#when I first saw that was a ship name for them

[slytherin-pen]

Through His Eyes

The Intervention Rewritten

pairing: Lucien Vanserra x Nesta Archeron

word count: 2.7k

a/n: when i said i would upload minutes before midnight if i had to i did not imagine it would be so literal, but alas, that is exactly what happened. this was two separate fics i adjusted to fit together for @sjmromanceweek . it is for day 1: first kiss. in honor of Lucien being the first contender as Nesta’s mate, i chose them as my ship. if you can tell that i wrote half of this during a four hour drive and the other half intermittently when i could avoid socialization, no you can’t. anyways, i hope you enjoy 🫶🏻

Part 2

Lucien wasn’t sure why he was here. He had been at the manor he shared with Jurian and Vassa when Rhysand had scraped a talon against his mind and requested his presence at the River House.

He hadn’t expected to be summoned so soon after the disastrous Solstice party months ago. Where Feyre, his old friend, didn’t seem like much of a friend anymore, and Nesta—his mate—had made it painfully clear she wanted nothing to do with him. Wanted nothing to do with that entire night. His heart clenched at the thought of her, at the mere mention of her name. But what could he do? She had needed space, and he had given it. More than understood it.

He held all his mate instincts on a tight leash when he saw her walk into the house that night. She was pale, gaunt, had dark circles under her eyes, and the scent of alcohol clinging to her skin. He had smelled the other males, too. He hadn’t judged her for it—only worried. She had been through too much. Murdered and turned into Fae against her will, then thrown into a war where she and her sisters had been targeted. And after all of that, she had found out she was bound for eternity to him—a Fae male, the very thing she had been raised to fear.

Lucien had never resented her for keeping her distance. He had struggled with the bond, too. After Jesminda… he had thought he would never love another. For so long he had believed they were mates. Learning otherwise had shattered something in him. It had left him lost. Even now, he was still trying to grasp the truth that Nesta Archeron was his. And he had no intention of rushing into something she so clearly did not want. She needed time. Needed to heal. He only hoped that the Inner Circle was doing their part to ensure she was cared for.

His golden eye whirred as he glanced around the study. Everyone had gathered—except for Elain, Azriel, Morrigan, Nesta, and Cassian. Rhysand, dressed in his usual black, leaned against the mantel with crossed arms. Feyre and Amren sat together on the couch facing the hearth. Lucien, uneasy about this entire ordeal, took the armchair by the window, deliberately keeping his distance.

Clearing his throat, he finally asked, “May I ask why I have been summoned?”

Rhysand’s violet eyes snapped to him, as if only now remembering Lucien was there. A moment later, his expression smoothed back into boredom. “We have important matters to discuss. They should be here any moment.”

“And who is they—” Before he could finish, Cassian strode in, Nesta at his side.

Lucien went still.

She was bundled in a worn blue coat, her stained shoes barely making a sound against the rug, her wrinkled gray dress hanging looser on her than it should. And now that she was in the room, he could feel the simmering rage pulsing down the bond that tied them together.

He schooled his features, keeping his expression unreadable.

Feyre straightened in her seat, offering a soft smile. “I heard you had quite the night.”

Nesta’s silver eyes swept the room, pausing on him for the briefest of moments before settling on her sister. Chin high, back straight, she walked past him to claim the only empty chair left. It was near the couch and had clearly been moved there on purpose.

Cassian shut the door with a quiet click, then leaned against it, arms crossed.

Amren was the first to break the silence. “You look atrocious.”

Lucien’s eyes snapped to her, brow twitching in irritation. He didn’t miss the way Nesta’s shoulders tensed, nor the way her jaw locked.

“Though I bet it’s hard to look good,” Amren went on, “when you’re out until the darkest hours of the night, drinking yourself stupid and fucking anything that comes your way.”

Lucien barely managed to suppress a growl.

Nesta said smoothly, “I wasn’t aware my activities were under your jurisdiction.”

Amren challenged, “They are when you spend that much of our gold on wine.”

Lucien frowned. Our gold? What about Nesta’s gold? She had fought in the war and even helped them before the war. Surely she had been compensated. Had she truly burned through it all already?

Nesta’s glare found her sister and Feyre winced. “So you really did make me come all the way here for a scolding?”

“No, it’s not a scolding.” Feyre cut a sharp glance at Rhysand, who was still eerily silent, and then at Amren, who merely sat seething. “Think of this as a discussion.”

