#toa fanfic

[arisketchart]

Semea -daughter of the sun

the wedding picture of Lit and Apollo from my fan fiction about my OC child on AO3

summery:

What happens if Apollo did end up with Lityerses and if they wanted to get married? Answer is: MORTAL PUNISHMENT, well at least in the eyes of Apollos father Zeus. But that is not the real issue. And an unhappy grandfather is the last problem on her yearly bucket list. Semea is 14 when her parents get abducted and leave no trace behind. And if that weren't enough, when suddenly a girl in silver with deers and wolfes ends up infront of her door, her life turns upside down.

Her quest? Simple. Return order and pease to OLYMPUS and find her parents!

post TOA story

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63663919/chapters/163192900

[somesharkguy111]

i'm having trouble drawing so i... wrote a poem about the burning maze instead. i know it's a little unconventional as far as fanwork goes, but i've never worked harder on anything in my life so i hope you enjoy! the sun trio oooh the sun trio...

(in case you are unfamiliar with this format, this is a contrapuntal poem: you can read it as three separate poems, or as one big poem, left to right as you normally would and ignoring the breaks)

[the-gateway-to-madness]

To celebrate For The Good of All officially surpassing my previous longest fic project, The Parts We Play, in word count, here's all the art I can find that I've done based on FTGOA.

(and I do mean ALL of it)

[lavenderfairiez]

fic master list:

Here's a link to my ao3 but I will also post the individual fics below!

• valgrace 🔥🌩️

- all I wanted was you (15 chapters, 27k words)

- haunted by the ghost of you (one shot based on this post of mine, 9.9k words)

- valgrace high school reunion au (one shot, 4.7k words)

- wish I were piper/third of december, you in my sweater (one shot for valgrace week, 5.5k words)

- kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor (one shot based on this fic by @grey-edges, 1.9k words)

- as far as last words go, "I love you" is pretty good (one shot based on this post by @justlikearat, 2k words)

• ruegard 🐗💖

- strawberry kisses (one shot, 1.4k words)

- the only exception (one shot based on this drawing I did, 6k words)

• litpollo 🌽☀️

- am I in the frame from your point of view? (one shot, 5.6k words)

I'll keep updating this as I post more fics :)

[wicked-by-nature--au]

Question about when I start writing the fic-

It will be here on Tumblr, but should I also expand it to sites like Wattpad and AO3?

And can I add multiple pictures to those chapters on those sites?

I haven't made or even read fanfics before, so I don't really know how this stuff works, sorry.

- HuttuHarakka

[losergender]

every time it rains (you're here in my head) . . . solangelo , hurt/comfort , disabled nico , healing

🖇 https://archiveofourown.org/works/55823173

summary :

“Nico?” Will spotted him before he had come up with a strategy. “I thought you were sleeping in.” “Eh.” He said instead. “Is anything wrong? You look like you’ve been…” If he was going to say “crying,” which he figured he probably was, Nico didn’t want to hear it. He grimaced, not really fond of Will’s younger siblings hearing about him showing any kind of vulnerability. Will noticed the face he made and didn’t add anything else. “Want me to go check on you? Maybe it’s… Fever?” Apollo children were terrible at lying, but Nico found it cute, at least on Will. “Please, come.” He’d placed the call with the idea of asking him to go with him without sounding desperate, but he couldn’t really help the “please” escaping him.

Or . . . when Nico asks Will to be with him through a flare-up.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Almighty (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Can't believe we're already here I'm so excited -Danny Words: 2,041 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Choreomania' -by Florence and The Machine

XXXVIII: I Get Diagnosed With Omnipotence

Lester gets pulled over. 

"I shouldn't have let you drive," Ara mutters.

"Hey, if we're going in a Mercedes the least you can do is let me have the glory," he argues, glancing nervously at the approaching cop.

"You look too young to be driving a Mercedes."

"Oh, and you look every bit the wise wench?" He shoots back.

"Just be quiet and let me talk," Ara whispers when the officer stands next to them and asks for Lester's license.

"This is a junior driver's license from New York, kid," he examines the papers. "What are you doing driving a car like this? Where are your parents, and where're you taking these girls?"

"She is my—"

"Little sister," Meg offers. "He's taking us to piano lessons."

"Uh, yes."

"And we're late! Because my brother is stooo-pid."

"Hey, officer," Ara drips charmspeak on every syllable she utters. "Give the license back and get out of my way, please. Forget you pulled us over, thank you."

The cop's hand shoots forward hitting Apollo's face as he hands back the license. "Sure. Have a nice day."

When he leaves, Ara nudges Lester. "Get going!"

"Right, yeah," he blinks. "I... I still can't get used to that."

"You shouldn't pay attention to it," Ara warns him. "I don't give harmless orders on most occasions."

Lester frowns, eyes on the road. "I know, but I can't help it—Not even Leo, he stumbles over himself during fights when you use it near him."

"Yeah well, he's my boyfriend, he can't help it."

"What makes you think I can?"

Ara senses a strange undertone to his words. "Why can't you?"

