd pushed it aside momentarily, it seems.)

Percy was not to blame for what happened to Nico in the original series. Life isn't fair and it just happened to be extra unfair to Nico. Even then Percy went out of his way to look after the kid, to make sure he had a safe space.

This is the Percy who I liked. The Son of Neptune only emphasised this. Even without his memories, he took Hazel and to a lesser extent Frank under his wings. He actually recognised Nico in a vague way. Not just Annabeth (which is something else I have beef with. What about his mother? Why didn't he remember Sally till a lot later and even then he didn't let her know he was safe till a lot later?)

Then comes the Mark of Athena. He apparently told so many horror stories to the 7 that there was a debate on whether or not they should save a 13 year old demigod, the brother to one of them, from a preventable death. This wasn't like the Titan war were demigods could be the enemy. Then why was there even a debate? It's like all that loyalty disappeared. This is the guy that was once bullied at every school he's attended. Doesn't he know the impact of telling tales when people aren't there to defend themselves? To tell the whole story? Then House of Hades. Every single person in that ship thought that Nico was spooky, creepy whatever and all that poor kid was doing was exist. He made himself scarce, barely spoke unless necessary and even then they were like ew, creepy. It's like Percy's personal loyalty became loyalty to just Annabeth. Fuck whatever happens to anyone else. It upsets me.

The later books ruined Percy as a character. And I will stand by this.

[f4ll-for-you]

The Way Things Go

Aegon Targaryen x Nanny Reader | Series Masterlist

word count: 4.9k

warnings: mentions of neglect, abandonment, family issues, alcohol, smutty mc smut at the end for all you hoes.

thank you as always to my amazing bestie @arcielee for beta reading and improving this, I love you endlessly.

Aegon’s life had been easy, doing what he wanted, when he wanted. 

He’d learnt to numb his feelings from a young age, drowning his thoughts and emotions in wine, spirits and drugs. 

Parties were Aegon's happy place, his sanctuary. Girls, drugs and booze all day and night. That was his life.

Or it was, until the 11th September three years ago. The day his daughter came into his life.

Alicent, although confused, shocked, and angry, was overjoyed to find the little bundle of joy abandoned at her doorstep with only a note.

“She's yours, Aegon, look after her, I can’t anymore. Her name is Athena.”

Predictably, Aegon had no idea who the mother was.

“Athena,” Alicent whimpered as a mixture of love, pain, and bewilderment settled in her stomach as she held the bundle in her arms.

“Fuck,” Aegon mumbled, unable to even look at her, his heart beating out of his chest, he felt like the world was closing in on him all at once.

Before Alicent could say another word, Aegon ran.

It took seven full days for Aegon to return; his crumpled form was found laying on doorstep by his younger brother Aemond.

“C’mon,” was all Aemond spoke before lifting his older brother to his feet. Aegon said nothing.

“C’mon,” was all Aemond spoke, his long frame leaned over to lift his older brother to his feet. Aegon said nothing. 

He brought him back and Aegon slept for hours, waking to the soft sounds of laughter in the room next to him. There was a tiny giggle, something unexpected that caused a flutter in his chest. He instead ignored it, moving to the bathroom instead.

Aegon washed away the remnants of his binge and dressed in cleaned clothes before his curiosity peaked, and he made his way to the room.

He was nervous, rooted at the door frame, peeking through. Helaena, Aemond, and his mother sat around in a circle on the plush carpet, enraptured by the little person crawling between them. She was still unsteady, showing that she’d barely learned to crawl. 

Aegon watched, silent. It was undeniable this was his daughter from the curve of her face and the beauty mark on her chin, to her wide eyes that took in everything and toothless grin when she saw him standing. She was pure and at the same time, untouched by his blood with her dark curls and eyes, something that was intimately his and still far apart from his father’s bloodline. 

“Aegon,” Helaena whispered so as not to startle him; he looked at her warily. “Come here,” she grinned, motioning with her hands. 

He awkwardly entered, unsure where to go until space was created for him to sit down, his gaze never leaving his daughter’s dark curls. She looked at him, a newfound curiosity by the new someone in the room, and she smiled, crawling with ambition towards him and throwing herself into his arms. 

Aegon felt his heart stop. 

“I think she knows who you are,” Alicent smiled, her eyes glassy. 

It took Aegon a year to get on his feet, immediately taking a job at his fathers company to ensure he could provide for both himself and his daughter. 

Upon his mother's insistence, they stayed at the manor. Alicent was happy to have them around; she felt proud of her first grandchild, not caring about the circumstances of where she came from, but instead relished in watching her grow, and seeing how Aegon was becoming into fatherhood.

After another year, Aegon had made enough to rent his own place, knowing his mother needed some well deserved time to herself. He chose a penthouse apartment in the city, closer to the office but near the parks that his daughter adored. 

He made sure to spend as much time with her as he could, but without Alicent’s help, he began to struggle. 

“Aegon, let me hire you a nanny,” his mother insisted. 

“No, I can do this, it’s fine,” he replied. He knew she was right, but admitting the harsh truth felt like failure. He’d made many mistakes in his life, his daughter's life, and happiness would not be one of them.

Aegon eventually agreed to the idea and it was another week of his mother and sister interviewing candidates before they could mutually agree on one. The list was simple enough: someone who would watch over Athena during the day while Aegon worked, between the hours of 8am each morning until 5pm each evening, Monday through Friday.  

You were terrified of the interview process, intimidated by the large apartment you entered. Alicent, the grandmother, and Helaena, who you initially believed to be the mother, seemed welcoming enough, with soft glances exchanged between as you shared about your experience raising your three younger siblings.  You were then introduced to Athena, who offered a toothy grin and took to you instantly, and while you played with her, her giggles and chatter began to fill your soul.