Nesta shot to her feet. “My life is not your concern, or up for any sort of discussion.”

“Sit down,” Rhysand snarled.

Lucien stiffened, his hands curling into fists. But Nesta did not back down. She remained standing, steel in her spine and fire in her eyes.

Rhysand said, “You are going to stay. You are going to listen.”

Nesta let out a low laugh. “You’re not my High Lord. You don’t give me orders.”

Lucien smelt it then. The fear permeating the air. Despite Nesta’s exterior, she was afraid.

Rhysand’s mouth curled into a cruel smile. “You want to go head-to-head, Nesta Archeron?” he purred. He gestured to the lawn seen from the window. “We’ve got plenty of space out there for a brawl.”

“That’s enough,” Feyre snapped at Rhysand. “I told you to keep out of it.”

Nesta took that chance to sit back down.

Feyre angled her head toward Rhysand, her nostrils flaring. “You can either leave, or you can stay and keep your mouth shut.”

Rhysand merely crossed his arms.

"You too," Feyre spat to Amen. The female harrumphed and nestled further into the couch.

Feyre twisted to face Nesta. “We need to make some changes,” she said hoarsely. “You do—and we do.”

"I'll take the blame," Feyre went on, "for allowing things to get this far, and this bad. After the war with Hybern, with everything else that was going on, it... You... I should have been there to help you, but I wasn't, and I am ready to admit that this is partially my fault."

“That what is your fault?” Nesta hissed.

“You,” Cassian answered. “This bullshit behavior.”

Lucien’s head jerked toward him, fury surging at the way he dared to speak to her.

"Look," Cassian went on, holding up his hands, "it's not some moral failing, but—"

"I understand how you're feeling," Feyre cut in.

"You know nothing about how I'm feeling."

Feyre plowed ahead. "It's time for some changes. Starting now."

"Keep your self-righteous do-gooder nonsense out of my life,” Nesta snapped.

"You don't have a life," Feyre retorted. "And I'm not going to sit by for another moment and watch you destroy yourself." She put a tattooed hand on her heart. "I decided after the war to give you time, but it seems that was wrong. I was wrong."

"Oh?" The word was a dagger thrown between them.

Rhysand tensed at the sneer, but still said nothing.

"You're done," Feyre breathed, voice shaking. "This behavior, that apartment, all of it— you are done, Nesta."

"And where," Nesta said, her tone mercifully icy, "am I supposed to go?"

Feyre looked to Cassian.

For once, Cassian wasn't grinning. "You're coming with me," he said. "To train."

Lucien was practically vibrating. A kettle of tea about to boil over.

“What?” Nesta demanded.

"As of this meeting," Feyre clarified, "you're moving into the House of Wind." She nodded eastward, toward the palace carved into the mountains at the far end of the city. "Rhys and I have decided that each morning, you will train with Cassian in Windhaven, in the Illyrian Mountains. After lunch, for the rest of the afternoon, you will be assigned work in the library beneath the House of Wind. But the apartment, the seedy taverns—all of that is over, Nesta."

Nesta’s knuckles went white against the chair’s arms. “I’m not moving to the House of Wind. And I’m not training with him.”

“It’s not up for negotiation,” Amren said.

“That’s enough,” Lucien cut in, voice sharp, lethal.

Every head turned.

Rhysand’s face darkened. “Lucien—this doesn’t concern you.”

“The hell it doesn’t,” Lucien snarled, moving to Nesta’s side. His hand hovered at her shoulder, a silent offer of support. “It’s why you asked me to come isn’t it?” he asked mockingly. “Nesta is my mate, accepted or not. And I won’t sit here while you treat her like some problem to be managed.”

Cassian shifted, uneasy. Amren merely rose a singular brow.

“She needs help,” Feyre said, frustration tightening her voice. “We’re giving her a chance—”

“A chance?” Lucien let out a bitter laugh. “Belittling and forcing someone against their will isn’t help, Feyre. It’s control. You should know better than this, considering you still hold Tamlin’s actions against me.”

Rhysand growled, low and menacing, but Lucien ignored him.

Lucien turned to Nesta then, his russet eye softening as it met hers. “Nesta,” he murmured, his voice a stark contrast to the rage he had just unleashed. “You don’t have to stay here. If you want to leave, come with me.” He reached out his hand, palm up, and waited.

