#APHRODITE HELLO NICE TO MEET YOU

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Hello! Could I request Hades and Poseidon (separatly) fell in love with dummy nymph!reader, who just doesn't notice their feelings, please? (◕‿◕)♡

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Hades and Poseidon Name: {Character} with a Oblivious Nymph! Reader Requester: Anonymous

A/N: My first Record of Ragnarok piece in quite a while, and thankfully, this was quite funny to write. This is so full of fluff and crack that it makes broken attics look nice😂

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💀 Oh sweet mercy, this guy loves yet hates your obliviousness

💀 When he first met you, he would joke around about how you were so oblivious to things, but, when he tried to confess his feelings towards you for the first time and you just replied with something so platonic-sounding, he froze

💀 Your obliviousness was going to be a hint of a problem now

" My dear, have you ever thought about having a relationship with someone? " " I guess so, yeah. Why? " " How would you feel about courting with me by your side? " " Aw! You would help me with courting! You're so sweet, Hades! "

💀 Grabbing your hand when you were scared didn't get you to realize his feelings, even when he gave you the biggest hint while still hiding the straight-forward admission, you didn't get it

💀 Hades does understand that, because your a nymph, you haven't gotten that much experience when it comes to anything romantic, as many believe you only are attracted to things relationships non-romantically

💀 Zeus and Aphrodite have tried getting you guys to get together for centuries, from trying to have you guys go on a blind-date to having you literally go on a real-date with him, you always stayed blind to the real emotions hidden behind his gestures

💀 So, unsurprisingly, Hades eventually does have to straight-up admit his feelings, leaving you flustered and a hint embarrassed

" Y/N, I must admit that I am quite fond of you. So fond that I must ask, would you like to be in a courting relationship? " " You fond someone that wants to court me? Aw, Hades, how swe- " " Not someone else. Me, my dear. " " Oh... how long have you liked me like this?! " " About the past four centuries. " " Oh sweet seraphs... "

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🔱 Poseidon is not amused at all.

🔱 He is not fond of people not understanding what he said, and it doesn't help with the fact that he's very blunt and honest when it comes to his words

🔱 When he first met you, you were speaking to your boss, Aphrodite, and when he arrived to speak with her about the waves causing damages to the nearby forests

🔱 That was when he noticed how oblivious you were to pretty much everything

🔱 Aphrodite eventually noticed how Poseidon seemed to soften with his actions whenever you were around, and she was the one who prompted him to finally begin trying to tell you about his feelings, unaware that you had no clue how to take a hint

" Y/N, would you like to accompany me to Zeus' reunion next week? As my date, of course. " " Oh, yeah! It'd be fun to spend some time with my best friend! "

🔱 Okay, ouch.

🔱 It took him only two tries before he began to lose his already strained patience, and he burst that bubble the third time you pushed his advances off as a friendly confrontation

" Would you like to accompany me to Hades' meeting tomorrow afternoon, Y/N? " " Of course! Spending time with my favorite friend is amazing- " " Not as a friend. As a future spouse. " " Huh? "

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PJO Steddie Four

One | Two | Three

I am once again posting hfjkds

Anyway! Here's the next PJO AU! We get to see some interactions between Steve and some goddesses, some more hints at El's parent, and some Steddie at the end

Stick around to the very end for a meme!

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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Five Weeks Before Meeting Eddie

Steve and the kids are spread out across a department store in Pennsylvania when he, Lucas, and Erica run into the most aesthetically pleasing woman any of them have ever seen. Her face is almost otherworldly, and Steve can't find any blemishes or imperfections in her dark skin. Her hair is a perfect afro, bouncy and decorated with little heart-shaped clips made of real gemstones, the kind of style Erica keeps trying for but always falls short of. She's wearing a short dress; it's orange, flows nicely around her knees, and is paired with white wedges.

The sight of her strikes all of them a little dumb, too distracted by appreciating her beauty to wonder why she seemed to show up out of nowhere. To their credit, Erica and Steve manage to avert their gazes when the woman's eyes glance over them. Lucas, however, continues to stare, his head tilted and his brows furrowed in thought before he lights up with recognition.

"Mom!" he exclaims, dropping the windbreaker in his hands. He smiles brightly as he rushes over, stopping just short of running into the woman. "What are you doing here?"

The woman, who Steve now realizes is Aphrodite, smiles at Lucas with a genuine warmth that relaxes him a little. "Hello, dear," she says, her voice clear and soothing as she cups Lucas's cheek and tilts his head up. "You're looking lively."

"I've been having a lot of fun," he tells her. Lucas then looks over his shoulder and waves Erica and Steve over. "This is Steve. He's been protecting us."

Erica rushes over ahead of Steve, not bothering to hold herself back from hugging Aphrodite's waist like Lucas. She buries her face in her mother's dress as the hug is returned. "I haven't seen you in years," Aphrodite says, pulling back enough to crouch in front of Erica and study her. "You've been growing so well."

"Do you like my hair?" Erica asks, showing a rare childish side as she gestures to her afro-puffs. "Steve helped!"

And this seems to be Steve's cue to introduce himself. When Aphrodite looks up and stands, he smiles politely and nods to her. "Hi, nice to meet you," he says, wondering if he's being too informal. The other goddesses he's met didn't seem to mind, though, and Aphrodite's smile reassures him.

"And you as well, Steve. Thank you for looking after my children all this time," she says, placing one hand on Erica's head and the other on Lucas's shoulder. "I've heard about you from the other goddesses and just had to see what the fuss was about."

"There's a fuss?" Steve asks. He's not sure it's such a good thing for the gods on Olympus to be talking about him. "All good, I hope."

"Good enough," Aphrodite says, her smile dimming slightly as she takes a deep breath. She looks down at Erica and Lucas. "Why don't you two go find something nice? It'll be a gift from me."

Lucas doesn't immediately understand what she means, but Erica does. She nods once and grabs Lucas's hand. "C'mon, I wanna look at the video games," she says, dragging him along.

Once they're out of earshot, Aphrodite looks at Steve. Her smile has become polite. "I truly am grateful that you've been taking care of them," she says, and Steve starts to get a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, "but I must ask that you take them back to their father."

"What? Why?" Steve asks, frowning slightly.

Aphrodite sighs and crosses her arms loosely. "Several reasons, really," she says. "You attract monsters, Steve. I mean, you are his child. Lucas and Erica were safe at home, surrounded by human children and their human father. Not to mention, your...sister."

Steve tenses, his nerves on edge with just one word. "What about my sister?" he asks, narrowing his eyes slightly. There isn't much he can do against a goddess, but he isn't scared to fight one for any of the kids, especially his sister.

"Well, I'm sure she's a very nice girl," Aphrodite starts, her voice soft and placating, but it doesn't change the anger her words incite. "But that doesn't change the danger my children are in because of her."

Knowing where this was going does nothing to quell the anger that simmers in Steve at her words. "My sister is not a danger to anybody," he says. Then he considers the words and adds, "Well, she's only a danger to the people who threaten her and her loved ones, which includes your children."

Aphrodite sighs once more, her bottom lip jutting out just slightly in what Steve knows should be a sympathetic pout, but it just comes across as patronizing. "She cannot control her powers. One slip-up, and my children ar--"

"She doesn't slip up," Steve says, interrupting Aphrodite, "El, of all people, is the most aware of herself." He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself when he feels the anger crackling under his skin. Too much more and the sky will start to cloud over with thunder and lightning. "I get your concerns, but El isn't a danger."

He looks up at Aphrodite in time to see her frown, and even that expression is beautiful on her. "It doesn't matter how self-aware she is. Slipping is inevitable, and she will face my wrath if my children are hurt. That is a promise, Steve."

If Steve has learned anything from reading myths, it's that he shouldn't anger the gods, and he especially shouldn't anger the goddesses. But now El has been threatened. His sister, one of his kids, has been threatened. So, you know, he can probably be forgiven for what he says next.

"If you touch El or any of the other kids, I swear to the gods, I will make your fit over the golden apple look like a tadpole's temper tantrum," he says, his voice low as he glares at Aphrodite.

He watches as her shoulders rise, leaning back slightly, and her expression morphs into something mixed between angry and dumbfounded. "Did you just threaten me?" she asks.

Steve sees the question for what it is: a chance to take back his words and pretend they never happened. All things considered, it's generous and unexpected from a goddess. Steve doesn't actually care, though. "Yeah, I did. Those kids are under my care, even if they are little shits most of the time. I've fought for them and almost died for them multiple times. Anything that wants to hurt one of them has to go through me, whether that's monsters or gods. So, don't threaten them, because I'd hate to fight you in front of Lucas or Erica."

In the silence that follows, bland pop music plays over the department store's speakers, reminding Steve of where they are. He really just threatened Aphrodite in the middle of Macy's. Well, at least this will be a fun story to tell later.

"Well," Aphrodite finally says, sniffing once and looking down at Steve, "your arrogance is familiar." She lets that dig about Steve's godly parent rest between them for a few seconds. "Fine. I hope neither of us will ever have to act on our threats."

"Yeah. Me, too," Steve says, that anger starting to calm to a subtle buzz.

Aphrodite nods once. "The others were right about you. You are entertaining, and I can...respect your protectiveness regarding the children. I don't like you, though."

"I'll be honest, the feeling is mutual right now."

Their gazes hold for a few more seconds before Aphrodite nods once more in acknowledgment. Steve's anger fully settles then, disappearing until the next time his emotions start to stir. "I'm going to accompany Lucas and Erica for a while and get them some new clothes. I'll send them to you when we're done," she says, turning on her heel and walking in the direction that Erica pulled Lucas before Steve can respond.

He watches her leave, a frown tugging at his lips before he sighs. That meeting didn't go great, but it definitely could have been worse. Steve turns and goes to find El, needing to reassure himself that she's safe before he can completely relax.

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Eddie gets to see Steve's favor with the goddesses in action on the second day of driving. The kids are starting to argue more than talk, and Eddie will admit that he needs to stretch his legs, so Steve agrees that it's time to stop and find a hotel.

"Can we get one with a pool?" Max asks, having to shout from the back row of seats to make sure Steve hears her.

Steve glances at her in the rearview mirror before sighing. "Yeah, I guess we can try," he says, quickly returning his gaze to the road before clearing his throat. The kids all quiet down, and the van is silent for the first time in hours. "Uh, Hestia, if you've got the time, I'd appreciate some guidance to a place we can stay for the night. The kids would like one with a pool, but just a place where we can sleep safely would be great."