Helena, who you assumed was the child’s mother, introduced you to Athena, who took to you instantly. 

You played with her for half an hour, hearing her giggle and chatter filled your soul. By the time you left you were desperate for the position.

Within two days, you’d received confirmation that you’d got the job, jumping around your small apartment with excitement. 

For the first few months, you didn’t meet Athena’s father. Only speaking to Alicent, her grandmother, and Helena, who you’d learned was her aunt.The first couple of years, Alicent assisted with looking after Athena, wanting to make the most of her time with her young grandchild as well as the woman hired to watch over her. During this time, you had met Aegon once, maybe twice, but always in passing, not exchanging more than a few words at most.

When 5pm came around, once more as you cleared Athena’s dinner and prepared for the handover. Upon hearing the front door open, you looked up, only to be greeted with a tall, blonde haired man you’d never seen before. “Hi, can I help you?” You asked nervously, wondering how he’d got in the apartment with its strict security.

“Oh Y/N hi, I’m Aegon, Athena’s father,” he smiled and extended his arm to shake your hand. Upon hearing his name your face turned red, embarrassed that you’d not recognised your boss. 

“Oh, Aegon, I’m so sorry, nice to see you again,” you mumbled in response, shaking his hand gently, embarrassed that you’d managed to forget what your boss looked like. 

Since that awkward encounter, you’d tried to avoid Aegon, embarrassment filled your system every time you saw him.

However, much to your annoyance Aegon had begun working from home. He’d often have lunch with Athena, leaving you to make awkward small talk as you made and tidied away each meal. Aegon noticed how uncomfortable you seemed. 

“I’m sorry for changing your routine,” he spoke quietly, helping you dry up the plates you’d just washed.

“Don’t worry about it, she clearly enjoys having you around more,” you smile looking back at little Athena playing with her toys at the table. 

A moment of sadness passes over Aegon’s face with her words, realising what they implied. 

“No, sorry, that’s not what I meant,” you looked down, cursing yourself, Athena oblivious to the whole conversation.

“I know,” Aegon sighed and half smiled, “I do as much as I can, but someone’s still got to pay for this place,” he joked, coming back to his usual self once more.

It didn’t take long for Aegon to make his way back into his study, shutting the world out for another few hours while he worked.

The next week, you woke up to several missed calls from Aegon; immediately you called him back, heart pattering frantically in your chest, your brain filled with all the terrible things that could’ve happened in one night away. 

“Aegon–“ you spoke, panicked.

“Y/N, sorry to ring you so early but I don’t think you should come today, Athena and I are sick,” he mumbled breathlessly.

You enjoyed a moment of relief before you replied, insisting that you were coming anyway and that Athena and Aegon needed adequate care. From Aegon's voice you could tell he wasn’t in a fit state to care for himself, let alone a toddler, so you made your way over to his apartment, ignoring his pleas for you to stay away.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be here,” Aegon grumbled without looking at you from his place on the sofa. You’d let yourself in so he wouldn’t have to get up.

They were laying on the large L shaped sofa, Athena laying with her head on Aegon's chest. You walked over and placed your hand on her forehead as she slept. “She’s burning up,” you commented worriedly.

“I know, her temperature has been 40 degrees since last night, barely slept, bless her,” Aegon looked down anxiously, stroking his daughter's hair.

“You should’ve called me back, I could’ve helped,” you spoke softly, taking the abandoned water glasses and making your way to the kitchen. Aegon just shook his head, you were too kind for your own good.

Despite the awkward introduction, you had grown accustomed to him working from home. You appreciated the presence of an adult and looked forward to the shared lunches, growing more comfortable around Aegon and sharing about your lives; you learned quickly that he was easy to talk with.

You grabbed more water and began making a hot lemon tea for his throat. As the kettle boiled, you grabbed a cold flannel for Athena to reduce her temperature. 

“You should get some sleep. I’m here, I’ll watch her,” you spoke reassuringly to Aegon as you handed him the cup of warm liquid. 

You watched him pause, reluctant to leave his daughter alone when she needed him. “You can’t look after her while you’re in his state,” you commended, gesturing to his red nose and dark eyes. Aegon nodded, attempting a smile of gratitude before standing up, moving Athena off his lap gently. 

“Thank you, I’ll only be an hour,” he relented as he made his way back to his bedroom. You couldn’t help but admire how cute he looked in his plaid pyjama pants and t-shirt.

Aegon's sleepy head resurfaced much more than an hour later, feeling slightly better than he had that morning. He found Athena snuggled up on your lap, asleep once more, cold and flu medicine sitting next to the pair of you on the side table. 

As Aegon moved closer, he noticed how pale you’d become. He mentally cursed himself for letting you come over. 

“You alright?” He asked as you turned to look at him.

“Yeah, she woke up for a bit and we watched cartoons. I managed to get her to eat something, now she’s sleeping again.” You tried not to wince as you felt pain in your throat, not wanting Aegon to know you were likely coming down with the same illness.

“Let me take over,” Aegon spoke as he sat down next to the pair, pressing the back of his hand over his daughter's forehead to check her temperature. 

“No, you’re sick, you need to focus on you getting better,” you protest immediately. 

“Y/N,” he spoke firmly in response, “I can tell you’re feeling just as bad.”

“I’m fine Aegon, this is my job,” you deflect, not meaning to have such an annoyed tone with your boss.

“Then let’s at least do it together, and if you feel any worse, let me know and I’ll call you an Uber,” he conceded.

Within the hour, all three of you were asleep on the couch. 

Aegon woke up not much later to you having a coughing fit. He immediately moved his daughter gently to the other side of the couch and began patting your back; his yes frantically searching for the glass of water he’d brought over earlier. 