He watched as something in her wavered. Something fragile, something that had been held together by sheer force of will alone. She searched his face, and Lucien let her. Let her look for the pity, the judgment she had come to expect. He knew she wouldn’t find it. All he had to offer was unwavering support.

And then, without a word, she rose from her chair and placed her hand in his.

Feyre surged to her feet, panic flickering in her eyes. “Nesta, wait—”

But Nesta didn’t. She didn’t look back.

Lucien’s grip on her tightened just slightly, steadying, anchoring. Then his flames swirled around them as they winnowed away. The last thing he saw before the world blurred was Feyre’s tear-streaked face.

And then they were gone.

The human lands were a nice reprieve from the madness they just fled. The rolling hills and dense forests stretched endlessly before them, so different from the glittering sprawl of Velaris.

The Band of Exiles Manor was large but modest, nestled near the edge of a sprawling forest. They had barely stepped onto the path leading to the house when Vassa ran to meet them, her fiery hair flowing behind her.

“What happened?” she demanded, her sharp gaze flicking between them.

Lucien’s hand remained grasped in Nesta’s. “It was an ambush. They were going to force her to go Windhaven with that overbearing bat,” he said darkly. “I wasn’t about to let them treat her like that.”

Vassa’s expression softened as she turned to Nesta. “You’re safe here,” she said, her voice gentler than Lucien had ever heard. “No one’s going to force you into anything you don’t want to do. Not on my watch.”

The firebird linked arms with Nesta, two queens in their own right walking toward the house together. Lucien knew Vassa was telling Nesta about her curse from the their heads were dipped down. About how she knows exactly what it’s like to be forced against your will.

Jurian stepped into the doorway, arms crossed, his usual smugness tempered by something more genuine. “Well, this will certainly make things interesting.”

Lucien shot him a look, but to his surprise, Nesta let out a quiet snort. And that—that—felt like the first real sign of life he had seen from her in too long.

The days passed slowly, quietly. Jurian and Vassa even tried to remain on their best behavior. Mostly.

There were no expectations here, no demands. Nesta wasn’t forced to train, to behave a certain way, to be anything other than herself. And Lucien was careful with her. He never pushed her to talk, never filled the silence with meaningless words. He simply was. A quiet presence beside her, a steady warmth at her side.

She unraveled slowly, like a thread being loosened from a tightly wound spool.

Lucien noticed the change in small ways—the way her shoulders lost their perpetual tension, the way she didn’t always stiffen when someone entered the room. The way she began to move through the house like she belonged there.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, he found her curled in front of the fireplace. The fireplace he used his magic to light after Nesta’s first reaction to the popping.

She sat with her legs tucked beneath her and one of Vassa’s romance books in her lap, but it remained closed. Lucien settled beside her without a word, close enough for his warmth to seep into her skin, but not touching.

Nesta’s voice was hesitant when she spoke. “You don’t have to sit with me.”

Lucien turned to her, studying the way she kept her gaze fixed on the fire as if she were afraid to look at him.

“I want to stay,” he said simply. “With you.”

She swallowed hard, her throat working against the weight of her own emotions. “I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you.”

Lucien exhaled softly, then reached for her hand. He moved slowly, giving her the chance to pull away. But she didn’t.

His fingers brushed over her knuckles, warm and steady. “You deserve everything, Nesta,” he murmured. “Especially love.”

She closed her eyes, her breath hitching. When she opened them again, they glistened with unshed tears. But she didn’t pull away.

“What you have been through,” Lucien cleared his throat, “it is unfathomable. Not just as a human, but even as a Fae… to go through so much in such a short amount of time. I’m so sorry you were not treated with more kindness afterward.”

“I don’t need to be coddled,” Nesta bit out.

His lips twitched. “No, of course not. You, Nesta Archeron, are made of steel. Unbreakable and unyielding. But some experiences should be handled carefully. Your heart, no matter how strong you are, should be treated as if it is the most fragile thing in the world. And you should be loved ceaselessly. No conditions, no ultimatums. Just loved, because you are you, and there is so much to love about you.”

Nesta stared at him in that assessing way of hers. Searching for any lies, any traps. There were none, and he knew she came to that conclusion when tears trailed down her cheeks.

“I don’t understand,” she whispered.

“What is there to understand?”

“Why? Because I am your mate?”

