#* thalia / some days you are the flower some days you are the rain !

[amoreva]

FEIGNING FOR YA’

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CHAPTER 1

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

summary: as a little childish act of rebellion, you try dating your friend, Luke Castellan, to really piss off your parents (for a actual real reason, not the small things they hate). what was supposed to be no strings attached turned into a little more than just childish revenge.

warnings: slow burn, college au, smau, fake dating to dating, cursing, clarisse x chris, aged up! pjo charcters, yn is older sister figure to percy, luke and thalia are older sibling figures to annabeth

a/n: i have re-written this one too many times and am still in the process of revising and proofreading to give you guys the best condition of the start of this fic series! So sorry for the delay!

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“Are we still friends?”

“What?”

“Can we be friends?”

“After all of this?”

“After all of this.”

It would be a disastrously great story to tell your grandkids (if you had grandkids). Quite embarrassing really, telling someone about how naive and oblivious you were (still are.)

It was spring. The flowers in full bloom. Allergies spreading like wildfire due to pollen. Thankfully, it was raining cats and dogs, so no stuffy noses tonight. You decided to come back from your hometown two days before spring break ended. As much as you were homesick after spending so long at college, your family made you feel homesick for college.

It was torturous. Questions and questions about your college life were thrown at you left and right. From potentially having a significant other to your major that you were taking to who you were friends with to being disappointed in your college major to asking about your grades to being disappointed you party to just being disappointed.

All in all, truly you loved your family. Really, you do. Your aunt made great pastries. Your dad a great cook. Your uncle made really funny (bad.) jokes. Yet, they found some way to critic your every decision and move you make. You hated it.

Your shoes squeaked on tiled stairs. Lugging up your suitcase, you just prayed you didn’t fall. The tiles were wet because people’s shoes were wet. You did not want to pay a hospital bill after barely paying for college.

By the time you got to your dorm, you were already half asleep, running on an overpriced yogurt parfait from the airport. The soft comforter of your bed calling out to you like a siren’s song.

You were lulling off to dreamscape when a loud ominous creak filled the silence. “C’mon. You gotta be better than that. Lock your doors.” Luke’s “charming” voice replaced your peace. “Some creep could waltz in and kidnap you in your sleep.”

“Supposed you’re that creep?”

Luke has been attached to your hip since highschool, freshman year. Both of you have suffered through each other’s numerous cringy phases (only to bring them up for the annual birthday post on instagram).

He was one of the friends your parents despise. They always ranted about how they’ve been a bad influence to you since highschool.

“Depends.” The bed dipped under his weight. “Do you think you look okay enough to go out?”

“I guess, but I feel disgusting.” You answered. Confusion swimming through your mind. Where was Luke going with this?

“Are you upset because of a recent event?”

“Kinda.”

“Upset enough to stay holed up the whole evening?” Luke rephrased.

“No.”

“Okay.” Decision.

You heard his windbreaker swish as his arms wrapped around your waist. “Luke!” Like a bag of potatoes you were tossed over his shoulder. “You fucking—!”

He grabbed what he was originally came in your dorm for and exited. Silena, Chris and Clarisse were waiting for Luke and now, you. “Welcome back!” Silena said, masking her shock.

No one knew you were coming back home early and Luke wasn’t surprised. As much as you wanted to stay in your dorm and sleep, you were glad to be with your friends.

The restaurant was loud and lively. The rain ceasing. College students were celebrating their final few days before classes started up again. The occasional drunks here to watch the multiple football games going on. Your friend group chose to celebrate.

The dim lighting was a stark contrast to the bright TVs that played various football and soccer games. Drinks slid down the bar into the awaiting consumer’s hand. Alcohol got everyone in a better mood during the night (though the same cannot be said the morning after).

A waiter placed down the five shots Luke had ordered, in toast of your unexpected return and the final days of spring break. The shot glasses made a tiny clink before the liquid burned your throat. It left a warm feeling in your chest.

Silena and Clarisse went to take photos via Chris the cameraman. The three went out to the porch of the restaurant bar. You opted out and Luke stayed with you. You weren’t exactly in the nicest clothes.

Another round of shots were placed on the table. Luke ran his fingers through his curls and checked his phone. “What’s bothering you?” He asked.

“What?” You tore your gaze from the two girls and looked at Luke.

“You said you were upset about something, but not too upset to not go out.” Luke explained. “Better to get it off your shoulders than to bottle it up.”

You roll your eyes at his last sentence and sat up in the cushioned restaurant chair. “Family.” Luke laughed a little at that. He’s known how perfect your family wants you to be.

You shove your face into your hands as if you were reliving the reunion all over again. “I didn’t even do anything bad or get in serious trouble this time!”

Luke nodded along slowly, taking in your every word. You can’t tell what he’s thinking as you continue on your little rant. Yet his face shifts as you rant.

“Why are your grades like that?”

“I saw your Instagram post. Drinking? Really?”

You parrot some of the questions your family said to you, with their fake smiles and judgmental eyes. You were old enough to drink! “And then they started talking my ear off about you all. Clarisse! Thalia, you—Silena and Chris” The list goes on. Luke knows it. You know it.

“Why are you friends with that temperamental girl? Lord knows the trouble you’ll be roped into with her.” You mocked your parents, aunts and uncles’ words. “I don’t like how that Thalia girl. Too rebellious, disrespectful too!”

“That one girl is an airhead. Head in the clouds.”

“Don’t get me started on that Luke boy again.”

“Get better friends.”

“Maybe you hang out with a different group.”

“They piss me off! And well maybe they’re concerned about my wellbeing, but—they keep harping me about everything little thing I do.” You groaned and rubbed your eyes exhausted. “Which is why I came back early.”

“So piss them off.” Like that was the hardest thing you do. You unintentionally trigger their judgmental side without even trying.

“What?”

“It’s what I do to my dad. I piss him off most of the time when he tries to come back.” Luke shrugged. “If they hate all of us so much. Date one of us, shit—date me, you’ve known me the longest. I think they’d be pretty pissed about you dating a bad influence.”

“That’s so childish.” You commented, but it was good, but it could work. Rebellion never hurt anyone that bad. Well, maybe your aunt will have a “heart attack”, but it should be fine.

And you were out of options to try and get your family off your back.

So the next afternoon, when Clarisse was out, Luke and you sat on your bed and conjured up a contract for this temporary relationship; a day before break was over.

“I don’t see why we need a contract.” Luke sipped on a juicebox. The sunlight providing a nice atmosphere in your dorm room.

“I saw it work on a show I watched kinda.” You whispered the word “kinda” under your breath. It was a long time since you’ve seen the show.

Luke raised an eyebrow and set the empty juice box on your desk. “So…uh—terms and conditions.” You typed out on a Google doc in big bolded letters. How do you start this?

“We could “date” from now until the start of summer? I think that is a long enough rebellion.” You suggested and looked at Luke. “I have to go back home for Easter and my little sister’s birthday, but then I have that family trip in summer…”

“Sure.” Luke agreed.

You looked at him silently asking him to elaborate. “From now until that family trip is over. I’ll go to Easter, the birthday and the trip.”

“You aren’t trying to mooch off me for the trip are you?”

Luke slid the computer to him and typed out the first terms and conditions. He ignored your question with a smile and a shake of his head. “You have to come with me when it’s Mother’s Day though.”

You agreed to that relatively quickly. Your mom and dad were always out of town that day. “I’m fine with kissing on the cheek and forehead and holding hands, if you are?”

“What? No lips?” Luke teased with a grin.

“I haven’t had my first kiss yet.” You muttered in embarrassment.

“Fine, no lips.” You were slightly surprised Luke didn’t tease you for not having your first kiss yet. He typed it on the computer. “And no sex.”

“No sex.” You agreed. “And we cannot let the others know. They’ll start talking and then it’ll get to my family somehow—”

“Okay…no sex and no talking about the fake relationship.” Luke chucked and typed it on the computer. “This seems good enough for a contract right?” He still thinks the contract is stupid.

You smack his shoulder. “This is serious, Luke! If I wanna piss of my parents I have to do it right.”

“Okay, sweetie.” He spoke sarcastically and typed his name at the end of the document. You did the same. “But there is no right way to piss off someone. You just do.”

After signing the temporary dating contract, Luke and you talked about the story of how you got together.

Luke and you supposedly have had some unrequited feelings during highschool. Both of you began talking over spring break after a drunk conversation and decided to give dating a shot.