Lester squeezes the wheel. "Forget it."

"I want piano lessons," Meg breaks their argument.

"Piano lessons? Now?" The boy glances at her through the rearview mirror.

"Not now, dummy. But sometime. Can you teach me?"

Ara looks at him and raises her brows expectantly. Lester sighs, then nods. "Very well. Assuming we survive this morning's adventures."

"Deal."

Ara smiles and stares ahead. "What a good older brother."

"We should talk strategy," Lester changes the subject. "When we get to the caverns, we'll need to find the secret entrance. I doubt it will be as obvious as the regular mortal entrance."

"Mm-kay," Meg replies while munching on baby carrots.

"Once you've dispatched whatever guards we find—"

"Once we have dispatched them," the girl corrects him. 

"Same difference. We'll need to look for two nearby streams. We'll have to drink from both of them before—"

"Don't tell me. No spoilers."

"Spoilers? This information might save our lives!"

"I don't like spoilers, I want to be surprised."

Ara snorts. "Meg, knowing beforehand is good, so you know what tools to take with you."

"Nature is my tool," Meg replies. "I'm okay."

"Talk to her," Lester demands, briefly scowling at Ara. "Out of all the demigods we've met you're the only one she esteems, teach her to be a proper demigod."

Ara shrugs. "She's kind of right."

"What?"

"Meg's powers give her an ampler reign out in the open, she's a powerful daughter of Demeter. If that doesn't help, I've got Almighty and my blessings ready to go. And you, er... you can blurt out fun facts or songs to keep our minds active."

Lester scoffs, displeased and offended. "Yay."

"I'm lost," Lester mutters after half an hour of driving.

"Knew it," Meg huffs.

"It's not my fault! I followed those signs for God's Place!"

"The Christian Bible store we passed?" Meg scowls. "Why'd you do that?"

"Well, honestly! The locals need to be more specific about which gods they're advertising!"

"Gods Almighty—pull over!" Ara snaps. "I'm driving."

"Ask the arrow," Meg orders.

Lester mutters insults before getting out of the car and grabbing his arrow. "O, Wise Arrow, we're lost... What I mean, is that we need to find the entrance to the Cave of Trophonius. Quickly. Can you direct us there?" He listens while arranging his seatbelt on the passenger's side. "That... was actually helpful... Ah," the boy frowns. "Less helpful."

"What's he saying?" Meg presses.

Lester lifts a hand to silence her. "Great Arrow, I don't suppose you know how we should get into the cave?" Five quiet seconds. "Yes?"

"Apollo? What's he saying?"

"Something about fresh eggs," he pushes away Meg's poking fingers. "What road sign of the emperor?—And then?—Fantastic. I don't supposeth—I don't suppose your Wikipedia article has more information about these unkillable guardians? Yes?" Lester rolls his eyes and pushes the arrow under his seat instead of his quiver. At Ara's inquisitive stare, he shrugs. "Arrow told me to do that."

"Unkillable guardians? What does that mean?" Meg asks cautiously.

"It means we got a special welcome waiting for us," Ara turns on the engine and sighs. 

"Is this it?"

"Yeah, looks like it," Lester grabs his things except for Dodona's arrow. They climb over the fence and the boy rips his pants in the process.

"I've no good memories of cattle," Ara tells them as they examine the odd animals before them. "Mythical herds are such a pain in the—"

Lester yanks them back and whispers urgently. "Stay very still. Those are yales."

"Yales?" Meg mutters. "Isn't that a university?"

"Yes. And one of Yale University's symbols is the yale, but that's not important. These monsters... The Romans knew them as centicores. They are absolutely deadly. They're also attracted to sudden movements and loud noises. So shh."

Ara scowls. "As I was saying, herds suck."

"What do we do?" Meg asks. "Kill them? They're kind of pretty."

"The Spartan warriors were kind of pretty, too, until they skewered you. No, we can't kill yales."

"Okay, good." Meg pauses, and then caves to her own impatience. "Why not? Is their fur invulnerable to my swords? I hate that."

"No, Meg, I don't think so. The reason we can't kill these creatures is that yales are on the endangered-monster list."

"The what now?" Ara tilts her head.

"When monsters start to fade from mortals' collective memory, they regenerate less and less often from Tartarus. We have to let them breed and repopulate!"

"Are you kidding me?" The girl demands. "So now I gotta carry a guide when I go on quests to ensure I don't kill endangered monsters? Even if they're trying to kill me?"

"If you were to die and feed them, you'd be doing an honourable thing. You're into that sort of thing, aren't you?"

Ara scoffs. "If we don't kill them, then how the heck we move past them?"

Suddenly, one of the animals decides that looking at them is also annoying and charges at a disorienting speed. Lester's leg gets scratched by the animal's horn. 

"Trees!" Meg shouts. Ara pushes Lester to his feet and helps him climb as fast as possible. "They're not so pretty now," the young girl struggles to breathe. "You sure we can't kill them?"

"No!"

"Scare them, then!" Ara urges him, clinging to the trunk.

Lester points ahead. "The cave entrance must be there, over those boulders!"