“No, not just because you are my mate,” Lucien chuckled softly. “Because you simply deserve love, Nesta. You are easy to love. Your sharp tongue does not make you unlovable, in fact, I find it endearing. And while I admire your claws and teeth, I hope that one day you will not feel like you need them. I know what it is like to be on guard at all times and it is exhausting. You must be so exhausted. I do not expect anything from you. This bond, while I have no qualms about, is not a priority right now. You are. You feeling safe, loved, and cared for is my priority.”

“Lucien..” she whispered, her voice cracking.

He wiped her tears with his knuckles, smiling sadly. “We both have some healing to do. The world has not been kind to us, and everyone has their ways of dealing with it. I do not hold those methods against you. You are not defined by those things. You are not defined by your past. The only person who can decide who Nesta Archeron is is you. And I cannot wait to meet her.”

Lucien froze as Nesta’s fingers brushed over his cheek, her thumb tracing the scar across his eye with a touch so gentle it sent a shiver down his spine. Then, before he could even process it, she kissed him. It was soft, barely more than a whisper of contact, but he felt it ripple through him like a spark igniting from head to toe.

“Thank you, Lucien,” she murmured. “I look forward to meeting you too.” Then she stood, poised as ever, and went up the stairs, but not before pausing to give him one last glance.

Lucien watched her go and pressed his fingers to his lips. It was then he knew—his heart belonged to Nesta Archeron.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Familiar Faces Part 2 – Jake Seresin

Part 1

Even though I wasn't training Jake and his team, the Admirals kept me on as their efficiency expert. Their big mission was two weeks away, and the trainees were getting more anxious.

After Maverick decided who would fly with him, I worried about Jake. But he seemed okay with it. He's still been training with everyone, but he claimed there wasn't as much pressure.

Plus, we started going out and got into a routine. After training, we'd pick up dinner and go back to my place. He'd end up staying so late that I didn't want him driving back to his apartment so he'd stay over. We'd fall asleep holding each other and wake up the same way. It was perfect and everything I wanted when we first met.

Until. . .

It's been a while since I had a nightmare I couldn't pull myself out of. Jake didn't know about my nightmares and ever since we started going out, I've been too embarrassed to tell him. All the nights he's slept over, I've barely slept in fear of him finding out.

Tonight, I couldn't stop it.

I woke up to someone shaking me and calling out my name. I gasped awake, a sob getting stuck in my throat. I looked around the room, my eyes taking a second to adjust to the lack of light in the room.

"Y/N?" Jake's soft voice whispered.

"Jake?" I had to double-check.

"Yeah," he said with a soft smile on his face. He reached over and cupped my face in his hand. "It's me, baby."

His eyes softened when he saw the tears in my eyes. I heard him sigh as he wrapped his arms around me, pulled me into his chest, and laid us down.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked once we were comfortable.

"It's nothing," I lied.

"Come on, Y/N," he sighed. "It took me almost ten minutes to wake you up. It was not nothing. Please, talk to me."

"It was about my mission," I whispered, my voice breaking. Jake didn't respond. Instead, he tightened his arms around me.

"Replay or worse version?"

"Kinda replay," I shrugged, "with a bit of pausing and replaying."

"Okay, you lost me," he said with a soft chuckle. I smiled a little but couldn't make myself laugh.

"In my dream, I kept trying to turn my plane away from the training facility," I said, my voice breaking at the end. "Every time I did, I was suddenly facing it again. Nothing I did worked."

As the tears burned my eyes, I tucked deeper into his side, burying my face in his shoulder. He reached up and started running his fingers through my hair.

"I'm sorry the Navy made you do that," he whispered. "I wish there was something I could've done."

"I wish you were with me," I mumbled.

"Me too," he sighed.

"There was something else," I said slowly.

"In your dream?" He asked, looking down at me. "What is it?"

"I dreamt about you."

"Y/N. . ."

"I dreamt about your upcoming mission," I continued, my voice breaking. "I dreamt that you guys went off and. . . it took a horrible turn and. . . You didn't come home to me. And I watched it from base, not able to do anything as you were shot down."

By the end of it, I broke into a sob. I curled more into him as I sobbed, "I can't lose you, Jake."

"You won't, Y/N," he said gently. "I promise. You are not going to lose me. Besides, I'm just the extra."