Eddie has heard plenty of demigods pray before, but he thinks this is the most casually genuine one he's ever heard. When they drive past a few exit signs without any change, Eddie starts to suggest Steve try again with a more, well, reverential tone. But then the van's blinker suddenly switches on, and the kids cheer. Steve snorts at their reaction as he follows the blinker's direction and takes the next exit ramp off the highway.

"What the fuck," Eddie mutters, staring as the blinker continues to signal the turns Steve should take until they're pulling into a hotel parking lot.

The sign in front of the building announces it as "Hearth and Home" in cursive letters. The hotel itself is four stories tall and looks like a giant cottage. A few cars are in the parking lot, and Eddie can somehow tell this place is some kind of passion project for someone who doesn't have to worry about money.

After Steve pulls into a spot outside the hotel and shuts the car off, he turns in his seat and looks at the kids. "What are the rules?" he asks, his tone firm and leaving no room for jokes.

"Don't talk to strangers," El says.

"Don't talk at all while you're checking us in and out," Will adds.

"Stick together and stay in sight," Lucas says.

"Cough twice if we sense a monster nearby," Erica says.

"No fighting," Max says, already starting to shift closer to the doors.

"And if anyone asks," Dustin starts.

"We're traveling to meet family one state over," Mike finishes.

Steve nods once and opens his door. That seems to be the signal the kids were waiting for because they immediately scramble out of their seats. Eddie hops out and walks over to Steve, watching the kids climb out as he asks, "What's up with the rules?"

"Well, I'm a young guy traveling with seven kids. Most hotels are hesitant to give me rooms, and they'll straight up lie about being full if the kids are rowdy. We also need a system in place if one of them realizes a monster is around. And saying we're meeting family tells people that we're expected to appear somewhere by a certain time, which deters anybody from trying to, you know, kidnap one of the kids," Steve explains, glancing at Eddie as he shrugs.

Eddie has to stop himself from asking what led to Steve making some of these rules. Instead, he bites his tongue and follows the group inside, sticking to Steve's side as he walks up to the front desk and the kids huddle within sight a few feet away.

"Hi, do you have any vacancies for the night?" Steve asks, flashing a charming smile at the older woman working the desk.

She looks at Steve, then Eddie, and then the kids behind them. "How many rooms would you need?" she asks.

"If you happen to have any connected rooms, we'll take them. But if not, just two is fine."

The woman nods and checks her computer, hesitating for a few seconds before saying, "We don't have any connected rooms, but one of our Executive Suites is open. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a large lounge area. It's made for large groups, so two of the bedrooms have bunkbeds in them. The price, however...."

Steve smiles at her reassuringly and pulls out his wallet. He plucks a black card from one of the pockets and presents it. "Don't worry about the cost," he says, "We'll take it."

At the sight of the sleek credit card, the woman lights up and smiles brightly at Steve. Eddie finds himself thinking that money really does talk. "Of course, sir," the woman says, a suddenly respectful tone coloring her words as she takes the card. "Could I see an ID as well, please?"

As Steve pulls out his license, he looks at Eddie and asks, "Could you take the kids to get the bags from the car? I should have the key cards by the time you get back." He places his license on the desk and hands his keys to Eddie.

Eddie finds himself nodding before he can really think about it, but how can he say no to Steve's brown eyes and the tiny dimples that appear when he smiles? So, he takes the keys and starts herding kids outside.

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As it turns out, the hotel does, in fact, have a pool, and Steve can't help his grin when the kids cheer after they get to their rooms and he tells them. What follows is a flurry of kids changing into bathing suits, Steve lending Eddie a pair of swim trunks, and making sure everyone has towels and plenty of sunscreen slathered all over them.

The pool is surprisingly large, and there's plenty of space for the kids to swim around and expend some energy. Steve drops into one of the pool chairs and closes his eyes, the plastic warm on his back without burning his skin. He hears another chair get dragged closer before someone sits on it. When Steve opens an eye to look over, Eddie has settled next to him, watching the kids with a slight frown.

Steve follows his gaze, but he doesn't see anything out of the ordinary. The only thing that might catch someone's attention is El wearing her beanie in the pool, but even that could be explained as her forgetting to take it off.

"They don't have any scars," Eddie says after a moment.

Steve blinks and pushes himself up some, sitting straighter in the chair and looking at Eddie. His hair is pulled back into a messy bun, a few pieces escaping to frame his face. He's not obviously muscular like Steve, and he doesn't have an 8-pack, but Steve can still see the subtle muscles in his arms and legs. And the scars. Steve can see plenty of scars littered across Eddie's chest and stomach, his arms, and one particularly nasty one just above his knee.

In that way, Steve supposes, they are similar. "I wouldn't let them get hurt," Steve says quietly, shrugging when Eddie looks at him. He scoots forward some so Eddie can get a better look at his own scars. Despite the warm weather, he still can't help goosebumps traveling up his arms as Eddie stares at him.

"What's that one from?" Eddie asks, gesturing to a large slash that reaches from Steve's shoulder to his elbow.

Steve glances down and hums softly. "Stymphalian bird feather. They're made of steel. It attacked us after we picked up Mike and Dustin. Thankfully, there was only one bird, and I managed to dodge most of the time, but I got this one when I closed in to kill it," he explains.

Eddie stares at the scar, and Steve wonders what he's imagining. Does he want to know how vicious the fight must have been? It was one of Steve's messier fights. He didn't have any training, and he barely had experience. Really, Steve had nothing but his instincts and a desperation to keep the kids safe. "What about those?" Eddie asks, pulling Steve from his thoughts as he leans closer to point at what's clearly a bite mark on Steve's right side.

"The lion head of a Chimera," Steve says, glancing at Eddie before pointing at a scar wrapping around his throat. He shifts until he's sitting on the edge of his chair and tilts his head to give Eddie a better view. "The snake tail was choking me at the same time. I had to use lightning on that one since it had me trapped. We ran into it almost two months ago."

Eddie scoots to the edge of his chair, and their knees are almost close enough to touch. Something starts to buzz under Steve's skin. It's not anger. He knows what that feels like. It's something else this time, something that sizzles and lingers and tries to push against his skin to break free. Steve tries not to think about it.

"And this one?" Eddie asks, pointing to a scar that's splashed across Steve's left knee like a starburst.

"That one," Steve says, getting a grin despite himself, "happened because Dustin tried to help me fight a minotaur. He made this mini-bomb without me knowing and threw it into the fight. I managed to tuck and roll, but the explosion still brushed against me. This scar is from it, too." He turns his right leg out so Eddie can see a similar scar on the inside of his calf.

Steve looks up in time to see Eddie swallow, his throat rolling, and that electric feeling gets stronger. It centers on Steve's knees, the spot where they're closest to touching. But it travels like those toys with magnetic sand when Eddie leans closer and points to the scar in the middle of his chest. It grows the longer Eddie's hand hovers there, and Steve glances down just to make sure there aren't actually sparks buzzing across his skin.

"This one?" Eddie whispers, holding Steve's gaze.

Mouth suddenly dry, Steve clears his throat. "My first fight. The, uh, snake thing that took Will," he says. "Some of the scars on my back and stomach are from that one, too."

Eddie nods, and Steve can't place his expression for a few seconds. When he finally does, he realizes it's something like adoration. He's seen it before from all the kids at some point, usually after he's fought a monster to keep them safe. But Eddie is different. Eddie's adoration is just the surface emotion. Under it, Steve can glimpse something even more intense. He almost wants to drown in whatever it is, let it surround him until he can figure out how to describe it.

"You really are metal, Stevie," Eddie says, his voice soft as he smiles at Steve.

Steve has already acknowledged that Eddie is his type, and he definitely isn't imagining the tension between them right now. Without thinking, he leans forward, a similarly soft grin tugging at his lips. But whatever he wanted to say is literally shocked out of him.

The moment he's close enough for Eddie's hand to actually touch Steve's chest, that fizzing energy bursts through. It's not strong by any means, but it's demanding attention as it zaps across Steve's chest and Eddie's fingertip. Steve jerks back, rubbing at his chest and taking a deep breath to control the crackling over his ribs.

Eddie is frozen, staring at his still outstretched hand in shock. His eyes are wide, and Steve grimaces, wanting to take his hand and check for burns but scared of shocking Eddie more.

"Sorry," he mutters, looking away and coincidentally meeting El's gaze. She's sitting on the steps leading into the pool, legs pulled up to her chest with an amused smile on her face. When she realizes that Steve is slightly panicked, though, she blinks and tilts her head. Steve subtly shrugs one shoulder, and, thankfully, she gets the message.

"Steve!" she calls, waving her hand as though she doesn't already have his attention.

It's the save Steve is desperate for, and he practically jumps up from his chair. "I'm gonna go see what El needs," he says, glancing at Eddie only to find he's already looking up at Steve.

"Oh, yeah, sure," Eddie mumbles. Steve waits until Eddie nods to speed-walk (it's still a pool, after all, and he won't set a bad example by running) over to El, urging his heart and the crackling beneath his skin to calm down.

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Like A Damn Disney Prince

Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

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Written for my Year of Olympians and part of a bigger challenge being run by @yearofcreation2023​! It features a ton of other awesome creators and runs all year, so go check it out!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Prompt: Aphrodite; Love, Passion, Beauty, Desire, Rose

Summary: Elijah asks the girl of his dreams to accompany him to the Mikaelson ball.

Word Count: 1,396

Category: Fluff

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"Just a second!" I called at the sound of the doorbell. I set down the whisk and the bowl of brownie batter I'd been working on, then quickly wiped my hands before heading to the door. I peeked outside to see who it was and found none other than Elijah Mikaelson standing there, dressed impeccably in a suit as always and with his hands behind his back. I smiled, trying to ignore my racing heart as I opened the door.

"Hi Elijah," I said. He smiled as soon as he saw me, and my heart thumped a little harder than before.

"Hello, Y/N. It's lovely to see you," he said. With that, he brought his hands out from behind his back and held out a rose to me, along with a nice manila envelope. "For you."

"Oh my goodness, thank you," I said, reaching out to take both items from him. He'd brought me an actual rose, while wearing a suit. Like a Disney prince.

"The letter is an invitation to a ball my mother has decided to throw. She asked us each to find a date, and I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather go with."

"Oh my gosh, Elijah! I... I don't know what to say."