Then, there was the fact that Luke and you had to announce the relationship. So, social media it was. Which prompted you to grab his hand. “Where are we going?” Luke asked as he was dragged off your bed.

“A cafe.” You held his hand, fingers lacing together. “I’m hungry after all that and it would be great publicity if we went out holding hands.”

“Whatever you say.” Luke rolled his eyes, though he didn’t mean it. “Then I guess I’ll be the good boyfriend and pay.”

“Really?” You asked and looked back at him.

He shrugged. “Why not.”

Luke and you held hands and talked about whatever came to mind. Like you usually did as bestfriends. He opened the cafe door for you and paid for your food and drink.

Maybe “dating” Luke won’t be the worst thing ever. Rebelling doesn’t seem to be all that bad now. Maybe everything will turn out fine. You rebel against your perfect family and Luke will get a free trip as a reward. Yeah, you’re sure things will turn out okay. Maybe.

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taglist:

@happy-mushrooms @m00ng4z3r

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan fic series #college au #pjo smau #clarisse la rue #chris rodriguez #silena beauregard

[alder-saan]

The Path of Poisons .5

Sweet Brier

Larissa Weems x Gn! Oc

the Path of Poisons masterlist . [01] . [02] . [03] . [04] . [05] . [06] . [07] . [08] . [09]

words count: 1.2k

WARNING: I'm translating this from French to English. As it takes sooooo much time to do it myself, I use an automatic translator. BUT neutral doesn't exist in French so even if I proofread to change every "he/him/his" or "she/her/hers" in "they/them/their" I might miss some.

"Yeah, hello Thalia?"

*Rei ? Are you ok?*

"Yes, yes."

They switched the phone to her ear and jammed it with their shoulder so they could do their nails properly, sitting at the small table in their tiny greenhouse. At the other end of the receiver, they could hear Thalia tinkering.

"Say, I'm calling about your proposal to advise me to Mrs. Weems."

*Yeah? Have you thought about it?*

"Mostly I asked if the florist needed people and she said no, so well…"

*perfect, I'll plead your case*

"You don't tell her who I am, you just say I have degrees in botany, which is true. No mention of the book, no mention of ANYTHING that would allow him to identify me."

*okay boss!*

"So, how are things with Elizabeth?"

*Pretty good.*

"I'd like to meet her one day!"

*If you become a teacher, you'll meet her. Ouch, shit!*

"Are you okay?"

*Yeah, yeah, I pricked myself with a tooth from my saw.*

Rei chuckled and then made a face, they had a little overflow with their black varnish.

"What are you doing?"

*I'm making a birdhouse.*

"It's a little late, you know?"

*It will be useful for next year.*

"Especially for the wasps…"

*Well, it's gonna be a wasp house.*

"Be careful, 200 stings are deadly."

*who gets stung 200 times?*

"I don't know..."

*Well, I'll leave you to it, and submit it to your new crush right away.

"Stop calling her that."

*Don't act like she doesn't do anything to you. What did you say last time? "Why does she have to be so beautiful?"*

"Yeah, okay, I think she looks pretty good. But that doesn't mean she's my crush!"

*Yeah, for sure. Ciao.*

"Ciao"

And Thalia hung up. Rei tried to slide her phone along their arm. They couldn't touch it with their hands, because of the nail polish that wasn't dry. They waved their hands a little to dry it and then went back to their little house. They wanted to buy some flowers. They put on their jacket, their shoes, and then got on their bike. The city was not far from the land they had inherited, and from the little house that was on it.

After about 15 minutes of pedaling, they arrived in the city center. They hung their bike on a fence and walked through town to the florist. They stood for a while and looked at all the plants on all sides. The urge to buy everything on the spot was growing inside them. They looked for the flowers they liked best to put in a bouquet in ther house. Sweet brier. It's nice, it's pretty. They asked the florist for a big bouquet and she went to prepare it.

The door opened. It was Larissa, in her perfect updo, perfect dress and perfect make up. Rei tried not to stare.

"G… Good morning, Mrs. Weems."

"Oh, please, call me Larissa. May I call you Raine?"

"Of course you can."

Apparently, Thalia hadn't told her yet about the job. Good.

"Do you know anything about flowers, Raine?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you. There are so many choices, I could use some advice."

"Well it depends on the occasion, is it for someone? Is it just to look nice in your living room? If it's a gift, who do you want to give it to? A relative? A friend? A lover? And then if it's for you, it depends on where you want to put it, and what that place looks like."

Larissa thought for a while. She hadn't anticipated all these questions.

"Well… I'm not sure. It was to put in my office at Nevermore. I like a little color."

"So you can match your office colors, or your colors…. Red roses would go great with the color of your lip ink."

Larissa blushed. Was Raine flirting with her?

"Oh, I see… But red roses are really meaningful… Isn't there something a little more… Neutral? Understand, I don't want everyone to start speculating about a fictitious lover."

"You're single!"

That wasn't a question. It was an observation, and amazement. Maybe a little hope, too.

"Uh… yes. Is that a problem?"

"What? No! I just… I just thought that a woman like you couldn't be single."

"What's a woman like me?" Larissa laughed a little. "And why is that?"

"I thought all the most beautiful women were already in a relationship."

They smiled at her. Larissa looked away, trying to hide her pink cheeks. She coughed.

"So, what do you recommend?"

"In that case, I think primroses would be great. You can choose the color."

"Renewal, huh?"

"Absolutely."

She smiles at Rei.

"Can I buy you a coffee?"

"I'd really like to, but I'm busy, I have to go home. It wasn't sensible to come to this store, I could spend all day here."

They headed for the counter when the florist notified her that her bouquet was finished. Larissa's smile disappeared when she saw the bouquet of sweet briers.

"Nice to see you again, Larissa Weems."

"Yes, thank you again."

Rei left, and put the bouquet of flowers in the little basket they had on the back of their bike. They were a little embarrassed that Larissa had seen the flowers… She might wonder.

Sweet briers, huh? Did they mean to give them to someone? Maybe it was nothing? Or was she mistaken? She had to check the meaning of the rosehip. She pulled out her phone as Thalia's number came up. Larissa picked up immediately.

"Hello, Thalia?"

*Hello, Larissa. I'm calling because I have a new candidate for the botany teacher position.*

"Who is it?"

*Raine. They've studied botany extensively. They don't know much about teaching but I can teach them. To be honest, they're going to run out of money soon and are desperate for a job, so I told them I'd plead their case with you.*

"Uh… Yes, we'll think about it, tell them to make a form, you will bring it to our next meeting."

*no problem, thank you very much.*

Don't forget to tell them to apply for housing if they want to sleep on the academy. And if they want to live there with someone else, they should specify that.

*They has a house, I think it will not be useful*

"Have a nice day"

*You too*

Larissa hung up the phone, a little annoyed. She had tried to get information about Raine's potential relationship status, but it hadn't worked… But who buys a house to live alone? Oh well, too bad. If Raine wasn't single, she wasn't going to make a big deal of it either.

[nirikeehan]

Happy Friday! Seems like “backmasking” from obscure sorrows would be perfect for Thalia & Pravin

THANK YOU RO it absolutely would 🥺

backmasking n. the instinctive tendency to see someone as you knew them in their youth. 

I tried to get all whimsical with this one. The lyrics to the song quoted come from Tongue-Tied by Emily Portman, which I am currently obsessed with.

WC: 1387

For @dadrunkwriting

Pravin belongs to the lovely @monocytogenes

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“Come on,” Pravin needles her, “just one song.”

“Absolutely not,” Thalia snaps.

“Are you sure? The innkeeper already said if we provide the night’s entertainment, the rooms are free. I’ve seen Josephine’s ledgers; the Inquisition could use the extra coin.”

“Ugh,” Thalia retorts, and Pravin sees her not as the young woman she is, but the girl of his memories. Twelve years old, her face unmarked, hair bound in twin plaits trailing down her back. Stubborn then, too, but hardly afraid of the limelight. 

They’re in a no-name village at the base of the Frostbacks, southern Ferelden. It’s not Pravin’s first time traveling with the Inquisition in an official capacity, but it is the first he’s accompanied by Thalia and her field team. He has a contact to meet on behalf of Leliana in Elmridge, while Thalia intends to look for soldiers missing in some Maker-forsaken place called the Fallow Mire. They’ll part on the road on the morrow, and Pravin will silently worry about her until he sees her return to Haven in a few weeks. 