Meg follows his gaze. "So do we run for it and jump in?"

"No! There should be two streams. We have to stop and drink from them. Then the cave itself... I doubt it will be an easy descent. We'll need time to find a safe way down. If we just jump in, we might die."

"These harvards aren't going to give us time."

"Yales."

"Same difference. How much do you think those things weigh?"

"A lot."

"Okay. Get ready."

"For what?"

"No spoilers."

"I hate you."

Meg makes the grass grow around the creatures, keeping them from charging forward. "Go!"

Ara and Lester reach the waters and tumble to a stop, watching the two streams. "Are we going to drink it straight from there?"

"We get in," Lester nudges her. "Mnemosyne, the Spring of Memory, is black. Lethe, the Spring of Forgetfulness, is white. If we drink both at the same time, they should counteract each other and prepare our minds—"

"Lester, my soul has been in contact with Lethe too many times, is this going to mess me up? Because if I start to tweak—"

"Drink!" Meg screams.

Lester is unable to ignore her orders so he takes a whole gulp. Ara dives in too, ignoring the panic it gives her. Lester winces and stumbles, starting to giggle like the day in the camp's borders when he was having a breakdown.

"Your turn—Drinkie, drinkie!" He says to Meg.

"And lose my wits? Nuh-uh."

"Silly willy! If you don't prepare yourself for the Oracle—"

The yales run through the barrier of weeds and Ara grabs her sword, but just then her mind splits and flashes memories, not from past lives, just the one she's living, and it's enough to incapacitate her. Meg tackles Lester and Ara by the waist and jumps down the cave's entrance.

It's a push and pull of forgetting and remembering, something she's deeply familiar with. Every waking day since fourteen, all she's done is try to forget while also memorizing every little detail of her shortcomings. That buzzing she's been hearing now splits into noises and images, orderly coming forth starting from the moment she first took a breath as Arae.

The girls drop into the water and Ara feels Meg pull her out. "General!"

Experiencing full consciousness is strange, every memory bubbles into view all at once and yet you feel like you have all the time in the world to revisit them. I see my father's face—I know everything, and I remember the orphanage, the way other kids would lock me up in closets, how I'd get frustrated about not being able to read and rip out pages of books, then be told I was stupid... I remember and forget, and it hurts, but it frees me. I understand why I love how I love.

In a flash, I see Percy in our New York bedroom, staring at the bulletin board I keep above my bed with all the pictures of our friends. He's calling my name in thoughts, and I can hear him. Another flash and Nico is staring at my empty seat next to Chiron. Another flash—Lily is brushing Pollo's fur, her eyes stormy as she hums Mike's song. Another flash, Piper curled up in what looks like her bedroom but it's too empty to live in. She's got a torn picture of us in her hand, Jason used to be in the missing part.

Leo is the last to show up, snoring quietly on a Waystation couch. He frowns as if sensing me. "You shouldn't be here..." He's right, but I can't stop this—It's not a dream.

Ara slips back underwater and suffocates for a second. She pushes herself out and coughs. "What the—where?"

"Help me with Apollo," Meg's voice shakes in such a way that Ara's mind presses back into regular size and gets to work instantly. Together, they bring Lester out and lay him on the shore.

"I feel like I know you," he mumbles. "I want to say Peg. Or Megan?"

The girls share a look before Meg speaks. "You're not kidding, are you?"

"Nope!" He giggles weakly, then looks at Ara. "I remember your face. It's too pretty. I can't stand you."

"I'm Ara, this is Meg," she says. "Do you remember your name?"

"Yes, of course. Thanks. I'm—"

"An idiot." Meg interrupts him.

"Hmm. No... Oh! That's a joke."

"Not really. But your name is Apollo."

"Lester," Ara says with surprising tenderness. He's a demigod, one of the lamest she's ever met, but gods, look at him, he needs her. "Sit up..."

"We're here for the Oracle of Trophonius," he looks around, gathering his wits.

"You can't remember our names, but you remember that?" Meg scoffs.

"Strange, isn't it?"

"I think I forgot things, too," Ara tells Meg, feeling something's off within her. "I... I don't know what, though."

Meg eyes her with concern. "But you know our names and why we're here?"

"Yeah," Ara nods. "I'd never forget my duty."

"I remember the steps for petitioning the Oracle!" Lester says. "First, we drink from the Springs of Lethe and Mnemosyne. I did that already, didn't I? That's why I feel so odd."

"We need to keep moving or we'll freeze to death," Meg tells Ara while wringing her skirt.

"Freeze...?" She can't pinpoint how bad or good that is, only remembers that it happens to some people. "That isn't good, is it?"

Meg gives her a weird look but says nothing, pulling Apollo to his feet while he keeps talking. "After drinking from the springs, we descend into a cave. Oh! We're here! Then we go farther into the depths. Hmm. That way!"

"There's only one way," Ara says, distracted. "He's waiting..." She frowns at the path ahead. "He used to be a demigod, but I can't help him now."

"Yes, he was my son and died. He's angry," Lester smiles. "Time to see him!"