After a few moments you finally stopped, breathing heavily and feeling light headed. “Thanks,” you wheezed, sipping the water slowly. “What time is it?” 

“It’s almost 8 in the evening,” Aegon replied. He really didn’t want you to leave tonight, especially not in this state. He couldn’t stop the guilt in his chest feeling like this whole situation was his fault. 

Before you could reply, a heavy dizziness fell over you and you’d realise you hadn’t eaten since breakfast. You had been too busy focusing on Athena and Aegon, and your appetite had disappeared once you started to feel unwell.

“Aeg-“ you mumbled, your vision completely blurred now as you began to feel sick. 

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Aegon asked in a panic, kneeling in front of you. 

“Daddy what’s wrong with Y/N, she looks funny,” Athena spoke in a tiny, worried voice. 

You were barely responding, slumped on the couch. Aegon did his best not to show his panicked face to Athena.

“Y/N’s just really tired, why don’t we let her have a sleepover?” Aegon lifted you up gently as you rested your arm over his shoulders.

“Can you walk?” He whispered, you nodded weakly.

Aegon took you to his bedroom, placing you gently onto the bed as you laid there, face as pale as the walls that surrounded you.

“I’m gonna make you some toast, I’ll be back” Aegon spoke hurriedly after getting you comfortable. You nodded vaguely in response.

“Athena, can you get yourself into bed while Daddy makes Y/N some food. I think she’s come down with our cold,” he spoke to his daughter who nodded. She seemed to have much more energy after sleeping all day. 

Aegon arrived back into your room holding a cup of tea and plain toast. He sat in front of you as you leant towards him, the dizziness taking over once more.

“Hey, try eating this,” he spoke softly as he held the toast up to your mouth, noticing you could barely move your arms to do it yourself.

You managed a few bites and started to feel more human again. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I’m meant to be the one helping you.”

“Well we’re friends aren’t we?” Aegon spoke smiling.

His words caused your heart to flutter, your cheeks tinting red.

“Oh, you’ve got some colour back, that’s good,” he commented, not realising it was him making you blush. “You’re not going home tonight, you can stay here and I’ll sleep on the couch.”

As much as you tried to protest, Aegon was having none of it, and eventually, you relented.

It had been a few days since you’d stayed at Aegon’s; Athena was full of joy to find you still there at breakfast the next morning. You emerged in the t-shirt and joggers Aegon had given you, still feeling exhausted.

Aegon called you and Uber and instructed you to rest for a couple of days and for once you listened. 

Friday evenings in the Targaryen household always consisted of a large family dinner. It was Alicent’s tradition she’d created as soon as her first child flew the nest. 

“Grandmother!” Athena shouted, running into Alicent’s arms as soon as she entered the manor. 

“My darling, how are you?” She smiled warmly and hugged her grandchild.

After a few pleasantries and catch ups, the family sat around the large dining table, the servants plating up their dishes as the family chatter filled the room.

Athena insisted on sitting next to her grandmother, loving the adoring attention she gave. “How has your week been my sweet?” she asked softly, placing the napkin on the small child's lap.

“We were poorly but Daddy and I are much better now, so is Y/N,” Athena spoke while playing with her cutlery.

“Oh, your father didn’t mention Y/N was unwell too,” Alicent replied, confused.

“Yes, it was good though because Daddy looked after her and we had a sleepover,” Athena giggled.

“Really? That must have been fun, was Y/N looking after you in your room?” Alicent questioned, as Aegon caught on to what they were discussing.

“No Y/N slept in Daddy’s room–” Athena continued before Aegon promptly interrupted.

“I slept on the couch, she was sick, she couldn’t get home,” he hurriedly confirmed with rosy cheeks.

“I’m glad you looked after her, Y/N is family now.” Alicent replied smiling knowingly. She’d always hoped something would blossom between the pair, having known Y/N for many years now she’d always secretly hoped she would become something more than Athena’s nanny one day. 

Aegon’s blush deepened, knowing his mother had caught him out as he glared at Athena. She giggled at her father’s expression; you could tell she was Aegon's daughter, always one for mischief.

“So, what's this I hear about Y/N staying over,” Aemond whispered next to Aegon, his smirk winding him up.

“Shut up, she was sick, I helped, end of,” Aegon muttered.

“Your face says otherwise, brother,” Aemond commented quietly.

“Fuck off,” Aegon whispered under his breath, careful not to let Athena, or worse, his mother, hear his language.

“Bye Grandmother!” Athena shouted, running out onto the large driveway that was bathed in an orange sunset.

“Aegon, before you go,” Alicent spoke, placing her hand on her son's shoulder. “We’re having an event this weekend. I’d like Y/N to come, not for Athena, just as family.”

“Um, I’ll ask,” Aegon spoke, not making eye contact.

“I’ll know if you don’t,'' Alicent shouted as Aegon walked down the steps, trying to get away from his mother’s meddling as quickly as possible.

Friday night came around much quicker than Aegon had anticipated, and predictably, he had still neglected to ask Y/N to his mothers event. Part of him wanted her there, he always felt calmer with her around, and he knew how loathsome his mother’s parties could be, or ‘events’ as she called them.

He walked into the kitchen while you were making lunch for Athena, concentrating on cutting up some vegetables. Oh how he wished you’d never leave, that you were permanently here as his other half. He blushed at his own uncontrolled thoughts, shaking them out of his head. 

“Ahh,” you shrieked, turning around to see Aegon, throwing the freshly cut vegetables on the floor. “Aegon! You scared me!”

“Fuck, sorry!” he spoke, running around the kitchen island to help you pick up what you’d dropped. 