The inn is small, ramshackle and wooden, not enough to accommodate the Inquisition’s entire retinue. But after several days of camping in rain-saturated tents, Pravin needs something to remind him he’s still a civilized member of society. It was easy enough to befriend the minstrels as they tuned their instruments in the common room, easier still to learn their usual vocalist was sick at home with damplung. Not long after, his stage persona, Fidencio Frye, made his Fereldan debut. The locals are miners and farmers, easy to please with drinking songs and sea shanties. Only then did his cousin slink in from the stables, her green cloak soaked through, stunned by how little time it had taken him to get the entire place under his spell. 

“I’d rather sleep outside,” Thalia says.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Pravin cuts in. “In this abysmal weather? You’ll catch your death. Ranulf and Wymond are true professionals; they can play anything.” He motions to the musicians beside them: two huge, hairy ginger Fereldans — brothers, they claim. Pravin leans in and whispers in Thalia’s ear, “Don’t you want to impress the smallfolk with your heavenly talents, Herald?” 

“You are insufferable,” Thalia retorts, but there is a hint of amusement to her voice. 

“I’m serious. We’re in the arse-end of nowhere. These people wouldn’t know proper culture if it bit them.” That elicits a small giggle, a sound Pravin is all too glad to hear. “Besides, you used to love performing at all the family gatherings.” 

“That was before,” Thalia says softly, though does not elaborate on before what. Pravin can fill in the blanks himself: before the Circle, before some meathead Templar scarred her face, before she had to make herself small and quiet to survive.

“Yes, well,” Pravin says, stifling the anger clawing its way up his throat, “no time like the present to get some practice in, hmm? A Herald with stage fright won’t go very far.”

“I really wish you’d stop calling me that,” Thalia grumbles. She pulls away from him, angles her head toward the minstrels and asks in her politest tone, “Do you know The Lady of Thistledown?”

Pravin’s heart swells. “That one always was your favorite.” His voice is soft, nearly drowned out by the tuning of Ranulf and Wymond’s lutes.

Thalia removes her wet cloak and hangs it on a peg by the crackling fire. She sits on the stool next to the minstrels — back straight, shoulders forward, face set in determination. Pravin remembers a garden party where she sat just like that, flowers woven into her hair, to sing the same song. She played the high harp, and Pravin strummed on a lute. Nevarran make, that lute, a gift from an admirer, its sound rich and smooth. His bad hand twitches and aches. In his dreams he still plays it, and the chords sound divine. 

Pravin pulls up another stool beside her as the crowd grows silent and the Fereldan musicians start up the old familiar melody. It’s a round, with a few solo verses before the second singer comes in. Thalia used to pluck the harp with such deliberate care, her child’s high, clear voice filling the air. 

She watches him and not the inn guests, with their trenchers of stew and homespun clothes. The firelight from the hearth dances off the red of her hair. Grown now, she coils the long braids around her head in a crown. She taps out the beat with her foot, sways in time with the music.

“Tongue-tied, I am bound To weave my words with thistledown Sickle moon on the moor Turns thistledown silver and fingers raw.”

Her voice has matured. It still carries a sweet cadence, but there’s a fragility to it he does not remember from her youth. Pravin supposes they did not allow her to sing much at the Circle, unless it was the Chant of Light.

“I dye a thistle thread Green for the woods where I make my bed Where the ravens sing, the ravens sing ‘Free us of our weary wings.’”

He recalls sitting with a young Thalia by the fountain in the Trevelyan estate’s back gardens, discussing the tale told in the song. The Lady of Thistledown is an old Free Marcher legend: a highborn girl taken from her family, carried away to the deep forests, the realm of the ravens. They afflicted her with a curse, no less. Her voice was stolen away so that she could tell no travelers of her plight. 

You certainly like the tragic tales, Pravin told her, skimming his unblemished hand across the cold fountain water.

They’re more interesting that way, she told him primly, a child who had known no hardship.

“They sing, ‘Weave and spin, weave and spin Seven shirts for Raven kings Bite your tongue, swallow your tears Tongue-bound, stitch-tongue for seven years.’”

Why doesn’t she just run away? Thalia asked Pravin. Why does she have to do what the Raven kings say? They don’t even keep her locked up.

Sometimes, Pravin said softly, prisons are difficult to see, but you can still feel them.

He thinks about this now, knowing how long the Mage-Templar war has dragged on. Thalia stayed in the Ostwick Circle all that time, despite displaying no love for the place. The dark ink of her tattoo stands out against her pale skin. Each link of its ring around her right eye is accented by spikes, reminding him of the bars of a cage. Someone leaned over her girlish face and put each one there, with care he could only call perverse. His bad hand clenches painfully into a fist.

“I dye a thistle thread White for the tears I will not shed Pale fingers, worn red-raw Red for the tongue I move no more.”

Thalia’s voice wavers, her eyes gone glassy. Pravin thinks perhaps he should not have let her choose this song. He reaches out and touches her shoulder. She glances at him, startled, but he is relieved that she does not pull away. He smiles and jumps into the final chorus, a repeat of the first, starting the round. 

“Tongue-tied, I am bound To weave my words with thistledown Sickle moon on the moor Turns thistledown silver and fingers raw.”

Do you think she ever escapes? asked little Thalia. 

I don’t know for sure, Pravin said, but there must be a reason there’s two singers at the end, mustn’t there? 

Thalia’s voice catches in her throat, but she keeps up with his smooth tenor. Their melodies intertwine, and the Fereldans’ lutes reach a crescendo. When the song fades, they are met by enthusiastic applause. Pravin stands and bows with a flourish. Thalia remains seated, face flushed, surreptitiously wiping her eyes with a knuckle.

“See?” Pravin says, beaming at her. “You’ve not lost your touch.” 

Bashful, Thalia turns away. “It’s not the same.” 

“No,” Pravin concedes in a low voice. “I suppose not.” 

Makeup, he thinks suddenly. A little Orlesian stage makeup. Good enough quality ought to cover up anything, even a tattoo that prominent. There’s more than one way to escape one’s past, that much Pravin knows. 

He takes her hand and draws her to her feet. This time, Thalia follows his lead, and they bow together.

#thalia trevelyan #pravin talavera #pravinquisition #fics #dragon age drunk writing circle

[skyaches-aaa]

Thalia THRIVES at the Winter Palace. She is an Inquisitor who is less focused on battle tactics than she is diplomacy. She navigates all of it with grace and is so trusted by the attendees that convincing them Florian is behind it all is no issue at all. Honestly , she must be Josie’s dream Inquisitor with how well she handles herself and any issues that arise like this. She brings Vivienne , Cassandra , and Blackwall because she believes that having an all human party would make a better impression on the rampantly racist Orlesians and these three either know what they’re doing or their reputation is enough to be a benefit all on its own.

#* thalia / some days you are the flower some days you are the rain ! #look she's smart and cunning and she does feel a little bad #about bringing an only human party intentionally #but she also knows the reality #and in her own way she is trying to protect her companions #from having to hear rabbit and ox and the like #and any bad mouthing of 'vints' #or having c.ole hide away the whole party #and v.arric just gets a pass from all the politics because he's her fave rogue #and she herself is already one so they're good on party comp lol

[princessjaqulinechess1031]

Interesting

Description: Damian and Marinette have a rainy day date.

Characters: Damian Wayne, Marinette Dupain-Cheng

The rain poured down on Gotham, the streets lit up with the headlights of cars and the reflection of light posts off the thin flood of water on the street. Damian and Marinette sat inside the café, steam rolling up from their coffees and twisting the smell of mocha and cinnamon from Marinette’s coffee up into their noses. Marinette took a sip of her coffee, looking out of the window with a sigh and leaned her head against her hand.

“I love the smell of the rain,” Marinette said softly. Damian raised a brow.

“You can smell the rain?” Damian asked. Marinette nodded, her pigtails bouncing.

“Oui. Can you not?” Marinette said. Damian shook his head.

“Smells like a normal Gotham day to me,” Damian said. “What does it smell like to you?”

Marinette sighed and leaned back in her chair with a smile.

“Like…..fresh paper and the wafting of flowers,” Marinette said. Damian grinned at her.

“Sounds like a lovely smell,” Damian said. Marinette nodded. It was, it was one of her favorite smells. It reminded her of busy days back in the bakery of her youth, when the rain was pouring, and Papa and Maman would bake fresh bread with her. Even now, she could almost feel the heat of the oven and the laughter of her parents. Oh, how she missed them.