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[kajilychnis]

I had a weird idea + headcanons + Arcane Order AU Fanfiction (?)

What if the members of the Arcane Order didn't want to wipe out humanity ? What if they lived a bit like humans ? Is this a fanfiction idea ?

I don't know why I asked myself this question while I was taking a shower, but in any case I looked like a crazy woman giggling in my bath. First of all I want to say that Bellroc and Skrael, in this alternate universe, although they do not seek to annihilate humans, they remain quite skeptical and distrustful of humans. Nari tries to change their minds by always giving them a new reason every day. Skrael is quite wary of humans, but he recognizes that humans have created good things, even if things for him are more black than white.

Skrael is a bit of a nerd of the trio, he spends his time reading books created all over the world and he is often on his computer. I don't know what came over me to imagine Skrael with a headset with cyan blue neon lights and cat ears.

The trios observe the humans from afar, in general they rarely communicate with humans and Bellroc warns them to have as little contact with them as possible even if Nari does not respect this instruction so much.

Nari is the gardener of the trio, not very surprising actually. She works as a florist in secret, behind Bellroc and Skrael's back, of course Skrael is not as gullible as Bellroc and he quickly understood that Nari was doing something behind them. Of course, Skrael is not a charitable soul, he keeps Nari's secret in exchange for some materials that he needs.

Bellroc spends their time hanging out in the castle or outside in nature in general, they are imperative on this, they does not want to be exploited by the human way of life. Although sometimes they let themselves be convinced by Nari and Skrael to watch a movie on TV in the evening. They really are the boomer of the group, Skrael likes to tease him about it, even if Bellroc doesn't understand what it means to be a "boomer".

If Bellroc is so adamant about trusting humans, it's because they knows humans very well. Their past, which comes from a very distant time and era, is loaded with traumas and regrets. This is why Bellroc remains very adamant about humans.

Anyway, I know I'm swamped with college and I still won't be able to write and draw my story/manga so instead I figured a fanfiction would take less time. So what about this ?

[skysiren41]

Years ago around 2019 to early 2020, I came up with this AU idea of Tronos having a kid that he had to raise while being a bounty hunter. I mainly created it cause I wasn't the biggest fan of how the series handled Tronos, specifically the wasted potential he had. During 2021 I even wrote a short story back when I used Amino. I've always wanted to rewrite it and see what others would think about the idea. So that's what I did and it came out longer than I expected

I wanna give a massive shout out to @acamaryseinteery for helping me with this story and just really being supportive on this au idea. She's actually writing her own fanfiction about HTTYD (specifically Eret) so make sure you give her work a read and show your support

Another day of bounty hunting, another's blood stained his claws and armor. Tronos stumbled his way towards his ship as he held his side, hissing in pain occasionally as he tried to keep pressure on his wound. He had gotten used to how violent the job could get, but he still didn't expect his target to have a hidden knife on him, pulling it out and striking him in the side before he could finish him and collect him as his bounty

He finally made it to his ship, pressing a button to slowly open the cargo ramp. He made it a few steps before he fell to his knees as another sharp pain surged through his side. 'Shit' He thought, trying to grip onto the wall to help hoist himself up. 'That bastard knew where to strike'. Slowly, he made his way through the metal corridor of the ship and towards his room, only stopping when he made it to where he kept his medkit. As he removed his hand from his wound and reached for it, he could see just how much blood there was. His blood

Finally, he made it to his room, almost stumbling over his bed. His room wasn't anything fancy, just a simple bed, desk, spot to keep his armor safe when it wasn't being used, and extra storage. Carefully he sat on the edge of his bed, trying to steady his breathing and force himself to stay awake as he opened the medkit and looked for anything that could help with the wound

After what felt like forever he finally found what he needed. Antiseptic, a cloth, bandages, a needle and thread. Carefully he started to take off his armor, first the helmet, then his chest plate. With that gone he could see just how nasty the wound is. It was deep but thankfully it looked like it stopped bleeding for a while. Now for the worst part, he took the antiseptic, opened the bottle with his teeth, and carefully poured some of it onto the cloth. Once it was damp he held it over the wound, trying to build up the courage. Even after all these years, he was still a wuss when it came to this, he could almost hear Kaia still teasing him whenever she had to help him with his injuries...

Taking a deep breath, he counted down. 'One....two....three!" On three he pressed the cloth against his wound, and almost instantly he felt the stinging of the antiseptic. A scream of pain left his mouth, but he quickly put his hand over it to muffle the sound. Shit, was he too loud? What if she heard it? He didn't want her to see him like this. He tried to breathe through the pain as the stinging eventually stopped. After a few minutes, he carefully pulled the cloth away, seeing some excess blood on it

Now that the worst part was over, he tried to thread the needle for the stitches, though he was struggling to get the thread through the eye of it. How did Kaia make it look so easy? Finally, when he was able to do so, he began stitching his wound, trying to silence his grunts

By the third stitch, he heard something outside the door. The sound of lightning crackling and something scratching the floor made him sit up alert. His chest glowed as lightning sparked in his mouth, he swore if some bastard had managed to break into his ship he would fry them to a-

"Papa?" Spoke suddenly a small curious voice coming from behind the other room. As soon as Tronos heard the voice he immediately stopped his lightning. He carefully stood up, holding his side as he walked to the door and slowly opened it

Behind the door was looking up at him a pair of curious yellow reptile eyes on a small and adorable olive Voltarian whelp. His daughter Nixa tilted her head curious "Papa, are you okay?"