I know he was trying to make me feel better, but it didn't work. "If they need you, you have to go, Jake. No arguing. If they tell you to go, you go. You don't have a choice. Just because you're the spare doesn't mean you won't ever leave the ship. And when they send you, I can't stop them. I have to sit back and watch you go. I have to listen as you fly off. I have to sit back and I can't help you if you get into trouble. I have to just listen and watch that damn bubble as I lose you."

"Firefly," he cut me off using my callsign. He sat up, pulling me with him. He grabbed my hands and turned me toward him. "Truth is, we don't know what's going to happen in three days. We don't know if they're going to need me. The only thing that matters is that I know what I'm doing and I will do everything I can to make sure everyone on my team gets home."

"Including you?"

Jake smiled softly as he grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and slow. When he broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against mine.

"Including me."

* * * * *

I walked into base, my exhaustion from last night weighing me down. After my nightmare, we stayed up talking. I tried to get Jake to go to bed, but he was more focused on me.

"You okay, Y/L/N?" Captain Phillips asked as I walked into our shared office.

"I'm fine," I shrugged off. He gently grabbed my arm, stopping me from going to my desk.

"What's wrong, Y/N?"

"I just. . . I didn't sleep that well," I said slowly. As soon as I said it, the look in his eyes fell.

"Nightmares?"

"Yes," I said softly as I pulled my arm out of his grasp and walked over to my desk. I sat down as he followed me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Maverick asked gently.

"Jake talked me through it." My heart jumped into my throat when I realized what I said. "He talked me through it because. . . I had called him and. . ."

"It's okay," Maverick chuckled. "I know that you and Hangman are dating."

"Wait, you know?"

"I do," he smiled at me. "Hangman came to see me after you two first got together. He was worried that your being together would get you fired. He wanted to discuss it with me and ensure it was okay."

"I can't believe he told you," I said under my breath.

"He's crazy about you," Maverick said in a soft, fatherly tone. "Ever since you joined us, he's been different. He's been more focused, more driven, and less competitive. He's trying to prove himself without showboating. He's trying to be a better pilot, a better man, for you."

I looked down in hopes of hiding my blush. Maverick started to walk out of the office and stopped to pat me on the shoulder and whisper, "You've changed him, Y/N. In a good way."

I kept thinking about Maverick and my conversation throughout the rest of the day. As Maverick did some final training, I busied myself with running final checks on the planes and their systems.

Three days later, the team was to fly their mission. I walked through the ship, unable to calm myself. I figured that remaining in motion would help me not think about the possible risk.

I was passing the bunks when I was suddenly pulled into one of the rooms. I had just enough time to see that it was Jake before he pulled me close and pressed his lips to mine. As I slowly kissed him back, my heart sank into my stomach as I realized there was a chance that this would be our last kiss.

"What are you doing?" I gasped when he broke the kiss. "You're supposed to be getting your plane ready."

"I know," he smirked as he pulled me closer. "I just wanted to see my girl in case. . ."

"Don't," I cut him off and pulled away from him. I replaced his arms with mine. "I can't think about that, Jake. I can't think about the possibility of losing you."

"Baby," he said, dropping his voice to a whisper as he pulled me back. "I promise you that I will be careful."

"I know you will," I whispered back to him. I looked up at him, unable to stop myself. "I just can't lose you, Jake. I. . . I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N," he smiled. He slowly leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I threw my arms around him and started kissing him back. I forced ourselves to break the kiss before we could get too into it.

"Because you love me, I need you to be smart. I know you will do everything you can to help your team but. . ."

"I will do whatever it takes to come home to you, Y/N," he gently cut me off. He smiled as he added, "I love you, Firefly."

"I love you too, Serendipity."

* * * * *

As I sat in the control room, anxiously bouncing my knee. It felt like it didn't take long for things to go wrong.

"Dagger Two defending," Rooster said. "Shit, I'm out of flares!"

"Rooster, evade, evade!" Maverick yelled.

"I can't shake 'em! They're on me! They're on me!"

Maverick moved to be above Rooster and set off his flares, blocking Rooster from the SAMs. When he was hit, the room went silent.

"Mav! No!"

"Dagger One is hit!" Phoenix yelled. "I repeat, Dagger One is hit. Maverick is down."

"Dagger One, status," Rooster tried to request. "Status! Dagger One, come in!"

"I didn't see a parachute," Payback said.

"We have to circle back," Rooster demanded.

"Comanche. Bandits inbound. Single group, hot. Recommend Dagger flow south. One minute to intercept."

"Get em' back to the carrier now," Admiral Simpson instructed.