She used to not be able to think of them without at least one tear. But now…now she could think of them with a smile, without the marring that Hawkmoth had left on her family. A hole would always be left in her heart in the shape of her parents, but the hole was scabbed over. Still there, still in pain, but no longer bleeding blood so thick it threatened to drown her.

She heard a rustling in her bag, and she looked down to see Tikki’s antenna poking out. Marinette smiled and broke off a piece of the muffin she had bought and brought it down for her kwami to eat.

Damian laughed under his breath at the motion. “Tikki hungry?”

Marinette nodded and then shut her bag again once she was certain her little friend was fed.

“Thankfully, Tikki is much nicer about it than Plagg,” Marinette chuckled. Damian rolled his eyes.

“I’m the son of a billionaire, and I still don’t know how Adrien manages to afford to feed Plagg,” Damian joked. Marinette giggled and Damian reached across to peck a bit of her muffin off. Marinette playfully slapped his hand away but let him get away with a piece anyway.

“My muffin,” Marinette said in a mock-stern voice. Damian popped the piece of muffin into his mouth with a smug grin, and Marinette had to fight not to roll her eyes.

“You could have got your own,” Marinette said, “if you’re so hungry.”

“It’s more fun if I steal it from you,” Damian said. Marinette sipped her coffee, relishing the warm taste in the cool Gotham air. Though it was warmer in the coffee shop than out in the open, the rain put an inescapable chill that was impossible to ignore.

“My maman, she used to make the best muffins,” Marinette said. The scab clenched but did not reopen. “She used to make orange blossom muffins, and they were the best in all of Paris.” She smiled wistfully, eyes glistening as her mind wondered to a different time and place. “She taught me how to do it, but the first few times I just burnt them all!”

Damian chuckled. “I’m sure Alfred would let you make them some time, if you asked.”

“Do they sell orange blossom in America?” Marinette asked. Damian shrugged.

“I don’t know,” Damian said. “I don’t often do the shopping. I’m sure Alfred has his ways though.”

Marinette had to agree with him on that one. The Wayne family butler and closest confidante she was sure could take over the world, procuring orange blossom was probably a drop in the hat for him.

“Monsieur Pennyworth probably could,” Marinette said. Damian laughed once, lightly, and then crossed his arm on the table.

“Maybe you could teach me? My mother was never one for baking, so I never learned,” Damian said, eyes downcast. From all that Marinette had heard of one Thalia al Ghul, it sounded completely character for her to never teach Damian something as simple as baking. Or spend the time to teach him, regardless. Damian was never one to ask for help, so Marinette was obliged to agree to teach him.

She reached across and laid her hand on top of his.

“Of course, ma moitié,” Marinette said. “Maybe I can teach you the family secret for croissants!”

Damian laughed under his breath. “Let’s not get carried away.”

Marinette looked outside and noticed that the rain had let up to only a small drizzle. She picked up the pink umbrella by her seat as she stood, sticking out a hand to Damian as a symbol to follow her.

“Come on, let’s head back while the rain has calmed down,” Marinette said. Damian took her hand and followed her out. Marinette held the umbrella in one hand and her coffee in the other. Damian had discarded his when they left, saying it wasn’t that good anyway, but Marinette figured it was an excuse to take the umbrella from her so he could hold her hand.

Which he did after about a minute. Because Damian had already asked one vulnerable thing of her (to teach him how to bake), and so asking another was out of the question. Damian was a softie deep down under his grumpy veneer, but very rarely could he express that tenderness verbally. And Marinette was fine with it, if it meant she got to hold his hand.

The tip of Marinette’s boots wetted just a little, and she knew she would have to let them dry for a day or two before she could wear them again.

They walked in silence with their hands connected as the strolled through the drizzly day of Gotham back to the Manor. Marinette shut her eyes and leaned her head against Damian’s shoulder as they walked, finding warmth in him in the slight chill of the air.

“You really should walk with your eyes open, nawaret aynaya,” Damian said. Marinette hummed and opened her eyes lightly.

“It’s more fun this way,” Marinette said. “Adds danger to my day.”

Damian squeezed her hand tightly and kissed the top of her forehead.

“And being a superhero isn’t danger enough?” Damian asked softly. Marinette shook her head and propped her head up on Damian’s shoulder. The two came to a stop at the corner of a street, neither looking in front of them.

“What can I say?” Marinette said. “I’m a glutton for adventure.”

“Interesting,” Damian said. Damian leaned down and kissed her lips softly, and Marinette smiled into the kiss. Her coffee was forgotten, accidently dropped to the ground as she curled her arms around his neck. The coffee spilled on her boots, but she could not find it within herself to care.

Damian pulled away from her, looking down at her through half-lidded eyes.

“interesting,” breathed Marinette, before she reached back and brought him in for another kiss.

Notes:

it's FEARLESS day! this fic was partially inspired by the song "Fearless" by Taylor Swift, which she re-released today on the Fearless (Taylor's Version) album. I'm a Swiftie, what can I say?

Chapter Bible Verse:

"And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity." -- 1 Corinthians 13:13.

Questions, comments, or concerns? Let me know! Have a blessed day!

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[magick-with-a-k]

Witchy Knowledge with Waya!

🔱Greek Deities🔱

Hi there! Long time, no post, I know 😅

By popular demand, here’s a list of Greek gods and goddesses, their correspondences, and some offerings for them :)

~As with all posts, this is my take, my opinion, my knowledge. If you make your magick in a different way, great! Don't hate on other ways of the Craft. As I say again and again, there's no wrong way to witchcraft.~

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Air/Sky

- Gods: Aeolus, Anemoi, Boreas, Eurus, Notus, Zephyrus, Aparctias, Apheliotes, Argestes, Caicias, Circios, Lips, Thraskias, Euronotus, Atlas, and Skeiron

- Goddesses: Aura, Isis, and the Aurai (Aurai are nymphs)

- Offerings: Air related plants, chimes, music, and feathers

Animal/Nature/Earth/Plant/etc

- Gods: Actaeon, Apollo, Aristaeus, Cronus, Dionysus, Oxylus, and Pan, as well as Satyrs like him

- Goddesses: Artemis, Chloris, Cybele, Demeter, Gaea, Horae, Hegemone, Persephone/Kore, Physis, Rhea, Antheia, Apate, Anthousai, Dyrads, Epimeliades, Hamadyrades, and Meliae. (The last 5 are all types of Nymph related to the earth)

- Offerings: Plants, stones, gems, earthy foods, acts of kindness towards the earth and animals (volunteering, cleaning up trash, planting trees, etc)

Arts/Music/Dance/etc

- Gods: Apollo, Zeus, Dionysus

- Goddesses: Athena, and the Muses (Thalia, Melpomene, Cleo, Euterpe, Erato, Terpsichore, Calliope, Urania, and Polyhymnia/Polymnia)

- Offerings: Handmade art, dances, songs, wine

Chaos/Discord/Strife/etc

- Gods: Alastaor, Chaos, Tartarus, Deimos, Momus, Typhon, Zelus

- Goddesses: Até, Nemisis, Eris

- Offerings: Rotten fruit, messy art, dead plants, blades, bones, blood, anger

Childbirth/Children/Fertility/Life/etc

- Gods: Eros, Heracles, Pan, and Priapus (fun fact, although Dionysus is associated with Phallic symbols, he is not a (major) fertility god! Think of him as a god of casual sexual fun and expression.)