Seeing her he tried to hide the pain on his face, doing his best to smile as he knelt to her level. "There's my little sparkling, did I wake you up?" She nodded and then reached out to him with a grabby motion, wanting him to lift her so she could hug him. Still keeping a hand over his wound, he used his other arm to pull her into a loving and gentle hug. "Sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to wake you up" He whispered softly

She nuzzled him and looked at him "Papa, I'm hungry...." As soon as he heard that he could feel his heart ache. "Alright, I just need to change Nixa. But as soon as I'm done we'll get something to eat. Okay?" "Okay...." He could hear her tummy growl hungrily, making her whine. They didn't have a lot of food these days. Watching Nixa run off, he sighed as he went back to stitching up his wound

Yes, Tronos Madu had a child, and she was his sun, moon, and stars. To his kind becoming a bounty hunter was not the most desirable job, some even considered it dishonorable, but it was the only job he could get that paid well for them both and by this point, he didn't care what others thought. Every dime he made was put towards giving his daughter the best life he could give her, and on the days he couldn't afford food he would spend hours hunting her the best meat he could find, sometimes he would go days without eating if it meant Nixa could get a good meal. He never really was close to his family, he hasn't contacted them since Voltar fell and he knew his father would give him hell if he found out his firstborn was using the Madu name as a bounty hunter, so he was on his own

About nearly an hour later Nixa watched her father look through the pantry, willing to eat anything at this point. Tronos was trying to find anything he could use to make something to eat for them both, but all he could find was some lightning potatoes, clatter jaw meat, and other vegetables. "Well, good thing I got paid today, we'll have to go shopping tomorrow" Tronos muttered as he checked if the meat was still fresh

"Papa? Can we go eat outside? We didn't go out together in ever...." Nixa's voice piped up, she had managed to sneak up and climb up his back, letting her rest on his shoulders as she watched. Tronos couldn't help but smile when she did. "Of course, sorry we haven't been able to do it for a while, it's just I've been busy with my work, but I promise that we can eat outside and watch the stars. Does that sound good?" Tronos offered as he got ready to chop the vegetables

"Okay, papa." She looked at the veggies and tilted her head "What are you making?" She asked curious, resting her head on top of his head. "It's something my mother used to make for me and my brothers when we didn't have much, she would cook the meat in this special sauce with the vegetables, boil and mash the potatoes, then she would put it all in a pot with the meat on the bottom and the potatoes on top before she cooked it till it was crispy on top" He explained as he chopped the potatoes first

"Sounds like a long process....." She grumbled as she hugged her growling belly. "Trust me, when I was your age the wait was excruciating, but I promise that it will be worth the wait." He tried to reassure her as he briefly nuzzled her cheek. "Okay….." She then climbed down his back and hugged her plushie toys that she had left on the floor. Her mom made her for her but she never had a chance to meet her. But at least she had her dad

He felt his heart ache a little seeing her hug the plushie toys and tried to distract himself with cooking, but his mind couldn't help but remind him what happened

5 years ago when Nixa was just an egg Tronos lost his mate and the spark of his core Kaia. That day it was just meant to be a simple scouting mission, but their home and village were ambushed by rogue Voltarians from the western tribe. As they tried to defend their home and put out the fires caused by their lightning, Kaia had raced home to protect their egg when she noticed her and Tronos's home was one of the many burning huts. Just as she had reached the egg she had been attacked by one of the rogue Voltarians, and in the scuffle managed to stab her in her core. Tronos soon caught up and seeing his mate on the floor, sent him into a fit of rage, and ended up killing the rogue with his bare hands. But it was too late, Kaia had soon died in his arms, leaving him to raise their child alone. He shouldn't have let her go alone. He should've followed her and maybe she would still be here. If he had been fast enough-

"........-Papa!" His daughter's voice finally got through him to be heard. Tronos finally got out of his train of thought as he shook his head and looked at Nixa. "Huh? S-Sorry sweetheart, I just got distracted." He tried to reassure her

"Can I help you? I am bored..." Nixa asked as she looked up at him. "Well, you wanna help cut the other vegetables? I can teach you the way my mother taught me." Tronos offered. She nodded eagerly and leaped over, landing on the kitchen counter

Chuckling, Tronos begun to show her how to chop the vegetables while he made sure she didn't accidentally hurt herself. "So, what did my little sparkling get up to while I was gone?"