"All Daggers flow to ECP. You have bandits headed for you."

"What about Maverick?" Rooster asked.

"Tell him there's nothing he can do for Maverick, not in a damn F-18," Admiral Simpson commanded.

"Dagger Spare request permission to launch and fly air cover."

My heart jumped into my throat as I heard Jake's request. I held my breath, waiting for their approval. I looked and watched as Admiral Simpson shook his head.

"Negative, Spare."

I could practically see Jake angrily grumbling in his plane. Today was a reminder of why working for the Navy was so painful.

"Launch search and rescue," Admiral Bates commanded.

"Negative," Admiral Simpson said quickly. "Not with bandits in the air."

"But, sir, Maverick is still out there," Hondo said.

"We are not losing anyone else today," Admiral Simpson snapped. "Get them home, now."

"Dagger, you are not to engage. Repeat, do not engage. Dagger Two, return to carrier. Acknowledge."

They were greeted with nothing but silence.

"Acknowledge," they tried again.

"Rooster, those bandits are closing," Phoenix sighed. "We can't go back."

"Rooster, he's gone," Bob said quietly. "Maverick's gone."

* * * * *

We had no idea what happened next. Until. . .

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen."

"No," I mumbled. I turned toward Hondo with my heart in my throat. He reached over and gently grabbed my hand.

"Son of a bitch," we heard Rooster laugh.

"This is your savior speaking," Hangman continued. I knew he was joking but every word made my heart sink. "Please fasten your seat belts, return your tray tables to their locked and upright positions, and prepare for landing."

"Hey, Hangman," Rooster smirked, "you look good."

"I am good, Rooster," Hangman said instantly. "I'm very good. I'll see you back on deck."

"Damn it, Jake," I whispered under my breath. Unable to control my anger or calm my nerves, I left the control room.

I nervously paced as I waited for their planes to return. I watched as each one of the pilots came back.

The second I saw Jake's plane land, I felt like my heart was finally out of my throat. Tears burned my eyes as I saw him climbing out of his plane. My legs felt numb as I walked out to the tarmac. The second he jumped down from his plane, I saw Jake's eyes search for me.

When his eyes fell on mine, he smiled but I couldn't bring myself to return it. With his helmet in his hand, he walked over to me.

"I should be angry with you," I said, my voice breaking as tears started streaming down my face, "but I'm just relieved you're back."

Jake laughed as I jumped and wrapped my arms around his neck. We could hear everyone rushing to help Maverick and Rooster but all I could focus on was Jake in my arms.

"I'm sorry, love," he whispered subconsciously tightening his arms around me. "But when we thought we lost them both. . . I had to see for myself. I couldn't sit in my plane on the ship and do nothing."

"I know," I whispered as I started running my fingers through his hair. I smirked before adding, "Whatever happened to leaving your wingman out to dry?"

"What can I say?" He laughed as he broke the hug and looked down at me. "Love has the ability to change even the douchiest of douchebags."

I pouted as I tucked back into Jake's arms. "You're not a douche," I mumbled. "You were never like that with me."

[zephyr-ro-emenki]

I was recently introduced to the Idea of Percy being a reincarnated Odysseus and I have to say I'm in love. I've only really seen 1 fic with that idea so far, and I absolutely love it.

Because picture it, your Odysseus, you've returned home after 20 years, and you lived out the rest of your days as king alongside your family, passing on the title of king to your son, and still coping with all the horrors you saw in your journey, all the death you wrought, all of your trauma and regrets. Then one day, when your old, your wife probably having died before you met your natural end of old age, hoping to see her and be reunited in the afterlife, entrusting the kingdom you and your wife fought for to your son and Best Friend/Mentor/3rd member of your romantic relationship...

And then you and all your trauma are reborn as a Baby.

And you find out 12 years later that your father is Poseidon, the very God who tormented you for half your time away from home, and who made you into a man-made-monster.

And now, your new mother is stuck in a relationship with a absolutely Horrible man named Gabe who reminds him of the stories Penelope told him of the absolute worst of her Suitors. Your first and best friend in this new life acts so much like Polites that it Hurts, and you have to constantly stop yourself from calling him such. The first person you lock eyes with at camp is this blond girl who looks and reminds you so much of Athena that it hurts and makes you wish that Athena would accept your prayers after all these years.

And then, to top it all off, you, an Archer, are now stuck in a body that is absolutely Horrendous at Archery.