- Goddesses: Aphaea/Aphaia, Demeter, Eileithya

- Offerings: Play, children’s toys, breast milk, womb/placenta/etc imagery, baby dolls, fresh fruits

Communication/Messages

- Gods: Hermes

- Goddesses: Isis

- Offerings: Writing implements, paper, prayer, communication

Death/Underworld/Afterlife/etc

- Gods: Charon, Hades, Thanatos

- Goddesses: Hecate, Mania, Persephone/Kore, Styx, Clotho, Lachesis, Atropos

- Offerings: Deadly herbs, pomegranates, Fire, rich soil, gems, death, antiques

Fall/The harvest/Food/etc

- Gods: Aristaeus, Attis, Heracles, Priapus

- Goddesses: Antheia, Apate, Demeter, Gaia, Rhea, Cornucopia/Abundantia (Amalthea, technically an animal)

- Offerings: Apples, wheat, honey, scythes, sickles, seeds, grains, bread

Fame/Renown/Riches/Wealth/Heroes/Athletes/etc

- Gods: Dinlas, Hephaestus, Heracles, Hermes, Plutus, Hades

- Goddesses: Pheme, Tyche

- Offerings: Statues, gold, coins, prayers, adoration, laurels

Fire

- Gods: Hephaestus

- Goddesses: Hestia

- Offerings: Fire herbs and stones, bonfires, candles, coals, metals

Home/Hearth/Family/etc

- Goddesses: Hestia

- Offerings: Fire in a fireplace, love, brick from a home, pinecones

Justice/Judgement/Law

- Gods: Alastor, Zeus

- Goddesses: Dike, Demeter, Themis

- Offerings: Scales, scythes, righteous acts, silver

Knowledge/Wisdom

- Gods: Apollo, Prometheus

- Goddesses: Athena, Metis

- Offerings: Books, writing, studying, researching, apples, tea, coffee, silver

Love/Beauty/Sex/Marriage/Women

- Gods: Eros, Hymenaios, Priapus, Pan

- Goddesses: Aphrodite, Hera, Peitho, All Nymphs

- Offerings: Romance, love, sex, self love, roses, flowers, brushes, sweets, candles, mirrors

Luck(bad and good)/Changing Luck

- Gods: Caerus, Eurus, Hermes

- Goddesses: The Fates

- Offerings: Aventurine, clover, dice and cards, liquor, green candles, apples, almonds

Magick/Prophecy

- Gods: Apollo, Hermes

- Goddesses: Bia, Hecate, Selene, Calypso, Circe, Oracles

- Offerings: Anything purple, plants for psychic enhancement (like mugwort), tea, mirrors, crystal balls, crone, maiden, and mother statues, triple moon sign, moon glyphs, runes

Moon/Night/Darkness/Stars/Dreams/Sleep/etc

- Gods: Aether, Crios, Erebus, Hesperus, Hypnos, Morpheus, Uranus, Oneiroi (demons, usually depicted as male)

- Goddesses: Achelois, Artemis, Astraea, Nyx, Selene, Urania, Keres (spirits of the night, usually depicted as female)

- Offerings: Moon Art, herbs related to the Moon, good sleep, silver, Moonstone

Peace/Joy/Hope/Harmony/etc

- Goddesses: Elpis, Harmonia

- Offerings: bright flowers, sweet songs, smiles, laughter, play

Protection/Healing/Medicine/etc

- Gods: Apollo, Asclepius, Dinlas, Heracles, Paean

- Goddesses: Achelois, Hygea

- Offerings: healing and protective herbs, protective runes, citrus fruits, self-care, baths, keeping yourself well-maintained

Spring

- Gods: Pallas

- Goddesses: Persephone/Kore

- Offerings: Greens, seeds, songs, eggs, blooming flowers

Summer

- Gods: Notus, Apollo

- Goddesses: Horae

- Offerings: Sun art, sweet wine, sport and play, summer herbs

Sun/Day/Light/Time

- Gods: Aether, Apollo, Helios, Phosphorus, Cronos, Crios

- Goddesses: Alectrona, Eos, Hemera

- Offerings: Sun art, herbs gathered in the daylight, mindfulness, hard work, cool drinks, hourglasses, watches/clocks

The Hunt/Archery/The Wild/etc

- Gods: Apollo, Heracles, Pan

- Goddesses: Artemis, Persephone/Kore, Rhea, Gaia

- Offerings: Fresh meat, water, dog/hound statues, arrows, antlers, walking in nature, burnt offerings

War/Warriors/Victory/Men/etc

- Gods: Ares, Dinlas, Kratos, Pallas, Zeus, Kydoimos (a demon of battle)

- Goddesses: Athena, Nike, Enyo

- Offerings: Blood, blood stone, blades, bones, war water

Water/The sea/Rain/Sailors/etc

- Gods: Achelous, Glaucus, Nerus, Oceanus, Pontus, Poseidon, Pricus, Triton

- Goddesses: Alcyone, Amphitrite, Brizo, Calypso, Celaeno, Ceto, Doris, Styx, Thetis

- Offerings: Sand, shells, clean up of water areas, meditation, blessed water

Weather

- Gods: Aeolus, Boreas, Eurus, Notus, Zephyrus, Zeus, Poseidon

- Goddesses: Hera, Demeter

- Offerings: Rainwater, enjoying the weather, prayers, dance, cotton

Winter

- Gods: Boreas

- Goddesses: Khione

- Offerings: Berries, bonfires, meat, hard liquor, warm drinks, winter herbs, mead, furs

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That took a WHILE to type haha. I’ll post the Norse gods and goddesses later. I hope you enjoy the post, and I’m always open to answer any questions! Blessed be and have a great day 💕

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[forevfangirlwrites]

Roses and Regrets

A/N: Thanks to @yourtrashyfangurl​ for selecting the prompt from here!

She hasn’t talked to Percy in two weeks.

She’s acutely aware of the fact too. You’d notice if one of your closest friends suddenly stopped talking to you. Well…not that suddenly. If she thinks back, the distance had been growing between them as unspoken tension lingered in the background and unsaid words grew heavier.

But even then, the off-kilter feelings and friction between them seemed to have come out of nowhere. It just doesn’t make sense to her.

But everything is like that with Percy. Nothing ever really makes sense. He is like a whirlwind of emotions and half-sentences and loose puzzle pieces.

A honk shakes her out of her thoughts, as she catches sight of Luke’s car outside. It’s a shiny silver, very clean, and he gets out of the car to open the door for her, offering a smile and a single white rose.

It’s very nice.

He tells her she looks beautiful; she blushes, and they talk over a quiet radio and arrive at a nice restaurant. And from there they follow the beats of a date: dinner, sweet smiles, dessert, a kiss good night.

She sighs when she shuts the door, a pleasant smile on her face. It’s been a nice day, no tensions, no fighting, no whirlwind. A good time with nice company and she feels calm for once.

Fishing out a vase, she puts her single white rose in water. Simple and perfect. She thinks maybe she’s finally got what she wants.

-.-

Luke makes sense, she realizes while walking in the park (she’s supposed to be jogging but has absolutely no motivation to do so). She can understand him, his actions, his goals, his personality.

As if on cue her phone rings. It’s him, of course, calling exactly when he said he would.

She picks up and he’s polite and charming, asks her how her jog is going, and chuckles when she tells him it isn’t and it’s nice to feel comfortable.

Her mind harkens back to Percy (without her permission, she might add) and how by now he would have made a teasing comment about her getting out of shape if she continued on like this (even though his homemade cookies that he always brought over were the problem). But even though he’d obviously be teasing, it’d annoy her enough to make her jog twice the distance she would’ve just to prove a point.

Even just thinking about it has her a little worked up and she shakes him out of her mind. Luke is asking her about dinner and she readily agrees, finally admitting defeat on her jog in favor of going home and getting ready.

Dinner is nice, as is everything with Luke, and by the end of the night she gets another white rose and a sweet kiss to show for it.

When she gets home, she puts the white rose next to the other and they sit there next to each other, pristine and perfect.

She goes to sleep with a smile on her face.

-.-

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” Luke says as they’re debating going barhopping over the weekend. A lot of her friends are going, and it’ll probably be fun but…

“It’s not that I don’t want to go, I just…I don’t know!” She’s frustrated⁠—she hates being indecisive⁠—but bars and parties aren’t that much her thing so she’s on the fence about it and…

Luke puts his arm around her and continues in his calm voice, “It’s alright, Annabeth. We’ll do whatever you want.”

It’s such a stark contrast to what Percy would do. By now, Percy would have declared his opinion and would probably be pushing her towards going to the event with that stupid wide grin on his face.

She huffs at the thought. She tells Luke she doesn’t want to go.

So, they don’t. She ends up with another white rose and goes to bed mostly content with her decision.

The next day all her friends have posted about how fun the event was. She stares at her white roses and thinks it’s probably alright.

-.-

A week later she’s hoisting up groceries to her apartment, huffing and puffing by the time she gets to her door. ⁠

She makes a face as she sets the bags down and toes off her shoes. She hasn’t been out of breath like this in a long while, especially since she’d been building up a better tolerance for cardio through her daily jog⁠—

Except…she hadn’t actually jogged in weeks.

Her frown deepens as she puts the food away. She needs to get back into the habit, but she doesn’t know why she stopped in the first place.

Her phone dings with a notification that Piper has posted something on Instagram. To fulfill her best friend duty, she immediately opens it up to like it.