"I was reading the planet logs on your data pad and I made your guns scary" Nixa explained as she tried to copy her dad. "Scary? Guns?" It took him a moment to realise what she ment, but when he did she gave her a stern expression. "Nixa. You know you shouldn't be playing with my weapons"

"I wasn't! I just drew on them" Nixa replied, not fully realizing what was wrong with trying to make her fathers wepons pretty. "That's still playing with them, you could've hurt yourself. They're not toys." He tried to explain to her. "Where did you put them?" Nixa grumbled and looked down before she replied. "In your bed."

He nodded before putting the knife down. "I'll be right back. Don't touch anything while I'm gone" He told her sternly before we walked to his room. She huffed and waited

When he made it to his room he saw his guns on the ground, and yep they didn't look scary anymore with the bright paint and stickers. Guess he didn't notice when he was trying not to bleed out. As he picked them up he stared at them for a good minute, this was one of the last weapons Kaia had made before...that's when he noticed on one of the guns he could see a drawing of him and Nixa in a heart, holding hands and smiling

Seeing that Tronos knew he didn't have the heart to clean them. Knowing his wife, she would've been laughing at the idea of their daughter trying to make the guns less scary, she properly would've encouraged Nixa for ideas on how to make the weapons she used to make look more appealing. In Kaia's mind, as long as the weapon or armor worked, she didn't care how it looked. He carefully put the guns back on the holders before walking back to the kitchen

After he came back he could see his daughter trying to stack the chopped veggies on top of each other like with blocks. "Nixa what in the name of Voltar are you doing?" Tronos asked as he was crossing his arms, though his amusement was clear on his face

"Potato tower" she responded innocently as she added another potato to her growing tower. He couldn't help but chuckle at her response before grabbing a pot from the pantry and filling it with water. "Well, you mind knocking that potato tower into the pot for me?"

She nods and began to disassemble the towerd, putting the chopped potatoes into the water. While the potatoes were boiling Tronos got to work on the meat, letting Nixa help season it, and add the other vegetablesand sauce. When the meat was fully cooked and the potatoes were mashed, he put it all in one pot and soon enough it was done

Nixa was pacing around her dad excited, eager to finally eat the deliciously smelling food. Her pellet were hyped because she has been secretly tasting the meat as an appetizers. "Easy there sparkling, it's gonna be hot, and you don't want me to drop it." He laughed as he begun plating the food, giving her the first dibs. "There, dinner is served"

"Finally!" She sat down excited and began to blow on the food so she can eat. "Remember, eat it slowly, you don't wanna end up sick like last time" Tronos plated his food and sat down beside her, watching to see her reaction. "But you got sick too from that food. That condiment was spoiled"

"Don't remind me, I couldn't even look at food without throwing up for days" He joked. She giggled at this and began to eat, making a pleased sound. "You like it? Was it worth the wait?" He smiled at her reaction "Yep!" She smiled as she happily went back to eating. "Well that's all that matters." With that he finally begun to eat with her, not realizing just how hungry he truely was

After dinner Tronos was just finishing up washing the plates, letting Nixa climb up his back. "Can I have cookies?" She asked innocently as she finally made it to his head. "Cookies? Nixa don't you think it's a little late to be having them?" He muttered as he put the plates down to dry. "Please please pleaseee!" She begged as she hugged his face. He tried to stay firm but as soon as he saw the puppy dog eyes he couldn't help but crack, he let out a heavy sigh. "Alright, but just one"

"Yaay!" With that Nixa quickly took one of the cookies they had from the pantry as Tronos watched with a smile. "You still wanna go outside and watch the stars? You can eat your cookie while we do" He asked amused. She nodded softly as she munched on the cookie. He kneeled down and took her into his arms, wincing as little as even with the stitches he was still sore, before heading outside. "It looks like it's gonna be a clear night, so we should see plenty of stars."

Once they found a good spot they sat down and stargazed. Nixa listened to her father telling her about different planets, stars, and where he's been. "-and that red spot right there." He said as he pointed to one of the stars. "That's where Voltar is." Nixa looked at the start for a moment before she asked. "Will I get to see Voltar someday?" Tronos paused when he heard that, trying to figure out what to reply with. "I....It's still not safe at the moment, but once it is, I promise that we'll be able to see Voltar again"

"Oh, ok Papa." Nixa muttered, she always wanted to see Voltar with her dad, but he would always tell her that it wasn't the right time. She saw her dad smile when he saw a shooting star. "You see that Nixa?" He said as he pointed to it. "Back home, it's said that when Voltarians pass on, they become a shooting star. And when you see one, it's a loved one saying hello"

"Oh, do you think that it was mommy?" Nixa asked innocently. His smile dropped a little when she said that, looking up at the stars again. "....yeah....I think it was...." at that moment he couldn't but help let the memories come back

Five years ago not too long after Kaia and Tronos got married, Kaia laid an egg into their nest with Tronos's support, and now she was trying to get some well earned rest. Tronos was at the moment watching the egg intently, like at any moment the egg would suddenly break if he looked away for even a moment

Kaia woke up from a nap and looked at her husband, smiling amused "Are you going to stare at the egg until it hatches? "He looked up at her, the first time he looked away from the egg since it was laid. "Huh? Oh uh just making sure the egg was alright" He admitted, a little embarrassed. "You should be resting anyway"

"I'm fine, you should stop staring at it. Else you will freak the baby out when it hatches." "I know, it's just....I've never thought I would actually be a father...." He admitted, gently reaching out to touch the egg. He could already feel the electricity flowing though it. Kaia smiled as she put her hand over his. "I never thought it too."