"How about... yes?"

I beamed, holding the rose and the letter a little tighter to my chest.

"Yes. Absolutely yes, I'd love to go with you. I'm so happy you asked."

He smiled. "Excellent. I'd offer to pick you up, but my dear sister beat me to that request. She wanted me to ask you if you'd like to go dress shopping and get ready with her in, say, an hour?"

"Absolutely," I replied with a grin. "Rebekah and I are due some girl time."

"Wonderful. Then I'll see you tonight."

Elijah reached out and took my hand, placing a soft kiss on the back of it before stepping away from me with a smile. My heart melted.

"Until we meet again."

With that, he turned and walked away. I watched him go, waving when he got into his car and gave me one last smile before driving off. I stood on my porch for a few more minutes after he'd gone, a dopey but happy smile on my face. I could already tell this night was going to be magical.

Rebekah showed up on my doorstep an hour later on the dot. She'd just finished asking Matt Donovan to be her date, and although she insisted she didn't have feelings for him I felt confident she was lying. Still, I didn't press her on it as we cruised the shops of Mystic Falls trying on every dress that caught our eye. Once we'd each found the one, we went back to my house to get ready.

"Oh. My. God. My brother is going to have his first heart attack in a thousand years."

Rebekah grinned at me as I twirled around the room in my literal ball gown, feeling just like a princess. We'd done each others' makeup and had gotten completely dressed, and now we were basically ready to go. After, of course, we properly hyped each other up.

"You really think so?" I asked, the heat rising to my cheeks. Rebekah nodded.

"I know so."

"Thanks, Beks. And Matt's absolutely gonna fall over at the sight of you, too."

"You're damn right he is," she said, flipping her hair over one shoulder and holding out her arm for me. "Now let's go, shall we?"

I smiled as I took her arm and the two of us headed out to the car. The last rays of sunlight still stretched over the town as we came to a stop outside Mikaelson Manor. Cars lined the street and every other available parking spot, the party already in swing as Rebekah and I arrived.

"I can hear your heart racing," said Rebekah with a smile as we walked up the steps side by side. I huffed.

"Great. Good to know my nerves will be loudly on display for any vampire in attendance."

"You don't need to be nervous."

She said the words as we came to a stop in the entryway, people pausing to look at us before carrying on with their evening. A little ways up the grand staircase in the middle of the room, I could see Elijah standing and talking to Klaus. When he glanced in my direction and first caught sight of me, however, he froze, mouth slightly open before a smile tugged its way onto his face. He said something to his brother, then started walking down the stairs and towards me.

"See? He's head over heels," said Rebekah, leaning in to whisper the words in my ear. I could hear the smirk in her voice. "I'll give you two some space."

With that, she disappeared into the crowd. A moment later, Elijah stood before me, looking even more handsome than usual (which I hadn't thought possible) in an immaculate tuxedo.

"I'm so glad you made it," he said, his words a bit breathless. He looked me up and down, his expression awed, and I smiled back at him. "You look... absolutely stunning."

"Thank you," I said, doing a little curtesy. Elijah grinned. "You look fantastic, too."

"You're very kind."

He paused, staring at me for another few moments, and despite the noise in the rest of the room I had a feeling he could hear my heart pounding. Finally, he held his arm out to me, grinning with a gleam in his eye.

"Come with me," he said. "I have a few people I'd like you to meet."

We made our way around the room, me holding tight to Elijah's arm as he at last introduced me to the rest of his family. I'd met Klaus and obviously Rebekah, but now I got to meet Kol, Finn, and his mother, too. I got the distinct impression his mother was up to something bad, and Elijah shared similar suspicions with me as we moved back into the crowd. But, for tonight, we decided to put every supernatural problem on hold and enjoy the magical evening together.

Finally, after a toast from the Original family themselves, it was time to take to the dance floor. Elijah immediately found me, offering a hand.

"May I have this dance?"

I smiled and took his hand. "Of course."

Elijah led me out onto the dance floor, twirling me into the dance's starting position amidst all the other couples. All kinds of different friends, foes, and otherwise interesting guests dotted the floor, but I ignored every single one of them. The rest of the room fell away as Elijah and I twirled into the first steps of the dance, eyes only for each other.

"I feel like I'm in a fairytale," I admitted, smiling as Elijah twirled me out and away from him before pulling me back into his chest. The look on his face sent warmth blooming through my chest.

"You certainly look the part of a fairytale princess."

I grinned, laughing a little and leaning my head on Elijah's chest. When I looked up again, I found him smiling at me, and in that moment I couldn't possibly have been happier.

"Says the literal Disney prince."

Elijah chuckled. "A Disney prince, hm?"

"Impeccable manners and honor, a true gentleman, handsome, dresses nice, and brought me a rose to ask me on a date? Yes. A Disney prince."

"I didn't realize I checked so many of the boxes."

"Easily."

"Well then, I'm very lucky to have found my princess."

I beamed at Elijah as the dance wound to an end, his arms wrapped tight around my waist as he held me to his chest. Slowly, just barely, he leaned down and glanced at my lips. I knew he wanted to take it slow for me, which I appreciated, but this was one thing I didn't want to take it slow on anymore.

"May I kiss you?" he muttered, voice low with only a few inches between us. I grinned.

"Hell yes."

"You know, I don't think Disney princesses swear-"

"Oh, shut up."

With that, I closed the distance between us and kissed Elijah, hard. He immediately returned the kiss, deepening it a little bit, although not too much since we were still in the middle of the dance floor. And just like in basically every Disney princess movie, in that moment, with Elijah, I knew I'd found my happily ever after.

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[apollo-god-of-prophecy]

Hi, hello, nice to meet you, trying to figure out my godly parent, narrowed it down to Aphrodite or you, so, obligatory: Are you my father?

-Unclaimed Demigod

Well if you tell me about your mortal parent I might be able to help you

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[livealittleoc-cb]

Happy Valentine’s Day!

CW: Food depicted in picture

Welcome Aristaeus the Greek God of Bee Keeping!

🐝: Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! It’s nice to meet you all! 🥰 I hope everyone has someone to be their valentine, be it a friend or lover! I’m going to be doing Val deliveries and I made some extra Honey Buns so if anyone wants one I can stop by while I’m on my route! ^^

Welcome Hermes the Greek God of Travel && Messanger God or the Gods!

🪽: Happy Valentine’s Day beautiful beautiful people.~ Today is holding a busy busy afternoon it seems and I’m taking my morning to relax before I have to go to work. On days like this is when I’m so happy I have a heated pool. Really helps with relaxing before having to run around and give people stuff...I also have a set at midnight-. Almost forgot about that oops~ Hopefully everyone is having a good day and have a little love to do stuff with.~ And even if you don’t enjoy it and have some fun alone~ Alone time is always nice.~

Welcome Aphrodite the Greek Goddess of Love && Beauty!

💋: Hello and Happy Valentine's Day my little loves.~ I hope everyone has been having a pleasant and fun month of hearts! I know I sure have been.~ I'll be doing some flower deliveries along with being at the nail salon so if anyone wants any last minute flowers for yourself or a loved one or just want some last minute Valentine's Day themed nails let me know.~ I'll also be in charge of taking any requests or messages for Ace, Cupid or Eros while they're on their shifts! Even if you don't want anything or have nothing for the three loves still consider stopping by to say hey, I don't bite sweetheart.~

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello dear , how are you today🫶🏼♥️ Sorry to bother you🪄. Can i request a Jealous Qin , Rudra , Kojiro ( or Thor if you want ) , you know Juvia from Fairy Tail ? With a Juvia ! Reader please? Pretty pretty please .

Juvia! Reader is in love with them (Those three or four Koji/Rudra/Qin or Thor) and a guy , that Juvia ! Reader once met , in the Ragnarok fell madly in love with Juvia! Reader . They always want Juvia! Reader to be by their side but Juvia!Reader s/o wants J!Reader back!

For the guy who fell madly in love= pls can it be Rudra/Qin/Kojiro or Thor's rival or friend pls

Have a nice and wonderful day take caree♥️

-You were a minor rain goddess, but you were still very powerful when you focused, being able to control the raindrops to make bullets if you wanted, or surround others in a ball of water of your rain to knock them out.

-You were a bit quirky, speaking in first person, but you were very likeable and popular, you were regarded as one of the most beautiful goddesses in Valhalla.

-You got along with everyone, unless if you felt you were disrespected, then you were downright terrifying.

-And you were a passionate woman, full of so much love to give, but only to the man who had stolen your heart.

-Qin Shi Huang- Huang was almost always smiling around you, holding you hand, elated that he was the one that you chose, but as a former emperor, someone as perfect as you was perfect for him. He made you feel so special, so delicate, despite being a goddess yourself, even a minor one, he made you feel like you were the only woman in the world when it came to him. You trusted Huang completely, and you were never jealous when other women were around, however he was the opposite, if another man was around you, one that he knew that wasn’t after you romantically, he was glaring hard, an arm around your hips, silently threatening the other man. You were waiting on a bridge for Huang, your meeting place so you could go on your date, when you heard a voice, “Excuse me miss!” you turned and saw a man, a minor wind god, who was blushing slightly before he came and kneeled before you, holding a hand up, “Is this what love at first sight is called?!” you squeaked, your face turning red as you held your cheeks, shying away from him, “Y/N is so embarrassed by your words, but Y/N is-” a new voice then spoke up, “Taken!” the god looked up, seeing Huang there, his eyes widening as you blushed, your arms going around his waist, “My love~” this other god stood, a glare on his face, “A human? Such a beauty deserves another god by her side, not a human!” You turned with an icy glare, sending a shiver up his spine, “Do not insult my love. Huang is Y/N’s one and only.” Huang beamed brightly at your praise, pecking your cheek which made you turn, holding you cheeks before Huang made this other god leave.

-Rudra- He adored you and everything about you, you were the calm rain to his storm, a perfect match, even Aphrodite called your relationship perfect, as you balanced each other out perfectly. He trusted you completely, and you him, but he was very protective of you, as he knew that you were stunning, anyone could steal you away from him. You always assured him that nobody could ever take you away from him, and he believed you, but when he saw other men around you, he became extremely jealous and wouldn’t hesitate to threaten to throw hands to defend you. You were walking through the Hindu pantheon, looking for you love, when someone called out to you, and you turned, seeing Shiva and his three wives who were quick to envelope you in group hug, making you giggle, “Y/N is so happy to see you all!” Rudra overheard and rounded the corner, seeing you being hugged by Shiva and he saw red. Shiva saw his friend approaching and instantly grinned, “Y/N I want you to by fourth wife!” you let out a squeak as his wives were quickly laughing, seeing their husband tease Rudra who immediately pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in all four, “No, Y/N is mine!” hearts appeared in your eyes, “Rudra~” before Shiva started laughing and Rudra pouted, realizing Shiva had been teasing him before all six of you were laughing.