You suddenly found him close to you, his head looking around the floor frantically picking up bits of cucumber and carrot. When he looked up, his lips were inches from yours, so close you could feel his minty breath. You could help but flick your eyes to his lips as he did the same. You wanted him to kiss you there and then. 

“Sorry, it's my fault,” you mumbled, pulling yourself out of your thoughts and trying to hide your reddening face.

“No–” Aegon began before hearing the ringtone of his iPhone. He saw his mother’s name flash up on the screen, knowing it would be another call regarding the invitation.

“Do you need to get that?” you asked, looking at his frozen expression.

“No, uh, it's just about this event my mother has planned for tomorrow, she's asked if you would come.”

“Oh, of course, for Athena?” You question, it wasn’t uncommon for you to assist with looking after Aegon's daughter at family events, but you hadn’t been asked since she was a baby.

“No, actually, she wants you there as family,” Aegon spoke awkwardly.

You looked down and smiled; you’d always loved Alicent, after spending a lot of time with her when you’d first got the job you became close. “I’d love to, will you be going?” 

“Unfortunately, yes,” Aegon smiled jokingly.

“Oh come on, there will be endless champagne, what's not to love!” And you both giggled.

You’d agreed that the pair of you would share an Uber to the manor, not wanting to walk into the lion's den on your own. Although you loved Alicent, you knew their family friends were not always easy people to get along with, and often looked down on you for your job and lack of social status.

It had taken you hours to get ready, ensuring your makeup was perfect and dress seamless. You had to look perfect for a Targaryen event, and for Aegon. 

Athena ran up to you as you entered the apartment with your own key, her own grin making you smile. “Y/N you look beautiful! Daddy, come and look at how beautiful Y/N looks!” she shouted through the apartment. 

“Just a minute, angel,” he shouted back. Aegon had also been taking his time getting ready, he felt determined to show you he wasn’t just a workaholic single dad, he could have fun too. Upon thinking that, he then realised that's exactly what a single workaholic dad would say and spiralled into embarrassment once more.

He walked out of his bedroom in frustration, holding his tie at each end. “Wow,” he said without thinking, you looked perfect. 

You’d chosen to wear a long dark green dress with a slit going halfway up your thigh, your hair flowing down your shoulders with silver heels peeking out underneath.

“Not too bad yourself,” you laughed in response to his reaction, trying to prevent a blush forming on your cheeks and failing. “Need a hand?” you motioned to his tie.

“Please.”

You giggled and walked over to him, Athena bounding around beside the pair of you. “Can you hold this for me sweets?” you asked Athena, handing her your silver clutch bag. She nodded quickly in agreement, whispering something that sounded like ‘sparkly.’

“Thanks,” Aegon spoke, his mahogany vanilla cologne drawing you in, making you feel intoxicated by his presence. Fuck, you thought, how were you ever going to keep yourself together tonight when all you wanted to do was kiss his perfect lips.

“There you go,” you smiled as he stared into your eyes, looking as if he was about to lean in.

The door opened moments later, startling you both. “Just me!” Helena shouted, closing the door behind her.

Both of you jumped, quickly pulling away causing you to almost fall over Athena. 

“Remind me again why you got out of this and I didn’t,” Aegon asked his sister grumpily.

“Because I don’t skip half of the family dinners like you do Aegon,” Helena retorted, running over to Athena for a cuddle.

Athena smiled at her Aunt and hugged her back whispering, “Y/N looks really pretty.”

“She does, doesn’t she,” Helena whispered back, smiling. “Off you go, don’t want to keep mother waiting, and I think I passed your Uber on the way up.”

Aegon pouted like a child as you dragged him towards the door, both of you giggling as you walked down the stairs; Aegon offered to hold your hand to assist you with your incredibly high heels.

The pair of you walked into the entrance hall filled with people. Aegon immediately flagged down the nearest waiter and picked up two glasses of champagne. “We’ll need this.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, clinking glasses.

“I should thank your mother,” you spoke as Aegon sighed. “Then the pleasantries are done and we can get drunk,” you reasoned, making Aegon smile.

“Alicent!” You spoke as you spotted her with Aemond. 

“Y/N, you came! I was so worried Aegon wouldn’t invite you,” she beamed, making sure to glare at Aegon momentarily for inviting you at such late notice.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you smiled back, hugging her.

“I’ve missed you so much. We must have you over more, like the old days,” Alicent began waffling to you as Aegon looked more and more bored.

After twenty minutes of chatting, Aegon began to grumble. “What's the point in asking me to invite her mother if you’re going to keep her the whole time.”

“Oh hush Aegon, it's not attractive to be jealous,” Alicent remarked, causing Aegon to look down as he blushed.

“Looks like you need a top up anyway,” Aemond commented looking at your champagne glass, you gave him a grateful look. You enjoyed talking to Alicent, but if you were going to survive the night you really needed another drink.

“Lets go,” Aegon swooped in, placing his arm around your shoulder, taking you off to the bar.

“I know your game, mother,” Aemond commented, smirking. 

“I don't know what you mean” she smiled, watching as Aegon and Y/N walked away together.

By nine, Y/N and Aegon were ten glasses of champagne down and heavily tipsy. They’d left the party half an hour ago and escaped to the gardens, tired of old white men asking awkward questions.

“I’m really grateful for you, you know,” Aegon spoke, his thoughts spilling out of him in his alcohol induced state.

“I should be the grateful one, you gave me this job.”

“I couldn’t raise her without you,” he looked up into your eyes, placing a hand on your cheek.

You felt hot as his scent surrounded you, placing your hand on his leg. Your better judgement long gone as you both leaned in, your lips meeting in a long, passionate kiss.

Aegon bought his other hand up to your face and gently bit down on your lower lip, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you fought for dominance. You moaned gently causing his pants to tighten.