The post is about the bar hop event that she missed and features a grinning Piper, Thalia and Jason all holding microphones, captioned with “never sang Eye of The Tiger better!!”

She likes the picture and comments a heart emoji, but her frown isn’t going away. She really should have gone…she just…

She’s frustrated again. It’s been like this for a while now, everything seems kind of off and she can’t put her finger on why. And she’s frustrated more often than she ever wants to be.

She sighs. She’s just had a bad run of it, it’ll be alright. She’ll get back into the swing of things.

Lost in her thoughts, she doesn’t realize her frown has settled on the white roses sitting prettily in the water.

-.-

Luke drops her off at the coffee shop she’s meeting Piper at. The smile she’s been faking slips away and the frown settles back on her face as she aimlessly fiddles with the with today’s⁠— of course⁠—white rose.

“Hey Beth!” Piper is one of two people in the entire world who can call her that. She tries not to think of the other person.

She gives her best friend a hug. “Hey Pipes.”

“What’s with the white rose?” she asks, dropping her bag to the floor as she sits down.

Annabeth shrugs. “Luke gives them to me.”

Piper raises an eyebrow. “Why?”

She shrugs again. “I don’t know, to be nice?”

“But you don’t even like white roses?”

It’s true that she had once declared she didn’t care for white roses and would carry red roses instead at her own wedding. Granted, that had been a few wineglasses and years ago, but she supposes it still rings true.

She shrugs for the third time, suddenly anxious to get away from the topic, and sets the flower down a little ways away. It’s bright against the dark wood of the table.

She turns towards Piper and asks her about Jason.

-.-

It’s two am and she cannot call asleep. Her mind is spinning with way too many thoughts and she can’t turn any of them off. One thing just leads to another and another and another until sea green eyes fill her mind and she’s thinking about Percy.

It’s been a month and now in the darkness of night she can admit that she misses him. She doesn’t even know why. Everything was a mess with him, nothing made sense, it was all complex and chaotic emotions. He pushed her buttons, pulled her away from comfortability, and it was a constant whirlwind.

With Percy it was all breaking down and coming undone and an almost roller coaster kind of rush. She swears he’s insane but⁠—

But she still misses him, despite all that.

She curses his name, turns over, and tries to block out the memories of hearts beating fast and the strange freedom that came with screaming in the rain.

-.-

She’s ready early, because Luke always shows up on time, looking aimlessly out the window for signs of the shiny silver car.

Her gaze naturally lands on the vase of white roses, still looking pretty and pristine, and suddenly they’re making her frown instead of smile. They’re suddenly too elegant, too perfect, and it makes her stomach churn.

It’s such an intense emotion and it comes out of nowhere and⁠—

It doesn’t make sense.

Strangely enough, the thought makes her smile. Things not making sense? She’s used to that, used to figuring that out, used to it because Percy⁠—

Percy motivates her to jog when she doesn’t want to (because he knows how she hates herself for it afterwards if she skips out). Percy pushes her towards new experiences that might be a little out of her comfort zone (and it’s those experiences she remembers the most vividly). Percy is a mess, he’s rain and screaming, puzzle pieces that don’t quite fit and a rollercoaster she didn’t know she missed.

Percy doesn’t make sense.

And Percy is everything she nee⁠—

A honk breaks her out of her thoughts.

Percy is late.

The beat up, messy, blue Prius is a sigh for sore eyes. He doesn’t get out of the car to let her in but invites her in by turning up the volume and belting out Rick Astley’s Never Going To Give You Up.

He offers a wide grin, telling her she looks absolutely stunning, and a few seconds later she’s screaming along to the lyrics with him.

She’s jogged everyday for the past week, they’re on their way to some event downtown that she’s not sure of, but Percy’s look of excitement is everything.

As quickly as he had turned it up, he lowers the volume suddenly, and when she turns to look at him questioningly, he’s just staring at her.

It’s a little uncomfortable and completely out of left field and of course it doesn’t make sense.

But she’s used to it, used to figuring it out.

So, it doesn't take her long to figure out the look of love in his eyes.

-.-

She sighs when she shuts the door behind her. It’s been a great day, she has tingling lips and a smirking Percy in front of her to show for it.

His next kiss causes her to lose all brain functions and she wonders if maybe she’s the insane one. Her hands let go of her stuff and it falls to the floor as she tangles her fingers in his hair.

It’s messy and wild and she feels the whirlwind inside of her. She never knew she could feel this much.

They stumble further into the apartment, giggling and happy. It’s been a long time coming.

And on the floor by the door lay shoes, a purse, and a single red rose.

A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope you liked it and this little fic (with a hint of The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift) fulfilled what you were looking for when you chose the prompt Roses!

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[olympusthief]

character study: Luke Castellan

—    basics.

▸     is    your    muse    tall    /    short    /    average ?

He is tall, he is about 6′3 at full height. He is taller as Kronos, but we don’t count that here.

▸      are    they    okay    with    their    height ?

He really doesn’t care. He’s tall he knows its advantages and disadvantages in a fight. When he started growing he was actually relieved since he spent years being malnourished and underfed. He was worried at one point that his growth had been stunted.

▸     do    they    spend    a    lot    of    time    on    their    hair     /    grooming ?

No. Luke while knowing he is attractive does not care about his appearance all too much. He is one of those wake up and go guys. However this does change when he is under Kronos’ influence more directly as then alot of work is put into his appearance in order to please the Titan.

▸      does   your   muse   care   about   their   appearance   /   what    others    think ?

No. He never has and never will. He has other things to think about. He has other cares. He cares more about what he thinks of himself, which isn’t the most healthy self image. He hates himself isn’t that great? LOL.

—    preferences.

▸     indoors    or    outdoors ?     outdoors. ▸      rain    or    sunshine ?    sunshine. ▸     forest    or    beach ?      forest. ▸      precious    metals    or    gems ?      metals. ▸      flowers    or    perfumes ?    flowers. ▸     personality    or    appearance ?     personality. ▸      being    alone    or    being    in    a    crowd ?     alone. ▸      order    or    anarchy ?   order. ▸      painful    truths    or    white    lies ?     white lies. ▸      science    or    magic ?     science. ▸      peace    or    conflict ?     peace. ▸      night    or    day ?     day. ▸      dusk    or    dawn ?     dusk. ▸      warmth    or    cold ?     warmth. ▸      many   acquaintances    or    a    few    close    friends ?      a few close friends. ▸      reading    or    playing    a    game ?      playing a game.

—    questionnaire.

▸      what    are    some    of    your    muse’s    bad    habits ?

What aren’t his bad habits? His biggest one is his manipulation of money, and petty theft. He has never been able to break it. He has been stealing from stores for years as a child and using his Hermes gifts to get away with it. He does it at Camp Halfblood. He does it when under Kronos’ control. Its a crutch for him.

▸      has    your    muse    lost    anyone    close    to    them ?      how    has    it    affected    them ?

Yes. He lost Thalia, well he thinks he does. And it crushes him. She was his sister more or less. And it destroyed him. He was never the same after that day. He got really good at pretending that he was. But he was never the same. Granted to know Luke truly is a rarity because he has had to fake who he is for so long, he’s not even sure who he is anymore. Losing Thalia was horrible for him. He blames the gods, but also himself because he allowed it to happen. He was the oldest, he was in charge.

▸      what    are    some    fond    memories    your    muse    has ?

He honestly doesn’t have many specific memories. I think his best memory is when he was declared the best swordsman in the past three hundred years. He still remembers Chiron’s face alluding to the fact that there should be quite a few more years to that number. He was really proud because it was one thing he did himself. It made him feel good about himself. It solidified a bit at camp who he was in terms of not just being a Hermes kid. After all its not that often someone who isn’t Aries or Athena kids are better at fighting than them.

▸     is    it    easy    for    your    muse    to    kill ?

Unfortunately yes. He is a fighter first and foremost. I want to add a caveat it is not easy for him to kill before Kronos’ influence. After words it becomes easier, he seems almost apathetic when he kills like he doesn’t care that he is killing people he knows. That is Kronos’ influence. Simple hunting though he can do that no problem. He had to when he was a kid.

▸      what’s    it    like    when    your    muse    breaks    down ?

Ahahahaha. You will never see him break down. He is holding himself together with gum and dental floss by the end of the series. He makes an effort to make sure that no one ever sees him as weak, as second rate. Only two people have ever seen him break down. Annabeth when he begs for her to join him, and Kronos who actually broke him down through various measures. They are the only two people to ever see Luke actually be vulnerable, and they are the only two that ever will. And to be honest neither of them do what needs to be done in those moments which is offer comfort to him, like true comfort.