-Kojiro- Even after years of dating, Kojiro had no idea how he managed to get your attention, not that he was complaining, unlike others who were angry that you chose a human, an older human, as your love, but you’ve never been happier. Despite being a rain goddess, every day spent with you was a warm and sunny day to Kojiro, his mood could be the worst and all he needs is to see you and everything melts away. He knows you’re beautiful, never forgetting to tell you, as he likes to see you flustered, but with having a pretty girlfriend comes big responsibilities, particularly in the way of other men who might steal you away. Kojiro never had to worry about you leaving him, as you only had eyes for him, but that didn’t mean others didn’t have eyes for you. He had been walking to meet you for a walk, as the weather was getting warmer and he saw you shying away from another man, another samurai who was leering at you, “C’mon pretty lady. I know you’ve got a thing for samurais!” you pouted up at him, “Y/N only has eyes for- Kojiro~!” you beamed, seeing your love, coming over to hug him but he surprised you, stepping in front of you, glaring at this other samurai, “Not very honorable of you to go after a taken woman.” This other man flinched, as he knew Kojiro was strong, he couldn’t handle his power, bowing deeply in apology before he glanced at you once more. Kojiro gripped his sword, a glare appearing on his face, “Keep your eyes to yourself, boy.” The man ran off as you threw your arms around Kojiro’s neck, pecking his cheek, “Y/N is so happy Kojiro saved Y/N~” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple before taking your hand and walking off with you.

-Thor- Not many would every even think of challenging Thor, unless if you were Lu Bu or if you had a death wish. Besides his family, the only thing that he would level worlds for, was you. He adored you, basking in your gentle affections, the only gentle thing he had in his life, that he could remember anyway. He remembers the day you first met like it was only yesterday, but it had been decades, it had been raining and he walked out, seeing a maiden standing under an umbrella and he approached, standing in the rain. You heard his footsteps and you turned, your eyes instantly widened, “Oh no! you’re getting wet! Y/N will make the rain stop!” you turned, waving your free hand and the rain was gone, surprising Thor who instantly froze, seeing a rainbow appearing above you. Many women were jealous that you had bagged Thor and men were the same way with you, but while you trusted each other completely, Thor didn’t trust others, not wanting anyone to take you away from him. Loki was notorious for flirting with you, not seriously, but he enjoyed getting Thor riled up, finding it fun. Thor did his best to ignore Loki as he popped up beside you, “Y/N~ how’s my most favorite rain goddess in Valhalla?” you giggled, greeting Loki warmly. Loki pouted, not getting a rise out of Thor like he wanted before you grinned, wrapping his arms around your neck, pecking your cheek, making you squeak, pulling back, holding your cheek. Thor’s hand covered Loki’s whole face as he looked down at him, fury around him but as soon as Loki started to laugh, he let the jokester go before picking you up, holding you up with one arm easily, calming as your arms wrapped around his neck.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror qin shi huang #ror rudra #ror kojiro sasaki #ror thor

[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

The Garden of Innocence

Pairing: Dionysus x Ariadne

M

CW: mention of death, sexual reference, language

Summary: Dionysus accidentally summons Aphrodite. She warns him not to grow too attached to a mortal lover.

Chapter 2

Dionysus’s dreams were scattered. Somewhere in the world, some women thought of him, some called his name. Elsewhere a panther sprung from a branch. It’s teeth sunk into the throat of a deer. It’s hot blood—

A fire burned for him, singeing the hands of—

A shudder ran through the deer. The last of its struggle. Hind feet faint against —

Dionysus, Dionysus! Prayers to him sounded amid sweating bodies, dancers clutching one another’s hands. He was their pleasure, the staining wine in their throats.

Dionysus. His father’s face, granite stern. And he is gone.

It is not difficult for a god to be in multiple places at once. That is why it came as a surprise when for days — mortal days— no sight or sound could hold him. A thunderclap, and it was raining on the fig tree again.

At first, he was relieved. Finally, something waking, vivid. He stirred, alert now, for he was surprised to find himself fully embodied, back uncomfortably pressed to the fig’s forked trunk. He has not meant to return.

It was a very nice tree. But that was all. And moreover, the mortal Theseus had annoyed him here. The world was full of trees— many of them possessed by gorgeous women.

He thought about it. Maybe there was a nymph in there. She might have drawn him in, grown bashful at the sight of such a one as he, and vanished. He liked this idea. He turned around, examines the trunk and gave a knock. “Hello,” he said, “It is the great god Dionysus. Perhaps you yearn for me?”

The tree said nothing.

The figs were ripe and smelled pleasant. He picked one and ate it. And it was quiet in the wood.

Fallen leaves rustled: She interests you.

Images of young girl entered his head. Familiar, yet dewy and gilded. Her shoulders— how gentle their slope. Her hips — how lush. A fig falls into an open hand, which stretches out to him… but he shook it off. Such thoughts were not his own.

Dionysus sighed. He was enjoying the birds and cool weather and had not wanted company, nor expected it. Nevertheless, there stood a golden woman smelling of new apples and the hot sun on drying grain.

“Aphrodite,” he said flatly.

She smiled, not her real smile, but the calculating one that spoke of court and intrigue.

“She’s pretty,” said the goddess, examining a ripe fig, “The Minoan girl.”

“She’s from Crete?” he asked.

“Oh, so you are interested.”

“She’s a girl isn’t she?” he said, “I like lots of girls … well, lots of everyone. And even you think she’s pretty.”

Aphrodite laughed. And light glittered from the surface of every wet leaf in the forest. A thousand mirrors held to the sun.

“For now.”

He knew what she meant. The girl would be dead before the goddess’s envy might fester. He pictured her hand again, this time veined and spotted with age. He felt a prickle of sadness, the sensation once again hazed with gold.

“What do you want?” he said, meeting Aphrodite’s eyes. She smiled again, soft and luminous.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I’m just looking out for you.”

“I doubt that.”

“Why?” Her face was sweet. She was good at wearing a face. It was appealingly human, with all the little freckles and irregularities other deities disdained. He’d asked her about it once.

“What is more beautiful?” she answered, “The lyre played by a beloved hand or by an automaton?”

He had not understood.

His older brother, who loved lofty riddles, said, “It’s true. Sometimes the spotted lamb is dearest to the shepherd.”

“Oh?” Dionysus laughed at him, “Then why are you perfect?”

Apollo said simply, “I am not a lamb.”

That much he understood. Apollo was god of plague and searing heat. He did not need love.

Aphrodite didn’t either. Dionysus was pretty sure she just wanted to be special.

He looked at her critically now. Before he could speak she rolled her eyes.

“You summoned me, silly. You were dreaming of her. It’s not that complicated — or don’t you remember?”

“Look,” he said, “Isn’t it mating season somewhere? Go … pair off some swans or something.”

“If you say so,” she said, more focused on picking a tangle from her hair, “I suppose … oh, I’ll just tell you. Don’t grow too fond. She will die soon. I mean it.”

“Of course she will. She’s mortal. Bye now.”

Aphrodite winced, as if something unseen caused her visceral pain.

“Wow,” he said, distancing himself while she was too distracted to mesmerize him, “I just remembered how many important things I had to do today!”

“I like you, Dionysus.” She looked at him with pity. “I mean that too.”

“What’s that?” He cupped his ear to the empty breeze, “An orgy in Thebes? In my honor? Oh, I can’t be another minute late!”

He sauntered aimlessly, any direction away from her with her chiming voice and enveloping scent. But there was no need. She was already gone.

He was glad to be sure he was alone again. It was a beautiful day. The rain could make him neither cold nor wet and he was starting to like the look of this island. He thought he might go for an swim.

“I’ll tell you what,” he scoffed to himself, “She wants me to clear out so she can kill the girl and have that Theseus all to herself.”

He found himself at the island’s hem in a couple of godly strides. It was comprised of high crags overlooking a few miles of shale. It did not matter. He was a god and could make the leap. By the time he reached the water he had already become a pod of sea lions.

Continued: (x)

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[entorri]

BruceFest 2022 | Ted Raimi Photos & Signing Experience #1

Ted was the first person I got to meet at the festival! Seeing him in person on the stage at the opening ceremony was so surreal— it felt like a dream. Actually, throughout the entire weekend, I had to keep grounding myself and reminding myself that I was there. In the flesh. And they were, too.

Before taking my first picture with him, I was very fidgety and anxious and I was messing with my hair a lot, to the point where someone my dad and I had met at the fest, who was standing in line with us, started to pick on me about it. The man went right before me, and as he was leaving, I was standing next to Ted and he whispered something in his ear. I knew exactly what he was doing, and so I dejectedly whine, “Hey, come on! Don’t do that!”

Ted turns to me and goes, “oh, are you nervous about your hair?”

I say, “I am nervous about my hair, yeah. And they keep making fun of me for it!”

He immediately says “it looks great! It looks amazing! Are you kidding me?”

Ted helps me get in position for the picture. He’s super gentle and respectful! We take the picture, I say my goodbye, and then I get right back in line for another photo with Ted, but with my dad too!

When I walk through the curtain again, Ted smiles and says “Hey, I know you! We go way back! Glad to see you again!”

Ted then instructs my dad to get on his left side. He explains to him that he’s going to push my dad away and that my dad has to look super pissed about it as Ted and I get all cozy together. 💀 I’d seen Ted do this in photos before online, and I was honored he wanted to try it out with me.

Ted is incredibly personable, charming, and funny. He knows exactly what to say to make you feel at ease and treats you like an old friend. At the signings, he asked for my name, which you usually don’t get from celebrities at these events— and he remembered it throughout the weekend as well! But he also called me “dear” / “my dear” and “young lady,” which felt so nice.

Men can flatter women and make them feel beautiful and appreciated without being disrespectful and gross? Who woulda thought?

The first thing I asked him to sign was this print of an art piece I made of Travis. Here’s how our conversation went:

N: Hello!