You pulled away, both grinning, “I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he spoke, breathless.

“Me too.”

Aegon stood up, holding his hand out as he led you into the pool house.

It took all of about 5 seconds to have you up against the wall, his lips attacking yours once more as you both moaned heavily, the alcohol in your system only making you want each other more. 

His hand moved slowly down your body, between your legs, sliding his fingers over your centre. He slowly moved his head down, kissing delicately down to your breasts, snaking his hand behind your dress and unlacing the ribbons. 

You moved your hands into Aegon’s hair, moaning his name louder and louder as his own hand moved between your legs. His finger curled into you, gently moving in and out, and he growled against your skin when he felt the wetness of your centre.

He entered another finger, making you squirm a little, not used to the intense feeling. "Shhh, I'm just preparing you," he whispered into your ear, only turning you on more. Panting between each kiss, Aegon pulled away, your dress now falling off your shoulders and easy to pull off, focusing every moment on your pleasure. 

He knelt down between your legs and gently kissed each thigh. "Please," you begged breathlessly, knowing what he was about to do. 

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that love," he teased. 

"Please Aegon," you moaned, desperate for him to do something, to come undone on his tongue. He began to kitten lick your clit as you pushed yourself further up towards him, your arms barely able to hold you up on the table. 

"Someone's needy," he said, his cocky tone vibrating against you, making both of you moan, his face still buried in between your legs. 

Noticing you were getting close to your release, Aegon pulled himself away, moving himself up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his warm lips. 

He undid his own trousers, positioning himself, ready to take you, to feel all of you. He knew he should be gentle, but he didn't want to be. 

Aegon pushed himself into you, giving you a moment to adjust to his size before moving, grunting at the glorious feeling of your spongy walls taking him perfectly. "Fuck, so fucking tight," he moaned into your neck, kissing you roughly now, his animalistic desires taking over. 

You moaned into his ear, making him moan in return, he couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be deeper. He pushed you back into the hard wooden table, lifting one of your legs up towards your chest, gaining further access, panting and moaning.

His hand reached down between your legs getting you to your own high, "Aeg–” you moaned, the pressure of his rough thumb rubbing circles onto your clit and the feeling of him pulsing inside of you pushing you over the edge. 

"Fuck, I'm close," he moaned, kissing you, his tongue making its way into your mouth once more. After a few more strokes, he released himself inside of you, the feeling of you clenching around his length driving him crazy. 

Aegon looked up at you, your eyes heavy from your recent high, enjoying the visible pleasure he had just provided you. You both stayed in silence for a moment, panting, smiling. “That was–“ you began, “incredible” he finished the sentence for you. 

After regaining composure, you pulled your dress back on, looking slightly dishevelled. “Home?” Aegon asked as you nodded grinning in response.

Before you walked towards the house, Aegon sent a quick text. 

Shithead brother: Fancy looking after Athena for the night? 

Helena (Sister): I owe mother £20, ffs.

Shithead brother: I’ll take that as a yes.

“Hel’s with Athena for the night,” he said smiling.

“We can continue at my place,” you giggled as he took your hand in his.

The pair of you walked back into the manor receiving shocked looks from the guests. Your appearance giving away your recent activities. Aegon merely smirked and squeezed your hand tighter.

Alicent looked half embarrassed, half pleased, watching the pair of you walk out hand in hand, excited to finally have you as a daughter.

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Drabble: Call Of Duty- Body Talk

How might they react to finding out you don't like a part of your body?

John Price Bravo

"Do you think I'm pretty anymore?" You ask your husband of ten years. Price nearly scoffs at you, but when he looks up through your standing mirror, the look on your gives it all away. He can see the sadness behind your eyes and how you look at yourself with disgust in the mirror. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, love." He says, standing up to around the bedroom and standing behind you.

There's a bit more pudgness on your thighs, tummy, and even your arms, but you forget you've had two kids, and that comes with it. It also happens with simply aging. "But I don't feel pretty anymore, John. I feel disgusting, and I hate the way my body has become, and no amount of working out or eating right seems to fix it." Your voice is cracking, and Price knows the tears are coming. "Love, you're beautiful. Every day I look at you and wonder how the fuck I managed to be so damn lucky. I don't care about anything other than loving you and our kids." He says it, and he means it with all of his heart.

You let go of a large, heavy sigh. He wraps his arms around you. Your skin is cold in contrast to his warm hands and arms. "Anyways, it gives me more to hold to when I'm makin' love to you, baby," he says with a kiss on your cheek. You giggle finally, the happy noise filtering through the room. "You come here, and let me show you how much I love your body for you?" Price asks, looking at you through the mirror. You'll never be able to deny him.

Simon Riley Ghost

You never break, not in front of your teammates. Never show your true feelings until you are behind closed doors. This time, it had just been too much. In the field, you had been trying to get a family out of Hassan's territory. They had nothing to do with the bullshit going on. Your heart broke when the little girl walked out without her parents or siblings. You had picked her up in a fell swoop and taken her with you. You aren't sure how the hell she managed to escape the fire and collapsing house with nothing less than a mark on her face. She had held onto you for the entire ride back, and it wasn't until you got back to the hideout that you had to give her off to the medic.

Ghost had been watching you the entire time. Your sniffes didn't go unheard by him, so he watched longer. How you nearly ran off to bunks when you had to give the poor girl off to the medic. That's where he found you, in the bunk room, crying your heart out. The knock was not heard, and neither were his footsteps. "Athena," Your sniffles stopped, "yeah, how's the girl?" You ask, "That girl is fine, but how are you?" He asked. The worry was in his voice, and it was directed towards you. "I'm okay." You say, stuffing your emotions back in your chest. "You don't seem like it, love. You seem like you're falling apart." He countered. "I'm just, there's only so much I can do, but the weight is sometimes too much to bear. That girl has no family now. None at all because we… I wasn't able to get there in time." You say your hands on your head.