▸     is    your    muse    capable    of    trusting    someone    with    their    life ?

Not really. Luke doesn’t trust people with his life. He doesn’t even trust Kronos fully. He never does Kronos has to convince him using various measures and means to get that trust, and none of them are pleasant. Luke at his end trusts one person though, and that’s Percy. He has the ability to ask Percy to hand the knife over so he can end it. Luke is trusting Percy with his life in that moment because it could all go horribly wrong if Luke isn’t strong enough to keep Kronos at bay.

▸     what’s    your    muse    like    when    they’re    in    love ?

Its not a common thing. He does not care one bit who he loves, when he does love he loves the person for who they are. But its not incredibly common. The most he has ever loved someone in canon is how he would love a family, like Annabeth and Thalia. They are his sisters through and through. He loves them like a brother would. He loves them deeply. We see him and Kelli but that isn’t love, that’s not even lust, their is no actual emotion towards Kelli from Luke. He does not like her, she likes him it is very one way. I imagine if Luke did love someone he would move the earth for them if he could. He would want to spar with them. He would want them to have what he never had. He also wants to please them. And most importantly he’d be affectionate with them because he craves hugs okay.

tagged by : stolen from @stoiicist​ tagging :   anyone who wants to!!!!

#meme: not necessarily in that order

[takaraphoenix]

Jercy Week Day 7: Mother

Jason Grace was having a mental melt-down.

"Please stop crying, VJ. Please, kiddo", pleaded Jason. "Please. Daddy's not home and I don't know what to do and I can't call him, he'll immediately return home and I'll be a failure. Please."

He was nervously pacing the apartment, rocking his baby son back and forth. He had no idea what to do. Victor Jackson Grace was barely a year old and he had not been sick yet. Nothing serious, beyond teething or anything. And now that Jason was home alone, their son had to get sick.

"Percy is gonna kill me", whispered Jason, eyebrows knitted. "If something is seriously wrong with you, if you seriously got sick while I was alone with you... He'll be so worried. Please stop crying."

But his son just kept coughing and crying and Jason kept growing more desperate.

/break\

Paul nearly had a heart-attack when Sally's phone went off in the middle of the night, blaring Imagine Dragons' Thunder. Right next to his head. In the middle of the night.

"Thunder, feel the thunder, lighting and the thunder!"

"Sally. Sally, wake up. Our son-in-law is calling", groaned Paul, shaking his wife.

Sally grunted sleepily and reached out for her phone. "Jason? What's wrong?"

"I—I... I don't know what to do, Sally. I don't... VJ won't stop crying and coughing and I don't know what to do and it's the middle of the night and I don't..."

"Jason. Hey. Hey, kid, calm down", whispered Sally gently as she sat up. "Percy left you Mrs. O'Leary, right? Take her and come over. I'll help. It'll be okay."

The call disconnected and Paul sighed heavily. "What's going on?"

"VJ is sick and Jason is having a melt-down", sighed Sally. "Time to get up."

Both of them barely had time to put on their robes and then get out into the living room, where Mrs. O'Leary just exited the shadows. Jason climbed off her back, wearing worn-out sweat-pants and a blue hooded jacket that definitely belonged to Percy. He looked like he hadn't slept in three days.

"Hey, if it isn't my favorite grandson", whispered Sally gently, smiling. "Give him to me."

Carefully did she take the baby from Jason. VJ looked up at her with sea-green eyes, his blonde fluffy hair ruffled. He was rasping badly. Frowning, Sally carried him over to the bathroom.

"Leave him to her. Come, I'll make us coffee", grunted Paul, patting Jason on the shoulder.

"He's sick", muttered Jason, rubbing his face. "He's sick and I'm useless and Percy will-"

"Percy will fuss, like you're fussing, but he's not gonna blame you for your son getting sick", interrupted Paul gently but firmly. "Come on. Coffee, sleep, tomorrow things will look better."

Mrs. O'Leary whined as she got comfortable on the floor in the living room while Paul and Jason went to get coffee. Looking Jason over again, Paul judged that the boy probably hadn't eaten in at least a day either, so he placed the box of left-over pizza from dinner in front of him.

"Eat something", ordered Paul. "You look awful, kid."

Sighing, Jason accepted coffee and pizza at three in the morning. "I'm sorry I woke you."

"Don't be sorry, Jason", chided Paul with a frown, sitting down opposite him. "You're family. Believe me, I freaked out the first time Laura was sick and Sally was out too. She was visiting Percy in New Rome and Laura got a fever and I thought I was going to die. You and me, we're absolutely useless without the Jacksons in our life."

"We are", sighed Jason and took deep gulps from his coffee. "I miss him so much. It's stupid. I mean, it's not the first time we're apart. He's been on plenty of away-games with the team. Even after we had VJ. But... But now that he's sick and... I lose my head so easily over this, because I feel like I can do everything as long as I have Percy at my side. Without him..."

"You're helpless", ended Paul with a fond smile. "I'm the same with Sally. Or rather, without her."

"Dad? Dad, why are you awa—Jason!"

Bare feet patted into the kitchen and then came a squeak. The next moment, Jason's sister-in-law collided with him. Laura Blofis grinned broadly up at him, her brown curls a mess from having just woken up, azure-blue eyes sparkling as she looked at him. It had been fairly easy to wrap her around his little finger; she had barely been a toddler when Percy and Jason had first gotten together as teens, two years after the Giant War. Three years later, Percy and Jason got engaged. It was another year later that the two got married – it was a beautiful beach wedding at Camp Half-Blood, Chiron officiating it, with Leo and Grover as their best men and Laura as the flower-girl.

And a bit over a year after their wedding, Jason and Percy learned that apparently, Jason inherited one of his father's trades – giving birth through a thought. Jason and Percy had been talking a lot about children by then, Jason was twenty-four, Percy was twenty-five. Both of them were working, Jason as a social worker and Percy as a teacher and swim-coach in New Rome. Both were around kids all day, so it felt nearly natural to think about it, about what it would be like to be dads. And then, one morning, they just woke up to this beautiful, perfect little baby-boy laying between them in their bed - with Percy's sea-green eyes and Jason's golden-blonde hair.

"What are you doing here, Jay? Is Percy here too?", asked Laura eagerly.

"No. Perce is on an away-game with his team", grinned Jason, ruffling Laura's hair.

"Is my nephew here?", wanted Laura to know next.

"VJ is with your mom. But he's not feeling well", sighed Jason. "But you can play with Mrs. O'Leary. She's in the living room. Maybe you could bring her some food or water?"

"Oh! Ye—es!", exclaimed Laura excitedly. "I love playing with her."

"Honey, you need to... oh, why am I even trying?", sighed Paul fondly and shook his head. "She is as excitable as her brother, you know. There is no going back to bed for her now..."

"I really hope VJ doesn't take after Percy in that", muttered Jason mortified.

Paul chuckled at that and filled Jason's cup again. "Victor's probably gonna turn out even worse considering he has both your DNAs. Let's just pray he won't manifest his powers too early."

Jason made a high-pitched, terrified sound. The last thing he needed was for their son to make it rain over his bed, or control the electricity in their house, or... who knew what.

"Jason?", whispered Sally gently. "Come."

Stiffly, Jason got up and followed Sally to the bathroom, where everything was very steamy and... VJ was sleeping peacefully in a laundry basket. Staring surprised, Jason turned toward Sally.

"He'll be fine. The steam helps open up the lungs", assured Sally, resting a hand on Jason's shoulder. "I know this is scary. You're still a young dad. But your son is stronger than you think. He'll be fine. And you, young man, you need some sleep too. You look awful."

But before they could leave the bathroom, Jason pulled Sally into a tight hug. "Thank you. T... Thank you, I don't know what I'd be doing without you. Thalia is nearly always gone and... and my mother is... dead and you're... I don't really remember what it was like having a mom, but ever since I got together with Percy, you've been... you've been the mom I never had."

"Oh, of course, sweetie", chuckled Sally gently, wrapping her arms around him in return. "You are my son now. You married Percy, you made him happier than I've ever seen him and you gave me my first grandchild. You are part of this family and I will always be here for you, okay?"

Jason nodded and swallowed his tears before following Sally over to Percy's old bedroom that now mainly served as guest-room and VJ's bedroom when he stayed over for a weekend. Jason pulled out the sleep-couch and just collapsed face first on it, exhausted beyond belief.