T: Hey! How you doing again? Good to see ya!

N: I’m good, how are you? I just have this art print I’d love you to sign for me.

T: This is great!

N: Thank you!

T: Where do I—? How do I get these cool things? I always find them online.

N: Honestly? I will literally—

Then Bruce leans over to check out what Ted is signing. Ted shows him.

T: It’s me!

B: Where’s that from?

T: It’s from the game.

B: Really?

T: I’m a cop, yeah.

N: Rough night.

T: Yeah, rough night. It’s really weird, I guess I’m just learning this but I’m sure you’re quite used to it, but— there’s a whole bunch of fan art which is, like, an alternate reality of that world. So, this [my art piece] isn’t in the game, but it takes place during a long night where these—

B: Yeah, with Evil Dead there’s just a bunch of— just a bunch of art.

T: Yeah! Pretty much the same thing.

N: I will totally print it out and bring you another print tomorrow!

T: Would you?!

N: Yeah!

T: Is it expensive to do?

N: No, not at all!

T: Thank you! And who do I make it out to, first of all? Is it your— did you draw this?!

N: Yes!

T: This is your—?! Oh, I saw this online! I think it’s online?

N: I posted it a couple places, yeah.

T: Not on… not on Pinterest…

N: Instagram?

T: No, it was…

N: Tumblr?

T: Tumblr! I saw it on Tumblr! Yeah, you’re really talented!

And then he asks for my name. He notices my signature on my art and says he recognizes it. I pronounce it for him and told him that it’s a play on my name.

And then I quickly show him a picture of the gecko I got over the summer, who I named Joxer. Ted said he’s adorable. Bruce was leaning over and seemed to want a peek too, so I showed him, and then he started singing, “Joxer the mighty, smells like Aphrodite,” and Ted joined in. <3

I went through to get a couple more things signed. Here’s how they turned out! Ted always has something funny to write on the pictures.

Sadly, there were no places in Estes park where I could get another print of my artwork, so I wasn’t able to fulfill my promise of getting one to him. At least I know that the Ted Raimi wanted a print of my art, though.

Insane. Crazy. Unbelievable.

I’ll be posting more about my experience at the fest with not only Ted, but Bruce too, so stay tuned! Until then, here’s Joxer, my idiot reptilian son. <3

#bruce fest #BruceFest #BruceFest2022 #Bruce Campbell #Ted Raimi #Travis Hackett #The Quarry #hacketteers #joxer #Joxer the Mighty #xena #xena warrior princess #seaquest #sea quest #evil dead #the evil dead #army of darkness #chet kaminski #cute couple ???? #does this man know what he's doing to me #gonna cry and throw up #what the fuck #ted raimi looks at tumblr guys #time to evacuate

[nepobabyeurydice]

Rosas Blancas

Summary:

Rosa Valdez is dying and Leo goes to see her one last time with Calypso there to mediate. It goes better and worse than expected.

Read on Ao3

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“Do you know what you’re going to do?” Calypso asks as they approach the ranch. Her cinnamon hair is pulled into two of those bubble braids that the Aphrodite swore by as fashionable and comfortable, and her mouth is set in grim determination as she gazes at the door like she’s about to fight off her own father. Leo is grateful she came with him, Piper and Jason would’ve been too overprotective and jumpy, Calypso at least could keep herself serene and blank unlike his friends.

“Not a fucking clue,” he admits as he climbs the steps, his boots make noise on the porch, and suddenly he feels nostalgic remembering the dances they used to have on this porch when the night grew dark and the only light was that of the porch. His hand hovered over the door, already in a fist to knock it, but Leo couldn’t quite bring himself to do it.

His hand shook, and he put it down slowly, taking one breath, and then another. Calypso lays a supporting hand on his shoulder and knocks on the door for him. He shoots her a grateful look and tries not to tremble as the door opens.

“Esperanzita’s boy,” Tio Concho grunts, reaching out a hand to ruffle Leo’s hair as Leo blinks back tears and Calypso places a hand between them.

“Hello,” Calypso greets serenely, “I’m Leo’s foster sister, Calypso Atlasides, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Tio Concho eyes her, his huge mustache quivers in thought, and even that’s nostalgic to Leo. “You’re whiter than you sounded over the phone.”

Leo doesn’t even twitch, he had heard worse from other kids at school and from his own family after the funeral. He still intervenes before Calypso can get outraged. “Tio, it’s nice to see you. Where’s Elena and Carlos?”

Tio Concho sobers. “Out back with your abuela. Come, I’ll take you.”

He gestures for them to enter, and they follow, Leo doesn’t dare pull out any pipe cleaners or rubber bands to fiddle with. The ranch house was meant for twelve children to each have their own room and play. Out of all of them, Leo’s Abuela Ximena had inherited the ranch in lieu of her brother Kevin and thus, Tia Rosa and his Mama as her only children were meant to inherit the ranch. Now it’d probably fall onto either Elena or Carlos to take care of Visabuelo’s Sammy’s ranch. Leo stops, feeling a smile tug at his lips, at least he finally knows now why Abuela Ximena’s middle name was Hazel. He wonders how she’d react if she met her namesake and decides it’s not best to test it, she’d have a stroke.

Leo and Calypso walk into the backyard deck and his breath hitches at the sight of his family. Elena as is always perfectly put together the same way she had always been since she was ten and lorded her two years over Leo. Her glossy black hair had been cut short sometime between then and now, but she still looked the same. Carlos had a beard now which made Leo feel frozen in time, he was a year and five younger than Carlos, yet Carlos clearly had his life even more put together than Leo had ever even in Camp Half-Blood.

He tries for a winning smile, shoving the little Molotov cocktail of anger into the pit of his stomach. “Primos! Como les va? 

Elena smiles and embraces him, she’s as scrawny as he is. “Leonidas,” she says, and cups his face in her hands, she frowns seeing the cut he has on his cheeks from the shrapnel coming off the Argo II. “It’s so good to see you. And who is this?”

“This,” he says, motioning towards Calypso, “is my foster sister, Calypso Atlasides. She came with me since Nyssa wouldn’t let me come alone.”

Nyssa had tried to convince him to stay at the camp until she could tell Jason and Piper who were in Rome and Oklahoma respectively for June, but Leo had argued that Calypso was more than fit to take him and that they'd go to California after for her to speak with Atlas. She had given in although not before sending a message to one of their siblings in Camp Jupiter to be on stand-by to pick Leo up.

He loves Nyssa, he really does, but she feels like his mom sometimes instead of his slightly older sister.

“A pleasure,” Elena says, offering her hand to Calypso, who daintily shakes it. “Where have you been, Leo?”

Leo shrugs, trying to seem affable despite wearing the nicest clothes he had in his closet at Camp which had been a gift for Piper last Christmas. “Texas mostly, last year though they found me a place in New York that’s more my style and that’s my permanent home, apparently. Our foster dad, Chiron, runs this summer camp, so we get to socialize with a ton of people.”

“Summer camp?” Elena asks, curiously. She looks over Leo’s shoulder and gives a small shake of her head, probably to Carlos. “Is it like the movies with canoeing and zip-lining?”

“Yes and no,” Calypso intervened smoothly. “We do canoe races, but we also do metalwork, architecture and have historical projects like building replicas of Greek triremes. A lot of rich people like sending their children away during prime tour season, and they make their way to us.”

Elena’s eyes widen, her smile becomes more real, and Leo feels grateful that he can still read her easily. He glances back to Carlos, who’s speaking with Abuela. Abuela isn’t looking at Leo but instead out into the plains, and Leo’s heart sinks. She still blamed him for his mother’s death then.

Elena follows Leo’s gaze and her excitement dies down. She motions for them to follow and Leo tries not to throw up as they approach his grandmother, somehow he didn’t think that she’d appreciate that.

Leo stops, just in front of Carlos, who shakes his hand but says nothing else. Abuela doesn’t speak, she never makes the first move.

“Abuela Ximena,” Leo says, trying to sound dutiful and respectful instead of sad and resentful. “It’s nice to see you.”

Abuela Ximena sighs, turning to look at Leo, and he’s struck by how much she and he look like Sammy Valdez. The same impish face, eyes and sardonic twist to their lips. Leo’s face was a bit uglier due to his father’s nose and his too big ears, but beyond that he and Abuela shared an uncanny resemblance.

“Leonidas, they said you ran away twenty times, I’m surprised you're still alive.”

“Tia Callida made me tenacious.” Leo replies without missing a beat and to his surprise everyone in the room flinches. Abuela Ximena guiltily adverts her eyes, and Carlos and Elena share a look.

“Callida is dead.” Abuela says she sounds sad.

“I know,” Leo lies, “she had a letter sent to me after her death.” If he never had to see Hera again, it’d be too soon.

Abuela nods, straightens up and Leo unconsciously straightens up with her, ready to steady her like he did when he was a child. He hates himself for it. They had abandoned him, told him he killed his mother and left a nine-year-old to duke it out with the foster care system, and he still wants their approval.

“Calypso, was it? Come here, child.” Abuela says, and Calypso stands in front of his grandmother, probably using her magic to peer into her soul or something. “Tell me, do you know what Leonidas did?”

No, Leo thinks, dread trickling down his spine. No, no, no, it’s been nine years.

“Of course,” Calypso says unflinchingly. “He survived when your daughter did not, I’d think you should be more grateful a piece of your supposedly beloved daughter lived instead of despising it, but then again we’re all entitled to our own opinions.”

The deck goes silent. One beat, then two. Abuela turns red in embarrassment and fury, and Calypso is unmoved. Leo remembers with some amusement that Apollo and Hephaestus had been one of her few regular visitors to her island, and she’d likely thrown even more acidic quips in her direction.

“What do you know about that?” Abuela demands.

“My father tried to kill me, and my siblings locked me in a manor for ten years until Leo finally broke into said manor and helped me escape.” Calypso replies, going with the official ‘rich family with dark secrets’ story she and Chiron had concocted while creating her identity. The sad part was if you replaced the manor with an island and ten years for two millennia she had changed basically nothing, and it was perfectly believable. “In that time I’ve learned one of my sisters is dead, the other two are in jail and my brothers are missing. It has not been an easy adjustment.”

Everyone is silent for a moment. Then, Elena speaks. “Is this why you're a foster kid?”

Calypso nods. More silence.

Leo sighs and decides to be the peacekeeper for once in his life. “What do the doctors say? About Tia Rosa?”