The silence is hard to tell, but then Ghost speaks. "Here's what you don't know: that girl is alive. Yes, she might not have parents, and she'll go into foster care, but she's alive. All because you grabbed her and pulled her from the fire. That counts for something, Athena." Ghost said as he sat down next to you. "you're allowed to break down; this is a physically and mentally-wearing job, so I'm offering you something. A shoulder to lean on. To cry on, to laugh on, to forget on. Whatever you need." "Thank you, Ghost." You say, "Call me Simon, now let's go check up on that kid, yeah?" He says, reaching out his gloved hand to take

John McTavish Soap

You had literally searched all over the internet about how to get rid of pregnancy stretch marks. The marks at the bottom of your belly where killing you to look at. Not the mention all the other shit you were now dealing with after your pregnancy. The milk pump sometimes worked, and other times it just didn't, which caused you significant discomfort, and then the massive fucking put-together pad you had to wear for the next two weeks. You just felt disgusting, so this added thing was just not needed.

The knock on the bathroom door made you shriek. "Shit, love, I didn't mean to scare you. Just wanted to tell you that baby girl is down." Johnny says as he enters the bathroom. Your hair is wet, and you only wear a pair of panties and a sports bra. Staring at yourself in the mirror. "Love, where are you at right?" The concern is clear in his words. "You can't help but crumble at your husband's soft Scottish accent. "I'm not… my body…" "What about your body?" He asks, obviously worried about you. "I don't like it anymore." His brows furrow together. "What do you mean?" "I'm ugly now, and these fucking stretch marks, and let's not add the other shit on top of it." "Hang on a minute now, sweetness." He says, moving to look in the mirror with you but you look away.

"You grew a whole human being in your body for the last nine months. You grew a fuckin' life. You are the most wonderful thing that happened to me, along with baby girl. I know you're not liking your body right now, but I'm telling you right now, you're still just as beautiful as you were the day I met you as you are now." "But…" "But nothing. You are the mother to our daughter, and I won't have you thinking poorly of yourself." Johnny smiles as he takes your hands together and rubs your ring with his thumb. "Together?" He asks, "Together," You responded.

Köing

"Fuck Liebling, you might be the death of me," Köing says as he shifts on the bed, making room for you to lie down next to him. You were up, grabbing two glasses of water for the both of you. Padding around in a pair of Köings boxers from the drawers and his t-shirt. Nothing was more a beautiful site than you right now in front of him. "Here you go." You stand, handing the glass of water off to him. The afterglow of sex sticking to your body still. He takes it graciously from your hand and rests it on his side table before pulling back the covers and waiting for your return to the bed.

It's hours later; while he's rubbing random shapes into your thighs, he feels something. At first, it doesn't concern him, but then he realizes what they are. Straight-cut lines work themselves up your thigh. How he had never noticed before blew his mind and the thoughts of what the small lines meant. You aren't asleep. Instead, you are catching up on your most recently purchased book. Köing couldn't help himself. "what are these?" He asks. "What is love?" You request not understanding where this line of questioning is going. "These marks on your leg. I can feel them." He says, rubbing gently.

You aren't shy about it. You've had them for years. You ensured they weren't in a spot where someone like your parents could see them. So your thigh was the best place. You bookmark your book before setting it down and pulling the covers off your legs. Köing moves his hand, and you start to explain. "I had really, like, horrible depression when I was a teenager. My family didn't really believe in medication or anything like that, so I didn't know what else to do. Sounds shitty now that I say it out loud since it was so long ago. But that was self-harm because I had no other outlet." You tell Köing, who's eagerly listening to you. "And you haven't done it since?" His words hold concern. "Don't worry about me, baby; I've got my meds, therapist, and you. I'm all good now." You say, trying to push away the sad thoughts that are trailing through your boyfriend's head.

"Don't worry, Schatz, I'll fuck the depression right out of you the next time. No need to cut up this beautiful skin." Köing words make you laugh.

Completed on: 11/16/23

Posted on: 11/20/23

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[writingnotes520]

Drawings for a Gravity Falls AU @ink-and-stars and I came up with based on this post by @autistic-daydreamer :D Orion came up with a name for it that I really liked, so this AU is called Demi Falls :D

Text for those who can't read it and a description of the AU under the cut:

Mabel Pines: - Cabin 6 - Athena - Weapon: Grappling hook, Stan stole it for her & she named it Grabby - Fatal flaw: Loyalty - Has fist fought a kid on day one because he said Waddles shouldn't be let in the cabin - Makes pins because she can't modify the camp shirts (the pins pictured since they're hard to see are a bisexual pin because you can rip bi Mabel from my cold dead hands, a pin with her shooting star symbol, and a pin with an owl) She's drawn saying "Does this mean Dipper and I get to match?!" in reaction to seeing the camp shirts

Dipper Pines: - Cabin 6 - Athena - Weapon: Sword named Dendron - Found Journal 3 in the Big House attic - Hides his birthmark even more due to a rumor that it marks him as being favored by Athena - Fatal flaw: Curiosity

Anyway this is a Gravity Falls/PJO AU where the twins are sent to New York instead of Oregon, but are still going to live with their great uncle Stan. However, they don't know until they arrive that Grunkle Stan is living as a staff member at Camp Half-Blood, and they, like him, are demigods. The twins are children of Athena, while Stan is a child of Hermes (Ford is as well). Not pictured but probably soon to be drawn include Wendy as a child of Demeter/Hunter of Artemis, Robbie as the son of Apollo, Soos and McGucket as the sons of Hephaestus, and Pacifica as the daughter of Aphrodite :)

[missmagooglie]

So I just reblogged a very thoughtful Hen and Karen character meta. And it got me thinking about Hen's arc this season. And the teasers have all kind of stressed Gerrard as being a central plot focus for Buck, stressing that Hen has bigger concerns at home and she has to toe the line with Gerrard so she doesn't lose Mara for good, but here's the thing. Here's the thing. I think THAT is the point of Gerrard. Hen has to find a way to serve under this odious man in a way that will prove she can handle the political pressures of leadership after failing to do so during her last stint as interim captain of the 118.