"That boy is in over his head", whispered Paul as he stepped up next to Sally.

"I already texted Percy and told him to come to us when the game is won", agreed Sally.

"Laura is eating pizza in the living room", tagged Paul out after a long moment.

"Of course she is", chuckles Sally and shook her head. "You can't say no to her at all. Why don't you go ahead to bed, I'll make sure our daughter goes to bed too, mh?"

"You're a saint and angel, Sally", sighed Paul and kissed his wife.

/break\

Percy frowned doubtfully as he attempted to side-step a sleeping Mrs. O'Leary. He had gotten a cryptic text from his mom last night, but when he found her in the bathroom, everything steamy and VJ nestled against her chest, things made more sense. Sighing, he stepped up to them and kissed the top of her head, reaching out to gently caress his son's cheek.

"Jay panicked?", guessed Percy with a fond look. "I swear, VJ sneezes once, Jay's already getting our coats to bring him to see a doctor. VJ actually being sick..."

"He panicked spectacularly", confirmed Sally fondly. "I calmed him down. And VJ is already better too. Your husband is asleep on the couch in the guest-room. Join him before breakfast? Laura is looking forward to seeing her favorite big brother, you know?"

"You're the best, mom", grinned Percy, kissing her temple. "And you, young man, I hope you didn't stress grandma out too much, mh. Wanna come with me and check on papa?"

Yawning widely, because he had been flying all night to get to his family, Percy took his son from his mother. He smiled faintly when he entered his old bedroom. There was a baby-bed in it, for VJ, and a fold-out couch. Jason was sprawled out on the couch, wearing Percy's hoodie. Holding VJ with one arm, Percy grabbed a blanket with his free hand and then joined his husband on the couch, sneaking in and throwing the blanket over them both. Instantly, Jason started waking up, blinking bleary-eyed.

"Good morning, Mister Grace", whispered Percy with a smile, leaning in to kiss Jason's cheek.

"Morning, Coach Grace", yawned Jason. "How'd the race go?"

"Oh, we won. Which, not a surprise. My kids are the best", grinned Percy broadly.

He snuggled in against his husband, their son tucked between them. For a little while, they talked softly, until exhaustion from last night overcame them and they fell asleep arm in arm. That was how Laura found them two hours later when she wanted to get her big brother to make blueberry pancakes (mom's were great, but Percy made the best blueberry pancakes). And when Sally came to check on them another hour later, Percy had his little sister tucked under one arm, holding VJ in his other arm and with his head resting on Jason's chest, all four deep asleep. Sally smiled at that.

~*~ The End ~*~

Read this here on FFNet & here on AO3

#jercy week #imaginejercy #jercy #jason grace #percy jackson #pjoverse #fanfiction #family fluff #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus

[skyaches-aa]

Tag drop because ya girl has no self control there’s like two more incoming

* krishna / you may not be interested in war but war is interested in you !

* interaction / krishna !

* anthony / you strike a match on yourself to keep others warm &. now the whole goddamn world's on fire !

* interaction / anthony !

* velani / i will storm the gods &. shiver all things !

* interaction / velani !

* thalia / some days you are the flower some days you are the rain !

* interaction / thalia !

* isenril / i spent the night grafting new limbs onto a birch tree to see if they would grow !

* interaction / isenril !

* halvar / i am the mountain unyielding ; i am the storm unrelenting !

* interaction / halvar !

#* krishna / you may not be interested in war but war is interested in you ! #* interaction / krishna ! #* anthony / you strike a match on yourself to keep others warm &. now the whole goddamn world's on fire ! #* interaction / anthony ! #* velani / i will storm the gods &. shiver all things ! #* interaction / velani ! #* thalia / some days you are the flower some days you are the rain ! #* interaction / thalia ! #* isenril / i spent the night grafting new limbs onto a birch tree to see if they would grow ! #* interaction / isenril ! #* halvar / i am the mountain unyielding ; i am the storm unrelenting ! #* interaction / halvar !

[skyaches-aaa]

Thalia was devoutly Andrastian and claimed to be chosen from the get go so she is very happy to have her funeral be handled by the Chantry and all honorifics that may come with it as Herald and Inquisitor. If she goes down a Saint , then all the better. Her family is in attendance and a part of her is pleased from beyond the grave to know she has become more powerful , important , and influential than her older siblings despite their claims to fame ; her brother’s being heir to their parents and her sister’s as knight captain in the Ostwick Circle.

#* thalia / some days you are the flower some days you are the rain ! #as you can see my inquizzies are wildly different

[nnachtluft]

i was tagged by @nordpolkind, thank you x

3 things your followers don’t know about you

1. i’m lazy, like really really lazy

2. i’ve been thinking about what to write here for like five minutes because i’m just kinda boring and there’s nothing interesting to say about me

3. my dad’s dog always makes me happy

answer 10 questions and tag 10 amazing people!

1. what’s the last movie you watched?

it’s been a while since i’ve watched a movie, i don’t really remember, but i guess titanic

2. what was the last song you listened to?

tompkins square park - mumford & sons

3. what was the last show you watched?

prison break

4. what was the last book you read?

hector & hector

5. what was the last thing you ate?

rice with vegetables and tofu

6. if you could be anywhere else, where would you be?

somewhere where it’s always warm

7. if you could pick a decade to travel back to, what would it be?

never thought of that… i don’t know

8. if you win the lotto and millions of cash, what would be the first thing you’d do?

god i wouldn’t know what to do first, because there are many things i’d do if i had a lot of money, but i’d probably buy some clothes and food first

9. which fictional character would you like to hang out with for the day?

lorelai and rory gilmore

10. What was the last fandom you joined?

i don’t really know if i ever joined a fandom (?)

favourites tag:

place - somewhere outside in a park when it’s warm

colour - ochre

food - i really can’t decide, but maybe pasta with vegan cheese and tomato sauce (or fruit salad or something else)

smell - rain

book - “eleanor & park”, most of the john green books, “was fehlt, wenn ich verschwunden bin”, “the host” and so many more

movie - the only movie that comes to my mind right now is “kings of summer” but there are a lot more

music artist - so so many, but i listen to ben howard most of the time (at the moment)

genre of music - i like calming music (like ben howard or flatsound)

genre of literature - don’t have one

day of the week - saturday

social media - tumblr

thing to do when bored - watching series

celebrity - wentworth miller, but it changes every now and then

website other than tumblr - pinterest i think

drink - water and tea

animals - elephants, dogs and cows

flower - all of them

tv show - prison break and gilmore girls at the moment

fruit - nectarines, blueberries and raspberries

vegetable - tomatoes, champignons, kidney beans

store - thalia

quote - “and don’t you see, spring is coming. and don’t you see, your heart is healing.” (but that also changes like every three days)

boy’s name - don’t have one, but i like finn

girl’s name - i don’t know, maybe pandora or luna

ice cream flavour - chocolate, cookies, yogurt

popcorn flavour - sweet

season - spring

month of the year - may and september

disney princess - snow white

insult - haha don’t know

youtube channel - i don’t really watch youtube

eye colour - blue

language - english

thing about yourself - well… my eyelashes probably

i tag no one, but feel free to do it if you want to x

#ask

[skyaches-aaa]

Tag drop ft. video game muses pt. 3

* samantha / the opposite of anger is not calmness it's empathy !

* interaction / samantha !

* sera / her tongue tells tales of rebellion !

* interaction / sera !

* sten / the sword is the soul !

* interaction / sten !

* tamlen / your humanity is the largest burn you will bear !

* interaction / tamlen !

* thalia / some days you are the flower some days you are the rain !

* interaction / thalia !

* totakeke / you'd sing just for the love of it &. the joy it would bring !

* interaction / totakeke !

* velani / i will storm the gods &. shiver all things !

* interaction / velani !

#* samantha / the opposite of anger is not calmness it's empathy ! #* interaction / samantha ! #* sera / her tongue tells tales of rebellion ! #* interaction / sera ! #* sten / the sword is the soul ! #* interaction / sten ! #* tamlen / your humanity is the largest burn you will bear ! #* interaction / tamlen ! #* thalia / some days you are the flower some days you are the rain ! #* interaction / thalia ! #* totakeke / you'd sing just for the love of it &. the joy it would bring ! #* interaction / totakeke ! #* velani / i will storm the gods &. shiver all things ! #* interaction / velani !