The mood plummets even further.

.x.

Tia Rosa looks old as Leo waits for her to wake up. Calypso sits on the other side of the room towards the windows and stares out of them. But Leo can’t pull his eyes from her pale face.

She looks so much like his mother it hurts.

Leo drums his knees with his fingers and tries to think of what he should say to the woman who ruined his life.

Hey guess what, I didn’t kill Mom and I hunted down her murderer and burned her alive and killed myself in the process? They’d send the cops after him, again. Leo licks his lips and tries not to bolt from the room, instead finally pulling out his pipe cleaners and twisting and twisting and twisting, until they resembled the knot in Leo’s stomach that consumed him whole.

“Esperanza,” Tia Rosa breathes out, and Leo freezes. “Your boy is here, Esperanza, will you forgive me now?”

Leo can’t speak. Tears prickle in his eyes, and he isn’t strong enough to do this. He moves to stand up and feels a weight on his left leg. He stares down and finds that a wind spirit is gripping his leg tightly to the chair. He meets Calypso’s gaze from across the room and begs her with his eyes to let him go. She shakes her head and another wind spirit forces him back down into the chair.

“Tia Rosa,” Leo says, and his heart feels numb. “I’m here.”

“You are. See Esperanza, I brought him back, after all he did I brought him back. Can’t you forgive me now?”

“Tia,” Leo hesitates and takes her hand. He’s overwhelmed for a moment with the urge to burn it, but the moment passes and all he feels is sick. “Tia, do you need something from me?”

Tia Rosa’s eyes focus on Leo, hazel like his mother’s and Leo nearly vomits at the sight of them. She always looked too much like his mother for his memories to be comfortable being blameless.

“The ranch,” she slurs out, she pushes herself up and Leo helps her. Leo always helps her. “It’s yours.”

“Tia, that doesn’t make any sense—”

“It was supposed to be Esperanza’s, now it’s yours. Elena is too in love with the stars to take care of the horses, Carlos is too young to think of such things. You are a practical little boy, Leo, like Esperanza, like Papa, the ranch will be yours like she wanted.” Tia Rosa says. Her eyes are like flint and stern, the same way they were when she described him as his mother’s killer.

Her eyes wander the room and land on Calypso. “You're from my dream.” she mumbles. “Leo on that dragon and you behind him as you wandered lost.”

Leo looks at Calypso hopelessly, and tries to process everything. The ranch, Sammy’s ranch, was going to him? No, Abuela would not have it, Tio Concho would not have it. Leo couldn’t take care of it, not even if—

Esperanza’s Repair Shop and Ranch, a little voice in his head whispers. Hazel could come and pick up horses for Camp Jupiter, Jason could drink out on the porch, Piper could sing the new Cherokee lullabies she was learning from her cousins in Oklahoma. Nyssa and Harley could come help out with the rest of his siblings. Calypso could pop in for special offers of food and drink for the regulars. Festus could live in the four acres of land that they owned instead of the monster infested woods of CHB. 

That dream is poison, he reminds himself. That dream is poison, that dream is poison, that dream is poison.

Then why is it so sweet?

Leo swallows the hope rising in his chest and instead lets go of Tia Rosa’s hand. “I hope you get better,” he lies. “Bye, Tia.”

“Hasta el final y hacia delante, Leo.” Tia Rosa says, her gaze focusing on Leo. “May Esperanza forgive both of us.”

Leo swallows the lump in his throat and nods. Calypso lets the wind spirits off him and they both stand. Calypso exits first and Leo bows his head in some semblance of respect to the dying.

“Que Dios te bendiga, Rosa.” Leo says. He takes Calypso’s hand and they exit the room.

They wait outside the door. Leo looks at her, she looks at Leo.

“California?” Leo asks, already pulling out a drachma.

“California.” Calypso agrees, a rainbow forming in front of them.

Leo smiles, giddy and maybe a little freely. He left Elena and Carlos his number for Camp, Abuela Ximena had refused to speak to him and Tio Concho was probably helping on the farm. Leo had finally had the chance to clear the fucking air and nothing, not even the gods themselves would keep him from achieving his dreams now that he had.

They walk out of the hospital, already planning their trip back to New York.

#heroes of olympus #leo valdez #calypso #my writing #🌻.fic #queue for the queue god

[kentopedia]

hi!! for your collab, can i join with dazai + aphrodite & adonis? (i hope basing on greek myth is ok too, ik it says historical!)

also hello! (^０^)ノ

hi!! omg it's so nice to meet you carina, i'm excited to be mooties! ooh yes, definitely, this sounds SO GOOD !!! i loveee greek mythology, so i'm super excited to read this one. thank you so much for joining, i'm so happy you're interested :,,)

#໒꒱ rylie's angels #xoxo . . . carina

[mysticaldeanvoidhorse]

Forged in Love

Hephaestus x Aphrodite!reader

Page break credits @firefly-graphics

Master list

Merry Christmas!

Part 4

taglist: @streets-in-paradise @floraroselaughter

taglist open :)

You and Athena dispersed with everyone back to the main decorated room.“Okay, what’s up?”  Athena asked you.

“What do you mean?”  You responded.

“I saw you looking at Hephaestus”  

“I looked at him like everyone did when he walked up, what is your point?”

“Oh please, I have known you too long for that.  That wasn’t a ‘I’m a gossip whore, what more drama can this guy bring?’ that was a ‘I am interested in this guy’ look”.  Your cheeks grew red.

“No it wasn’t, I don’t know him and I barely saw him, he covered himself up so even if I wanted to see him, not that I do, it wouldn’t matter anyway because he left.”  You responded defensively.

“He left the room, but not the party.”  You could tell she was trying to bait you and you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

“Oh, I didn’t even notice.”  You tried to sound casual even though it was the truth.

“I have met him, you know.”  She told you.  This got your attention.

“What? How have you never told me?” 

“I didn’t say anything because it wasn’t relevant and you are always telling me how much you don’t like to gossip.”  She gave you a pointed look.  You rolled your eyes because she was right.

“Okay,  but at least tell me why the rumors depict him as a gruesome figure, when I couldn’t see any.  I am no trying to gossip, just set the record straight.”  You took a sip from your glass.  She gave you a look that said, I don’t believe you for a second.

“He doesn’t meet the Olympic standard of beauty and if you want to know why, you will have to see for yourself.”

“I only would care out of professional curiosity.”  You told her.

“Sure.”  She took a sip and looked around.  “Oh, I need to say hello to Hecate, so while I do that you go find your mystery man.”

“He is not my mystery man, ‘Thena.  And even so, he isn’t here.”

“Sure he is, he is right out there on the balcony.”  You followed where she motioned and sure enough, there he was, a cloaked figure that you could barely make out.

“How did you even see him?  I barely see him and I am looking for him.”  You looked at her amazed.

“I see things many don’t.”  She responded.  And that was the truth, which made sense given she was the goddess of strategic warfare and wisdom.  “Now, I must go save Hecate from Apollo, she is much too nice to save herself.”  With that she grabbed your glass from your hands and nudged you towards the balcony.

You walked slowly, trying to think of something to say.  Usually you didn’t have to start conversations as gods tripped over themselves to win your attention but you knew he was no ordinary god. 

“Well, here goes nothing”  You thought to yourself, and stepped into the night air.

     The figure didn't move so you cleared your throat.  He turned slightly, acknowledging your presence.

“Not one for parties?”  You asked as lightly as you could.  You cringed thinking duh, he never comes to any.  You stayed slightly behind him, and far enough way to seem like less of a threat.

“No.”  He finally responded.  The voice was deep, gruff, and sexier than you expected.

“Honestly, me either.”  You told him honestly.

He half turned, and you saw his hair peek out of his hood.  You wanted to look but did your best to not stare so you looked out at the beautiful night sky.  Nyx really outdid herself, even for a party.

He breathed a short laugh.  “I seriously doubt that.”  

“Why do you doubt it?”  You half turned to him.

“Because you are the goddess of love and beauty, isn’t your whole thing being admired?”  It was the most he had said to you yet.  But it wasn’t accusatory, merely an observation

“Maybe once upon a time, eons ago.  But there is more to me than meets the eye, and I think we should judge others based on their actions and personalities, and not based on rumors or looks.”  You now looked at him pointedly.  He faced you but you couldn’t see his face given the night and he was in a shadow so any light coming from inside did not shine on him.

“If only everyone thought that.” You weren’t sure if he meant that for you or not so you changed the subject.

“Sounds like you know who I am then.”  You continued.

“Who doesn’t? Just because I don’t know everyone in that room doesn’t mean I don’t know of them.”   He placed his hand in view on the ledge.

“I suppose that is fair.  I guess we are on the same page, then.  I only know rumors of you, and you only know the same of me.”  You took the slightest step closer.  He didn’t miss it and stiffened but didn’t move.

“I suppose.  Although my rumors are worse.”

“I don’t know, you just told me you thought I was self obsessed, selfish, and shallow.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you thought it.”

“True.”  You laughed and the tension eased slightly.  

“I appreciate your honesty.  It is hard to come by.”

“Lying isn’t productive or helpful.”

“I agree.”  You told him.  He sighed.

“Am I bothering you?”  A pause.

“No.”

“Then I am flattered.  Again, since what I know of you is speculation, I would think that I am one of the few who at the least, you don’t hate.”

“What makes you think I don’t hate you?”  You detected humor in his deep voice.

“Are you making jokes now?”

“I suppose I am.”

“Then I am even more flattered.  But what else would you expect from a shallow goddess?”  You said with humor.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”  You asked curiously.

“For taking a few moments without trying to discover my secrets.  By now someone would have mentioned my appearance.”  You could hear the hurt and vulnerability in his voice.

“I will be honest with you Hephaestus,”  You began softly.  “I am curious about the rumors and your cloak only adds to your mystery, but looks aren’t everything.”  He couldn’t see your face, but you hoped he heard the smile in your voice.

“Hmm, of all the gods, it is not from your lips I would have expected to hear the statement.”

“I wonder who you would expect to hear it from?”  You gently probed.

“Athena.  Or Artemis, one of the abstinent gods.”  He responded quickly.

“Athena is my closest friend.” You offered, “She is very wise, but that is unsurprising.”

“She is also kind when she wants to be.  She talks about you.”  He offered.

“Oh really?  No wonder you had the idea of me you did.”  You nervously chuckled.