This got long, so under a cut it goes.

If you look at Hen across the past few seasons, and in particular if you look at last season, one of Hen's character traits that tends to cause her the most friction is that she does not compromise when she thinks (or knows) she's right. And this has historically been a huge source of strength for her. It's what allowed her to withstand Gerrard's captaincy the first time around. It's a huge part of what makes her an exemplary firefighter and paramedic.

It has also, in season 7 especially, been a huge hurdle for her when it comes to leadership. Hen is smart, she is driven, she is confident in herself and her decisions, and she absolutely does not know how to take "no" for an answer. And not once but TWICE in season 7, we saw Hen's conviction in her own assessment get her into trouble. The first was with Councilwoman Ortiz' son. As a paramedic, she absolutely made the right call. She correctly identified his inebriated state, and reallocated on site resources when he was belligerent toward Chimney and offered clear refusal of care. What Hen didn't do was think beyond the immediate facts of the scene and consider ways to limit liability if her assessment was wrong or there were facts she was unaware of (which, spoiler alert, there were. Of both the medical and political variety).

When Hen was being investigated, she did not respond the way an LAFD captain should have. She reacted personally, defensively. She correctly identified that the source of her trouble was political rather than personal, but she still defended herself on a personal basis rather than working with Chief Simpson to find a way to appease the grieving Councilwoman. She reacted as an individual facing a personal attack rather than a leader navigating a sticky political situation, and in the process made the investigation about her (lack of) wrongdoing. She thought that being vindicated would mark the end of her troubles, but instead she ended up making herself a target for a woman looking to blame someone for her grief. A savvy captain would have found a way to deflect attention and smooth things over with the Councilwoman to avoid long term repercussions with a powerful member of the city government, even if that meant accepting a carefully calculated token acknowledgement of blame (perhaps a vague and unspecified blame of the department overall rather than a specific individual, to reduce opportunities for reprisal) to appease the Councilwoman's pride.

Then, even after she was cleared of wrongdoing and reinstated within the span of a single shift, Hen was motivated BOTH by her love and loyalty to Bobby and Athena, but ALSO her own need to prove herself and her own instincts correct when she decides that instead of reporting back to the station to resume her post she was instead going to go against orders to comandeer a helicopter and fly into a hurricane well out of LAFD jurisdiction to try and rescue a cruise ship of unconfirmed status. And she did this with three of her direct reports in tow. Did she ask them to be there? Did she order them to follow her into that helicopter? No. But given that she was technically their commanding officer at the time, their actions were technically her responsibility.

Now again, Hen felt vindicated by the fact that she was RIGHT, the Uno was in dire distress, her blatant insubordination did save lives. But while her actions showed extraordinary individual heroism, they did NOT show the sort of steady, level-headed leadership Hen would need to earn a permanent promotion to Captain. She showed a willingness to do whatever needed to be done to solve the problem in front of her, but not an ability to think beyond the current problem and consider how to best serve the LAFD beyond the current emergency.

So how does all that relate to Gerrard? Well, first of all Hen made herself all but unpromotable in the eyes of Chief Simpson and undoubtedly the rest of the LADF brass, creating a leadership vacuum when Bobby retired unexpectedly. That gives the OPPORTUNITY for Gerrard to step in. But why Gerrard, specifically? Why not some new jackass to terrorize the 118?

Because everything Hen did to survive the first time she served under Gerrard leaned on her value as an individual. In order to grow into the leader the 118 needs, she'll have to survive Gerrard this go-round using completely different methods. And to make absolutely sure she experiences that growth, the show has conveniently given Hen PERSONAL STAKES that render her old methods of survival unusable. Everything Hen did to prove herself in the past involved bucking Gerrard's leadership, showing how capable she was even if it meant undermining him. Now, with Mara on the line, Hen has no choice but to toe the line and keep her nose clean. So how is she going to change tactics and work WITHIN the system? How is she going to show that she can follow regulations and orders she disagrees with, without sacrificing her dedication to doing her job to the utmost of her ability? How is Hen going to prove that she can make decisions that benefit the station and the department long-term while still giving the problem in front of her everything she's got? How can she balance the right thing to do RIGHT NOW with doing what's needed to serve the bigger picture?

If Hen meets Gerrard head-on with defiance and disdain, it will be proof that she has not grown in the intervening years any more than he has. Instead, Gerrard is going to be a test of Hen's ability to show genuine and meaningful leadership without recklessly flouting orders she may not agree with in favor of her own priorities.

Or at least, that's my hope.

[valewritessss]

I saw someone on TikTok say that Percabeth is one sided and all I could say is that it looks like someone didn’t read Mark of Athena. Then I did some research and I found out they’re a Pereyna shipper(I had no idea that existed).

Personally, I don't get it, Reyna literally just tried to make a move on Percy but he rejected her and neither of them thought about it again so I don’t really see it. Either way, that's not the issue because I don't really care what people ship as long as it's not weird or creepy (I'm looking at any Artemis x Percy, Luke x Percy, Annabeth x Luke, or Percy x Nico shippers).