Obviously this must be Poseidon getting the last laugh and torturing you, it has to be.

Now picture how everyone else probably sees this.

Sally expected her newborn son Perseus's first words to be something normal like Mama or Dada or something, but instead his first words are "Penelope" and he's very protective of you, oftentimes referring to your 1st husband Gabe as "Another Suitor who will die by my blade" and your utterly confused on why he has so much faith that his true father will return to them and save them from Gabe (he thinks his father is just like him and is forced away by a war of some kind)

Grover expected this Demi-God he sensed at Yancy academy to be the standard for Demi-Gods, but instead he gets a Demi-God who slots in next to him like he's something that's been missing from him for his entire life, who gives off so many confusing combinations of emotions when he see's him, and who sometimes slips up and calls him "Polities" when he's in high stress situations or without realizing and he just has to cope that this Demi-God has his own name for him.

Poseidon is absolutely confused, because he's never interacted with his son once except for sneaking to meet him as a new born, but as soon as his son learns he is his father, his son is absolutely terrified and also unquenchably angry. He's terrified out of his mind whenever he's brought up, but when he's face to face with Poseidon himself, his anger in barely contained, held back by politeness and terror, a true trauma response and PTSD and he's left questioning who hurt him? Who made him so afraid of his father? He can't possibly have done anything to Percy, because he's never interacted with him before, but he's terrified as if he's spoken to Poseidon before and is on edge whenever he meets him. And he swears to hurt whoever made his son fear his own father.

And then Poseidon learns that Odysseus was reborn as his son and he has to realize that "Oh... I am the one who hurt my son."

And then the rest of the camp has to picture Percy as this contradiction of a kid. A kid who's strangely knowledgeable about Archery yet is terrible at it, a kid who could recite off every step of operating a Greek/Ithican warship and every form of ship or raft as if he had at least 30 years of experience with them despite being 12, who is a son of Poseidon who's absolutely terrified of getting into the ocean water, and who looks like he's never trained his body a day in his life but can effortlessly pull off disarming moves and put the camps best fighters on their ass with a few moves.

And then Sea of Monsters happens and Odysseus has that moment of "Oh Poseidon is REALLY fucking with me if he thinks I'm going through our entire journey a second time, except in reverse Order."

[mai-komagata]

yes, normally it is anon-hate. a notable one/the most egregious one i saw recently is what valar-did-me-wrong got. https://www.tumblr.com/valar-did-me-wrong/773856975579643904/guess-who-got-multiple-hate-anons-the-moment-i

given she is a multishipper that welcomes individually everyone who joins the fandom and doesn't post fandom drama, she isn't exactly the normal target of hate, which is why her story is especially compelling and I have no reason to disbelieve it. I guess you can choose to believe her or not. I was surprised with how few people shared her story, but I assume people just didn't see it?

but a lot of people have their stories of posting about the ship and getting anon asks or comments. The first post i made in the fandom I was told I was "mansplaining", "controlling how people ship" and "not obeying fandom etiquette", *despite me saying I liked the ship but with a darker vibe*. it just put me off about posting about it (it was my first and last post i tagged haladriel). And I've seen people comment over and over again on this issue. HikariElizabethBloom has a lot of anons on this, feel free to read them. I think people need to remember there are actual doxxers, haters, stalkers with political motivations that go from fandom to fandom doing the stuff you mentioned, like harassing the social media person -- but it isn't the run of the mill fans on tumblr. Those are right wing people who want to get the whole show cancelled. We don't need to fight amongst each other when those people are the real enemy.

(btw interpreting a fictional ship as "abusive" or interpreting it as "they are so in love" or anything else is not a personal insult one way or another. That is a just an opinion on things that happened on screen. People are free to disagree on that without calling each other names. I'm personally often in the "i ship it *because* they are abusive" so i don't see it as an insult...)