“On the contrary, she had nothing but kind words for her friend.  She thinks highly of you and she is wise, so there might be something to it.”  You swore you saw a smile.

“I have to say, if I didn’t know better I would think you were smitten with her.”  You teased.  This was the wrong thing to say you quickly discovered.  He tensed and took a step further into the shadows.

“No.  She is nothing more than someone I have talked to on no more than a few occasions.  I don’t bother with those kinds of feelings.”

“I can’t help but wonder why you wouldn’t consider her a friend if you have talked on more than one occasion.  Especially since you both have decided romance is a waste of time.”  You wanted to be kind, but the way he said the comment irked you.

“Not to offend the goddess of romance, but yes, it is a waste of time.”  He said sarcastically.  He clearly could care less if he offended you.  This gave you the courage to say,

“I’ll have you know that she doesn’t think it is waste, but something unimportant to herself.  She has never once made me feel that my purpose is unimportant.  In fact, she can see the beauty in many things including love, and since she is wise maybe there is something to that opinion, as you say.”  You let out a sharp breath.

Calmly he stated, “She is wise, but in my experience loving someone never ends well.”  You had heard some of his history so you wanted to be careful.

“No, it doesn’t always end well, but does that mean it wasn’t worth it?”  You could tell he was thinking.

“In my experience, yes, it is better to not get hurt.”

“Being alone can also hurt, so is there really winning that?”  You quietly asked.

“It hurts less.”  He stated.

“I am sorry.  No one deserves to feel alone.  Even if they are alone.”

“You are not at all what I expected.”  You could tell he was looking at you and you badly wanted to see his face.

“And neither are you.  But you have an unfair advantage.”

“And what advantage is that?” He asked unbelievingly.

“You get to see my face, but I do not get to see yours.”  You tried to sound more bold than you felt.  He seemed to bristle.

“And you never will.”  He said darkly.

“Why not?”  You wouldn’t back down now.

“Not all rumors are false.”  He stated.

“Not all rumors are true.”  You countered.  He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face.

“This one is true.”

“Which one is true?”  You wanted him to be clear.

“The one where I am a hideous beast.”  He said it in such a way that made you think he had heard it many times from others and himself.  And it broke your heart.

“Do I get to decide for myself if that is true, or do I just have to believe the rumor?”  You asked softly, moving towards him slightly.  He didn’t move away and you considered that a small win.

“You really want to see?”  He asked softly.

“I do.”  You answered kindly.

“I guess it wouldn’t change anything if you were as repulsed as everyone else.”  He said so in such a vulnerable brokenness you wanted to cry for him.  You didn’t say anything, just let him continue to make his decision.  After a pause,

“Hephaestus, you have a choice here.  I won’t pressure you, but know I do want to see you, not for fuel to gossip about, but because I am genuinely curious about you now.  But you have no reason to trust me and I understand that so if you want me to walk away, I will.”  He took a deep breath and stepped close to you out of the shadows.  He slowly pulled his hood back and you saw his face for the first time and your breath hitched.  Not because he repulsed you but the opposite.  He was beautiful.  Your first glimpse of him earlier was correct.  He had a chiseled jaw, intense stare, hardened features, and his eyes seemed like they bore into your soul.  The only difference was that he had stubble on his face, like he didn’t care how he appeared, except it only added to his appeal.  Your mouth opened slightly.

“I told you.”  He muttered.  Before he could back away you took a step closer.

“No, not at all.  The opposite.  I am trying to understand why you hide your face at all.  I see no imperfections.”

“You flatter.”

“I don’t flatter, I am to be flattered, remember?”  Any humor vanished quickly given the moment.  And how close he was, yet he moved impossibly closer. He was so close you could feel his breath.  He pulled some of his hair away to show a scar above his eye.  You couldn’t help but reach up and touch it.  This caused him to close his eyes.

“This is a scar, not a grotesque imperfection.  This is not something to cause such a horrid rumor.”  You said so softly you didn’t know if you said it out loud or not.  You must have because he opened his eyes and continued his intense stare.  You weren’t sure if he knew how to do anything less intense.  He reached down to put his hand on your cheek causing your eyes to flutter, but you kept eye contact. He had a way about him that you couldn’t look away, not because it was like a train wreck, but because he commanded that respect.  You didn’t think he even knew it.

“Maybe, but you missed the most obvious part.”  You frowned, not understanding.  He backed away and you missed his warmth.  He then showed you his arm.  Or rather, where an arm would be.  In its place was a metallic arm that radiated power, and it ended at his shoulder.  You stared in awe.

“Did you make it?”  You asked.

“Yes.”

“It’s beautiful.  The craftsmanship is divine.”

“Glad you like it,”  He said, a little confused and amused.

“Someday you will have to tell me the story.”  You didn’t push for it now, knowing this had to be more than he was ready for, but thankful he complied with your probing.

“Hmm someday.”  He said distractedly, still gazing.

You slowly reached for him.

“Can you feel this?”  You questioned, lightly putting your hand on his ‘arm’.

“Yes.”  He closed his eyes.  His arm was cool, as metal would be on a cold night but it didn’t bother you.

“Fascinating.  You truly are talented to be able to create such a masterpiece.”

“You don’t have to say things you think I want to hear.”  His eyes were once again peering into your soul.

“I thought we were always being honest?”  You countered.  “I know what beauty is, remember.”

He smirked.

“I suppose you would.”  You smiled at him but shivered, as the air was getting much cooler.  You took your hand away and wrapped it around yourself, frustrated for the lack of contact with this mysterious man.

“You’re cold.”  It was a statement, and he took his cloak off and wrapped it around you.  It was warm, and smelled like fire metal, and something so manly, so lovely, so divine; so like him.  You liked it.

“Thank you.”  You said sincerely.  “You must spend a lot of time in your forges, your cloak smells of fire and metal.”  You smiled jovially.  His smile lessened.

“I am sorry, I wasn't thinking.”  He made a move to take it but you sheltered it from his grasp.

“It was not an insult, and you are not taking away my warmth.”  He chuckled,

“I am sorry my lady, I meant no harm.”

“Good, otherwise I would have to leave for such insolence”  You mocked, throwing your nose in the air.

“My apologies, please don’t leave.”  And you knew he meant it.

“Why would I, when I am sincerely enjoying getting to know you?”  You answered seriously.

He made a move to put his arm on yours but stopped.

“Why do you hesitate?” You asked.

“My presence, my touch, is not usually wanted, I am not used to such warmth.”

“Well…get used to it.” You answered by looking him straight on.  He smiled for real, and you could tell this genuinely meant something to him.

“Aphrodite, there you are!”  Zeus interrupted.  “I see you have met Hephaestus,  He doesn’t like these things but I made him promise to stay for awhile, I am glad you trapped him into staying haha!”  he clearly was enjoying the ambrosia a bit too much.

“Yes, my lord, I have kept him here longer than I am sure he wanted to stay.” You said mostly looking at Hephaestus.  He just kept looking at you, no expression to be found so you didn’t know what he was feeling.

“Well, come join the party!  Have you said hello to Ares?” He wiggled his eyebrows and laughed at what he thought was clever. Ever full of tact.

“I will, my lord, in a moment.”  

“No now, we must enjoy the evening otherwise Demeter might not like it.”  He said half bitterly.  You knew he wanted everyone to enjoy the night that he put on to snub her, and you just weren’t in the mood but meekly nodded.  He nodded satisfactorily, and walked back inside.

“I guess I have to go.”  You told Hephaestus.

“So it seems.” His voice never revealed how he felt and you wished you could read him better.

“I suppose I will see you at the next gathering?”  You asked more hopeful than you meant to betray.

“I suppose you will.”  He said.

“Until the next time then”  You said, turning to go inside.

He grabbed your hand and kissed it, causing your stomach to flip.  You didn’t trust your voice to respond to such tenderness ironically, but halfway back towards the room you thought to say,

“You lied, by the way.”

“I did?”  He questioned.

“You said this rumor was true. It is not”  You smiled and turned to go back inside.  You missed the heartfelt smile he wouldn’t be dropping any time soon.

#aphrodite x hephaestus #Hephaestus!Bucky #hephaestus x aphrodite!reader #Hephaestus #hephaestus greek god #aphrodite!reader #Aphrodite #Greek #Greek Mythology #greek gods #greek fic #Forged in Love

[tiressian]

Hello! Same anon from the Deity AU here with another ask!

I feel like Deity! Satoru as said before would have this divine angelic beauty to him so therefore it’d be funny if he had white angel wings to add to the look

He meets Shoko after snooping around on Earth for a bit and he’s immediately drawn to her, she just has this dark aura to her that’s so… alluring to him

And she’s so pretty to him too, he never really found humans attractive to be honest, especially after seeing what other gods did to them and took advantage of humans

(cough, cough… Zeus…)

Deity! Satoru has NEVER felt anything like this before for someone so it’s all new to him, his instincts are telling him to protect her, keep her safe, to not let her die, and to never leave her side

Once he reveals himself to her he’s amused that she doesn’t immediately fall head over heels for him, he’s like the male equivalent of Aphrodite, sex symbol if you will, and that just draws him to her more

As for Shoko she tries to push her obvious attraction towards Deity! Satoru away for obvious reasons but it’s hard to do with all the sexual tension and all

I imagine Deity! Satoru to either be the same height as in canon (over 1.90 cm) or to be even taller than canon for the height difference between him and Shoko

Ooh nice i love that but also i super love the comedy:

Him being like, *descends upon her, wings spread, he thinks he looks pretty majestic if he does say so himself*

"BE NOT AFRAIDDDD"

"I'm not."

Silence.

"...." him muttering off to another deity (Suguru) that Shoko can't see, Suguru is trying not to laugh, "can I get an assist here..."

#answered asks #deity au

[himbos-hotline]

Hi, I'm new here Who's Jay?

Hello new friend! thank you for leaping into my ask blog!

Okay so, Jayden Aphrodite Orton or as theyre known now Jay [SUPER OCCASIONALLY Jayden] Gray Orton. Was born on the 29th of November 1993, making her 29 now. However I kinda stick with him beign twenty eight. He is one of many wrestling OCS I have. Adopted by Willow and James Orton when he was two, she grows up a pretty normal girl in the normal household of girls do girl things and boys do boys things. She does ballroom dancing as a child and grows up with a passion for musical theatre and acting as well as medicine. He grows up wanting to be an actor until an unfortunate accident renders her hard of hearing/deaf [she uses the terms interchangably] which means that he now has hearing aids. He forgoes the desire to act to become a doctor instead, facianted by how people can just mend and heal like nothing bad happened.