But back to the Percabeth is one sided thing, I’m a little bit confused. Because, did they miss the Annabeth pining silently but obviously for Percy for YEARS, Annabeth being jealous of Rachel partly because she liked Percy, Annabeth telling Athena that Percy is everything to her, Annabeth driving herself crazy those months Percy was gone and searching for him without giving up. So “Percabeth is one sided” where???

Then upon further research I found that of course, turns out they are an Annabeth hater(they don’t admit it but it’s obvious for apparent reasons). Some of their reasons: Annabeth's nickname for Percy, “seaweed brain” is degrading and implies he is stupid, Annabeth is mean to Rachel, and Annabeth is scared of Percy which made him feel like he deserves to die.

1. Annabeths nickname for Percy started out as teasing but became endearing for the both of them, just like the nickname “wise girl”. Percy even gets mad at Thalia for using this nickname because he considers it something solely Annabeth can use. In no way has Percy ever said or even mentioned that he feels put down because of the nickname. Also, Percy never hesitates to call anyone, even gods, out on their shit, so if it was really bothering him, he would most likely say something.

2. Honestly, the whole deal with Rachel was never that deep. Like, it did have a deeper meaning for Annabeth than many could comprehend but the whole catty part was never that big. A few snide remarks, sure, but it's not like she was bullying Rachel. If anyone thinks otherwise, that's okay, but in my opinion it was meant to be funny and it came off as such, and even Rachel and Annabeth themselves moved on and became fiends. Moving forward, considering the context of Annabeth's jealousy, it makes total sense for her to feel resentment towards Rachel. I'm not saying it's justified, but if a boy she'd been crushing on for years and is destined to die soon spends his last summer with another girl who is closer to normal than Annabeth could ever be, in what world would she not be mad? In fact, some of it was just teenage pettiness. And that's fine, she wasn't hurting anyone. Being a teenager with a crush is hard, and it's harder when you're a demigod with a huge prophecy hanging over you and your best friends heads. So is her anger justified? Maybe. But is she valid? Absolutely.

3. This is the most ridiculous reason yet. First of all, has Percy ever told Annabeth he feels like he deserves to die? I don't think so. Especially not before he almost let himself die with Jason there. I don't know if that person was just expecting Annabeth to guess, or what. Secondly, they were in Tartarus, and Percy did something scary. So of course, Annabeth is going to be scared. If Percy feels like Annabeth being scared makes him want to die, that's not really Annabeth's fault. And to expect Annabeth to make him feel better about something she is still recovering from herself doesn't make much sense, does it. At this point it just felt like they were going to hate Annabeth regardless, and these weren't actual issues they had with her they just saw a reason to hate her and went for it.

Hey, ship whatever you want and hate whoever you want, but don't come with false interpretations(that I know was easy to comprehend) as evidence for why you are right, please.

[aquarius-xin]

guys im gon kms.

i js found out that annabeth liked percy since book 1...

I thought she only started liking him in book 5...

then i remeber mark of athena....

and shes been crushing on him since she was 12 WTAF...

no wonder my friends think I'll nvr know when im in a relationship...

[ilikepjo24]

Percabeth comes second to Chrisse/Chrislisse.

Contains major spoilers for The Mark Of Athena.

Not trying to start any ship wars out there. I'm just here to share my opinion. Most of the Percy Jackson fandom views Percabeth as the best ship, and it's actually pretty good, but Clarisse and Chris, are in my opinion, a much better ship.

Why is that? Cause the milestones Percabeth has reached, Chrisse/Chrislisse reached first.

Annabeth had to suffer through the pain of her loved one going missing, possibly being dead, for 6 months, not remembering anything, but her. Tragic and yet romantic. Surely some brute Ares Daughter and a forgotten Hermes Son couldn't compare, right?

Except Clarisse also had to suffer through the pain of her loved one going missing, possibly dead, for over a year, not remember anything, but his pain and suffering, and when he was found, she stayed by him, begging him to remember her and doing her best to nurse him back to health, praying to the gods for the chance to love him as much as she physically could when he'd be healthy and safe once again, and when he was healed, that's exactly what she did.

Also sounds excessively romantic and tragic, doesn't it now? Dare I say, more romantic and tragic than Percabeth?

Surely not, right? I mean, Percy and Annabeth suffered through Tartarus together. They would have gone crazy if they were alone. They kept each other safe and protected and they made it through. It's a classic "True Love Beats All", is it not? Chrisse/Chrislisse is good, but not that good.

Except Chris went through the Labyrinth (a dangerous, deadly place, just like Tartarus) alone and he did go crazy, only for Clarisse to find him and do everything possible to help him. And on top of that, she also willingly went through the Labyrinth, after finding Chris, while knowing damn well what consequences this choice could have, to find a way to destroy the godforsaken place that had the nerve to ruin her soulmate.

I don't know about you, but I did not see Percy going down to Tartarus with the intention to take it down, brick by brick if needed, just because Annabeth got hurt down there.

It's important to note that Clarisse and Chris did their "went missing, went crazy, was found, got better, found love" journey a whole ass book before Percabeth was even canon! They were living the love story of the century, putting Romeo and Juliet to shame, while Percy still couldn't pick between his redhead and his blond. It's cute that Percabeth later on tried copying them, thinking we wouldn't notice, but let's be real, nobody is better than the original. You can't outdo the doer!

May I also mentioned that Chrisse/Chrislisse combines the tragic "friends/lovers to enemies" trope with the incredibly sexy "enemies to lovers" trope with toppings of "I can fix him" (she did fix him!), "I love you not despite but regardless your past mistakes" and "It's you and me against the world" because Clarisse loved Chris when others still saw him as the camp traitor. Percabeth wishes they had that much flavour.

Thus proven.