"It's just....what if I'm not a good father...." He muttered, "Then I guess I'll have to find someone that's just as handsome as you, but that might be impossible." Kaia joked. "Ouch, right though the core" He joked back, causing her to chuckle and layed back down. "Care to join me?"

Tronos smiled as he got into the nest and layed down beside Kaia, pulling her and the egg close to give them both a loving nuzzle. "So....have you thought of names yet?" He asked mid nuzzle. "I have an idea for one, what about you sparky?"

"Aside from Tronos Jr, I'm open to suggestions." He joked again, causing Kaia to roll her eyes. "Very orignal. If we're really desperate we might use it." She playfully booped his snout while sticking out her tongue playfully. "But I was thinking if it's a girl...we should name her Nixa..."

"Nixa?" Tronos tilts his head to the side curious. Kaia nodded softly but didn't say anything. He smiled as he pulled her closer to him, letting their sparks touch. Her core zapped with his, sending through them a warm love feeling. "I think it's a perfect name, and I know that there gonna be the luckiest Voltarian in all of Voltar to have a mother like you"

"And a father, like you." She pecked him a kiss on the lips, he couldn't help but purr softly went he did, keeping her close to him. He felt more at ease knowing that he'll always have Kaia...

Tronos didn't notice Nixa shaking him gently, trying to fight back the tears that were appearing in the corners of his eyes. It wasn't until he heard her voice when he finally did

"Papa? Why are you sad, papa?" She asked softly, her little green face twisting into sad worry. He shook his head to snap out of his thoughts as he looked at her, wiping the tears away before he held her close. "Sorry sparking, I guess I just still miss your mother..."

"Oh...." Nixa looked down but tried to smile for him. "I miss her too... Maybe we can miss her together? That way neither of us is alone." She proposed, looking up at him, stretching her arms out to give him a hug

He felt himself start to tear up again but managed to hold himself together for her, pulling her close into a tight but loving hug. "Yeah....we can remember her together."

[albentelisa]

Hi it's me again !! I know that your fic's an slowburn and I appreciate the build up and how the characters are explored in a very throught manner

Still I cant wait to see/read jim's reaction to learn that he got an grandfather who's in jail ( to say the least ) AND to read Gunmar reaction that he has a half troll grandson

Would gunmar try to appear sympathetic ? Like in wizards we learn that arthur was actually a big jerk and all that. And sure Gunmar could be preparing for war with or without the camelot king's actions, still that's stuff that Gunmar could use

I just think it would be very interesting to see Gunmar manipulating his grandson by pulling at his heartstrings !! Cause jim cares a lot

AND on top of that Gunmar could argue that sonner or later jim whole nature would bubble up to the surface, would he be accepted like that by others ? Or would he have to hide for his entire life ? Without allowing himself to be close ?

Heck you could even throw in some trauma from his not-dad dna-donor !! As soon as the dude had an inkling that jim's wasnt entirely human ..... he wanted to do bad things

Would that be his life ? Never being able to approach and form deep connections with either humans or other trolls ?

Wouldnt it be better to be with his family ? His whole family ?

Sorry ! Your fic has a crazy-good amount of angst potential and I love it so much, that I couldnt help myself

Oh, hi! 🥰🥰🥰 I'm so happy to read your message. So many cool ideas!

As for the reveal stuff, while it'll take some time before Jim realizes that his grandpa is Gunmar (as he'll learn a bit about the grandpa from an unusual perspective), Gunmar will learn that his grandson is a halfling quite soon (actually, it's in the incoming chapter 72). His initial reaction is... Let's say, complicated, lol, but well, he has enough time to process it before actually meeting Jim.

As for the manipulation, Gunmar will have some misconceptions of his own, which ironically, will make his manipulation work better:

- Jim is just a foolish child and his actions are just some childish rebellion;

- Jim is on his side by default and he's a gumm-gumm to his core (and is really similar to Gunmar deep inside) ;

- Jim is the current Trollhunter only because it's a part of Barverra's plan.

So, yeah, poor Jim will come to doubt everything (including if his mother actually wanted him or it was just a part of the plan to get the amulet).

However, Gunmar isn't interested in harming Jim (as he will believe to the very end that his grandson's attitude can be fixed). It'll be more of 'stop fooling around and come to where you truly belong'

[kathrahender]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62953903/chapters/161214892

I just posted another Trollhunters' Fic! This one is also a canon-divergence AU from the episode "Roaming Fees May Apply", and it contains not only Jim-Strickler's relationship but also Troll Dads and Stricklake (implied) but also Jlaire (more explicit).

I hope you like it!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, M/M

Relationships: Jim Lake Jr./Claire Nuñez, Blinkous "Blinky" Galadrigal & Claire Nuñez, Toby Domzalski & Blinkous "Blinky" Galadrigal, Aaarrrgghh & Toby Domzalski & Claire Nuñez, Draal & Claire Nuñez, Draal & Toby Domzalski.