"Not ship shaming at all, I truly believe in "ship and let ship". Everyone should be free to enjoy their own interpretations and preferences without being harassed for it. But as someone who ships Haladriel, I have to say that I really wish more of us would acknowledge and call out the toxicity that some members of our ship’s community have been directing toward others?..... I’ve seen fans of different pairings, especially non-Saurondriel ships, being attacked just for existing, for enjoying their own ships, or even for simply having different interpretations of the show. And some of these attacks have been downright violent and disgusting. What’s depressing is how often this goes unaddressed. It feels like too many people in our community are either looking the other way or outright pretending it’s not happening. I can understand that speaking up can be intimidating, especially when the loudest voices are often the most aggressive ones. But the truth is, this kind of behavior isn’t just hurting other fans, it’s also giving Haladriel/Saurondriel as a ship a bad reputation. It makes it seem like we're all okay with this level of harassment, that we're okay with violence, when in reality many of us aren’t. Silence can sometimes feel like complicity, and I don’t want to be part of a fandom culture that allows bullying and toxicity to flourish unchecked. Again, this isn’t about telling people what they can or can’t ship. It's basic decency and respect for fellow fans. No ship, no fandom space, should be a place where people feel unsafe or targeted just for engaging with the story in their own way. And I hope more Haladriel shippers, myself included, can start holding each other accountable so that we don’t let a vocal toxic minority define how the rest of the fandom sees us."

[nothesunisadeadlylazer]

Bruh I've going crazy for these two. Anyway silly art based on the head canon that when Logan is finally happy and at peace he puts on a little weight and I (also really like boobs) love that so much 🥺🥺🥰🥰

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 167

Honestly, Danny is having such a good time right now. He gets to travel with Ellie, explore space, just have fun. Plus his secondary protector-instincts are having soothed despite him not technically doing any hero-ing anymore. Really his sister had the right idea when she decided she wanted to become a doctor, this is honestly a blast.

And if someone does end up passing away, well, Ellie is always happy to help soothe their spirit and guide them to the Realms where they can reach their respective afterlife. Or become a ghost. 

They are completely oblivious to the fact that there are now legends and entire temples dedicated to them now. Apparently accidental ascension is in fact a thing, as Dan later laughs at them about. 

[durudurururu]

I was just existing™ and I got an idea:

Wars, Sky, and Four bonding over finding (some) of their villains hot.

Time would be included with Time/Dark but he is currently married so not today. Maybe Wars/Dark instead? Or I could just make them have an open relationship of sorts Ig.

Outside of Link/Ganondorf (which includes most of the chain outside of Four, Wind, and TECHNICALLY Sky but Demise is basically Ganondorf), Sky/Ghirahim, Wars/Volga or Wars/Ghirahim (Cia/Wars is mostly written in a not ship way so excluding it), and Four/Shadow AKA Vio/Shadow is the most popular villain ships.

...So why not have them be gremlins over it?

Four: I'm married to someone who tried to kill me a lot, and who burned down a village with no remorse.

Time: Why would you date someone so evil?

Sky: I wish I could date the guy who kidnapped my Zelda and managed to revive Demise...

Time: ...Are you two possesed? And aren't you in a relationship with Sun already?

Warriors: I wish I could kiss the man who gave me a permanent burn mark on my hand and that worked with the woman that I still have nightmares of.

Time: ...Never mind.

[zishu-arts]

IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS DRAMA IM SO. NORMAL

IM NORMAL ABOUT THEM I SWEARRRRRRRR

[vladdyissues]

Not gonna lie, I think they'd be a super cute couple

[lucifer-kane]

idk if I'll draw this but I just had the visual of a two piece thing of Warren stealing a cigarette out of Gordon's pack while he's not around and the guy hasn't smoked since he was sixteen. He takes one drag and starts coughing up a lung and Gordon finds him and absolutely dunks on him for it

[minimoniii]

and they’re boyfriends

[bmpmp3]

why does everything i get really into always end up being so god damn niche. by the year 2035 i am going to be blogging exclusively about the interpersonal relationships between the pillbugs and snails hiding underneath the bricks lining the flowerbeds in my parent's garden.

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

I KEEP GETTING RECOMMENDED SO MANY DRAMIONE TWEETS HELP

I don't understand where they're all cOMING FROOMM why do they all HATE ASTORIA WHAT DID MY GIRL DO TO YALL BFFR LEAVE HER ALONE 🗣🗣

[toobittoquit]

100% same energy

[looking-cool-joker]

I just have Sal kissing Larry stuck in my head. I haven’t thought of that ship in years, and yet, they are still adorable.

[melanc0ffee]

posts art after 80 million years

Anyway, hi!! I've been reworking my characters for a while now, and now they have nice new refs that I can share. So, here's Áine and Fiachna! They have their own story, but they also appear in my main project (but not until much later and in different forms). They are married and they rotate in my brain constantly <3