Characters: Jim Lake Jr. (Tales of Arcadia), Walter Strickler | Stricklander, Claire Nuñez, Toby Domzalski, Blinkous "Blinky" Galadrigal, Aaarrrgghh (Tales of Arcadia), Draal (Tales of Arcadia), Vendel (Tales of Arcadia)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s01e16 Roaming Fees May Apply, Nightmares, Headaches & Migraines, Coughing, Fever, Vomiting, Nausea, Fainting, Unconsciousness, Jim Lake Jr. Whump (Tales of Arcadia), Jim Lake Jr. Needs a Hug (Tales of Arcadia), Toby Domzalski is a Good Friend, Protective Claire Nuñez, Male Claire Nuñez, Female Toby Domzalski, Minor Draal/Nomura (Trollhunters), Minor Aaarrrgghh/Blinky (Trollhunters), Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Feelings Realization

[iicaru2]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Trials of Apollo - Rick Riordan Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Apollo & Meg McCaffrey, Apollo & Artemis, Apollo & Will Solace, Apollo & Kayla Knowles, Apollo & Austin Lake Characters: Apollo (Percy Jackson), Artemis (Percy Jackson), Will Solace, Chiron (Percy Jackson), Meg McCaffrey, Dionysus (Percy Jackson), Austin Lake, Kayla Knowles, Zeus (Percy Jackson), Lester Papadopoulos Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mortal Apollo (Percy Jackson), Post-The Trials of Apollo, Sunflower Siblings | Siblings Apollo and Meg McCaffrey, Apollo-centric (Percy Jackson), Apollo Needs a Hug (Percy Jackson), the "apollo remains mortal" post-toa fic ive been threatening to write, Zeus's A+ Parenting, Family Fluff, Survivor Guilt, all the drama slash angst that comes with a god choosing to stay mortal. whoops, Author Is an Apollogist (Percy Jackson), Hurt/Comfort, Apollo as Lester Papadopoulos (Percy Jackson), Blood and Injury, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Fluff and Angst, Abusive Zeus (Percy Jackson), Apollo-typical gratuitous weeping, Mentioned Jason Grace, Suicide Attempt, Self-Hatred, Introspection, Found Family, fuck you [hurt comforts your found family dynamics] Summary:

Six months ago, Apollo was cast out of Olympus as a sixteen-year-old mortal as punishment for allowing the prophecy to be revealed too early— even though a prophecy, by design, cannot be “too early,” but he digressed.

Today, a seventeen-year-old boy named Lester Papadopoulos stumbles out of the Empire State building, plants his clammy hands on his bloodstained knees, and promptly anxiety vomits onto the concrete.

(Or: After his trials are over, Apollo chooses to stay mortal. The aftermath is both more and less horrible than he could’ve possibly imagined.)

[aj-artjunkyard]

Judicium Fratrum

Seriously, was it not enough that I was stuck in a flabby mortal meatsack with teenage hormones and acne? Why did I have to share my fate with my bullish older brother?

An AU where Ares is made mortal with Apollo because he sided with Kronos in TLT. Three snippets across three ToA books as Ares and Apollo learn to do more than tolerate each other.

My ToA Secret Santa gift posted to AO3!

[please-help-this-little-lesbian]

Guess What's Out?? CHAPTER 1 OF THE SUN MUST GO ON GLOWING

YAY ITS HERE!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62078212/chapters/158769637

Tag Gang: @xxqueenofdragonsxx @ameliaandreas3 @apollosgiftofprophecy @theballadofthesunandthestars @solahflare

[lavenderfairiez]

A crumb of Litpollo fanfiction? Please?

Here's a snippet of the new one I'm working on! It's a flower shop au (cuz I'm super original) ��

I crashed right into him. My drink spilled all down my shirt, there were flowers all across the sidewalk, and water all down his red button up shirt. The water made his shirt cling to his chest.

Damn, this guy was ripped. Not the time for that.

“Watch where you're going!” The guy snapped. I pulled my headphones out from my ears.

“Dear gods, I am so sorry!” I spluttered, rushing to pick up as many flowers as I could. With the slightly broken flowers in my arms, I stood up to give them back.

When I saw his face my stomach fluttered. He was seriously hot. His long dark curly hair was back in a loose ponytail, held by a red ribbon, with a few loose pieces framing his face. His eyes were dark and there was a big scar across his cheek and nose.

How had I never noticed him before?

[wicked-by-nature--au]

So uhm.. I've been thinking-

To prevent any upcoming stress about writing and story building, would it be too nonsensible to make a separate fic from the main one, for chapters that might come to mind later, but are past the storyline we're going at that moment?

Call it like "Wicked by Nature: Untold Tales" or something? Like some extra stories and scenes between the chapters in the main fic?

I think this could give so many opportunities and ease the writing a lot, because I don't have to make sure I have literally thought of EVERYTHING I want to put in that specific part of the story.