At age thirteen her parents send her off to Blackpool, to an old friend William Regal who is going to teach Jay the art of wrestling as a way for her to get his extra energy out [plottwist its medicated/undiagnosed hyperactive ADHD] but Regal takes thsi little 13 year old from Chicago under his wings and trains him all the art of wrestling, Jay realises that she has a passon for death matches and hardcore wrestling, and shes damn fucking good at it. Jay goes to join NXT and meets Adam Cole. They become quick friends and mixed tag partners, which quickly breaks down into them becoming fuck-buddies with a lot of emotions attached until cole breaks up the tag team and chooses to go after and win the NXT title, making them enimies.

Up on the main roster, Jay struggles because theyre not allowed to do anything apart from a few high flying moveis and years go by where Jay just isnt happy in her position, made worse by coles call up. So this is when Jericho starts slowly manpulating and selling Jay on the idea of joining the JAS and AEW and so she shows up with the rest of the JAS. They start treating Jay at first like a princess a gloruos little angel who can do their dirtywork until she starts to loose matches and the JAS start getting annoyed and agrivated and start bullying them - cue wrestlers weekly standing up for this little new kid who keeps being picked on. Jay ends up doing a diving headbutt during a amtch with Kris Stratlander and cracks their head on both a steel chair and a ring anvas- he's concussed instatnyl nad really doesnt remember how she got backstage [the best friends and kris helped him there and wheeler looked after them and took her back to the JAS lockerroom]

Jay has their therapy rabbit Hemlock [yes, like the poision] there and shes chatting away to the rabit when he starts to completely like zone our and dissocate. This is where he meets kenny someone who treats them and calms him down and whene Jay first registers that theres someone else in the room she panics instantly cuz the JAS trained her to not show emotions especially those who are like sad or guilty emotions. Jay states that she doesnt know who kenny is, because theybve only really kinda seen him around and not spoken to him and Kenny sticks his hand out and goes "Kenny omega, now you know me!" and when jay introsduces themselve as "Jayden Orton" Kenny smiles and "nice to meet ya jay"

and everything kinda just snaps int place. Jay! Nobody had ever called them Jay before, like the bird and everything nice and kind. And thats a boys name, Jay wouldnt mind being a boy. Jay

she likes it.

so yeah Kenny provides an entire gender crisis. Jay snaps out of dissocation and switches for a panic attack which kenny helps and explains that "oh my partner has these sometimes, he really doesnt like to be alone sometimes.are you going to be okay?- Oh! you two should meet youd really like him! he's really kind, and cute."

Kenny in intensily queer around Jay and considering that shes never really been exposed to outwardly queer people and openly gender-queer people her mind goes all scrambled in a good way.

Some other things happen,. jay leaves the JAS, spends a lot of time lurking in dark corrdiors meeting more firneds. She keeps finding kenny and acddientally meets hanger when kenny is like inches away from getting him on his knees. The two of them make instant friends. The go dancing and to bars and Jay assumes that because she likes the name Jay, he cant be a girl- so he has to be a boy.

Adam cole worms his way back into Jays life as a foe and then someone that their boyrioends are fucking and then cole realises that shes trans femme and Jay realises that hes not a trans man but i nfact genderqueer. Jay and coles trans journeys are linked and ill go more uinto that if anyone else really wants to hear about it.

In the end Jay starts dating wheeler, kenny and both adams. wheeler is only dating jay. Kenny and the adams are all dating one another. The polycule is all disgustingly in love and adore each other.

Regal scoops up his now grandchild [as well as granddaughter/grandson- regardless os how jay feels regal will always be their grandpa] as the newest member of the BCC where she can finally have a family thats forged in blood and ocmbat as well as kindness and love. Mox gives them his ADHD meds sometimes.

Jay uses she/he/they/zey pronouns with no real prefrence and has a kinda punk/gothic vibe. He looks like a total bitch but really would and is a little murder machine with a heart of gold. They adore the bucks as brothers and is made an honourary young buck when she falls asleep on nick one day during an interveiw. They like to skateboard and play eletric guitar. He has a house in ohio which he shares with their black cat steve and obviously hemlock. They adore the rain and have so many scars and shit from stupid stunts and stuff they do. Has a blood kink and will explode with their see cowboy tits.

heres hwo he looks, he does also have hearing aids and hetrochormia [even though theres so little picrews that has hetrochromia]

#mouse has pals #oc: jay orton

[moonflower1605]

Chapter - 7

(Ella's POV)

"So I’m stuck here," Percy said. "That’s it? For the rest of my life?"

"It depends," I said. "Some campers stay for summer. If you’re a child of Aphrodite or Demeter, you’re not a powerful force. The monsters ignore you, so you get by with few months of summer training & can live in the mortal world. For some, it’s dangerous to leave. We’re year-rounders, we attract monsters. They ignore us till we’re ten or so, then, the demigods come here, or get killed."

"So monsters can’t get in here?"

"Only if they're intentionally stocked in the woods or summoned by someone."

"Why would anybody summon a monster?"

"Practical fights or jokes. Anyway, the point is that the borders keep monsters out. From outside, mortals look in the valley & only see a farm."

"So...you’re a year-rounder?" he asked me.

I nodded. From under the collar of my T-shirt I pulled a leather necklace with four clay beads of different colors.

"I've been here five years, every August, on the last day of summer, you get a bead for surviving another year."

"Why did you come so young?"

"I ran away from home...." I say with a shrug.

"Ohh...so...I could walk out right now?"

"It'd be suicide, Mr. D & Chiron won't give permission until the end of summer unless..."

"Unless?" He asked.

"You were granted a quest. But that hardly ever happens. The last time.…" I trailed off.

"Something's wrong in Olympus, something major. Last time I was there, everything seemed so normal." I mumbled.

"You’ve been to Olympus?"

"Some of us year-rounders-Luke, Annabeth Clarisse, me & a few others- took a field trip to Olympus during the winter solstice. That’s when the gods have their big annual council."

"But...how did you get there?" he asked.

"The Long Island Railroad. You get off at Penn Station. Empire State Building, special elevator to the six hundredth floor. You're a New Yorker, right?" I asked. He nodded.

"Right after we visited," I continued, "the weather got weird, as if the gods had started fighting. And if it isn’t returned by the summer solstice, there will be trouble..."

"When you came, I hoped...I mean, Zeus can get along with almost anybody, except for Poseidon. Aside from that, I felt we could work together...if you knew something.." I said. He just shook his head.

"I need a quest," I muttered to myself. “I’m not too young. If they'd tell me about it…”

I smelled barbecue smoke & heard Percy's stomach growl. We laughed. I told him to go on. He promised to meet after the campfire.

{-TIMESKIP-}

After dinner, Mr. D got up with a huge sigh.

"Yes, I’d better say hello to you brats. Well, hello. Capture the flag is on Friday. Cabin five currently holds the laurels."

Cheers rose from the Ares table. "Not for long..." I muttered.

"Personally," Mr. D continued, "I couldn’t care less, but congratulations. And, we have a new camper, Peter Johnson." I look up confused. Chiron murmured something.

"Er, Percy Jackson," Mr. D corrected. "That’s right. Hurrah, & all that. Now run along to your silly campfire. Go on."

Everybody cheered & headed down toward the amphitheater.

As I was walking to a seat, Luke said, "Hey Ella! Sing us a song.." I froze. Luke never ever called me Ella but shrugged it off.

"Me?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, I bet Percy wants to hear you too. Right Percy?" A series of ooo's emerged. Percy & I blushed.

"Fine, but on one condition..."

"What's that?" Connor asked.

"Luke can't have dessert for a month."

"Oooh! Nice one!" I heard someone say.

"Don't worry Luke, I can have your share of desserts for you." Connor said.

"Gee, thanks Connor." He said. I laugh & take a seat at the front with my guitar.

"Which song do you want me to sing?"

"Perfect?" Annie suggested, everyone nods.

"Okay.." I reply.

I let the soft notes of the guitar consume me completely as I began to sing.

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Alice signing off.

XOXO.

#percy jackson #x reader #percy jackson x reader #Youtube

[coriel-muroz]

Huntsville Revived #489

Finn appreciated how often Aphrodite was willing to come over as he dealt with his initial mourning.

They knew each other so well after so long. It was easy and comfortable to be together.

And her kisses did make every other thought leave his head.

While they were in bed together, he could be happy for a short time.

Then again, he knew, as she did, what their relationship was. He couldn’t manipulate all her time forever.

“I’ll see you and Hathor next week?” He said as he saw her off.

“You bet,” Aphrodite replied, “Looks like some of your neighbours have dropped by to say hello.”

“Hello everyone,” Finn spent a bit of time getting to know those who chose to say hello, with one in particular catching his attention. He invited her in.

“Hi Carmen, it’s really nice to meet you.” Finn was pleased to see his desire to touch her were well received.

“Welcome to the neighbourhood, Finn. I was wondering who would buy this house. Seems like it’s in good hands.” Her tone suggested that she was very interested in his hands.

“Let me give you the tour.”

The tour very quickly let into the bedroom. “And that is my bed,” Finn said, still acting like a tour guide. Carmen giggled. Then Finn made sure Carmen became far more familiar with the bed than would be possible on a guided tour.

#Huntsville Revived #the sims 2 #ts2 #Household 17 #Finn Lawson #Aphrodite Goldsun #Carmen the townie

[ofieugogyshz]

Hiya! Its nice to meet another Ancient Magus Bride self shipper! How about Zeus, Demeter, Athena, Aphrodite, Dionysus, Persephone, Calliope, Thalia and Melpomene for Nevin?

I'm over at @sugar-and-pearls by the way

Hello! Nice to meet you! Thank you for the questions, these were actually a lot more fun than I thought they'd be!

I don't have an s/i for tamb despite how beautiful and absolutely magical (no pun intended) the universe is, so I'll do my best to answer them as though I did.

Zeus: How did you first meet your f/o(s)? How did you feel about each other at first?

meta answer: thru the anime!

in-universe answer: idk yet. iirc Nevin's not moved for centuries, but you know, it'd sure be something if my form of magic allowed me to distance connect with Grandpa Nevin thru a tarot reading or clairvoyance or something, idk what. And he thinks of me in a similar way as he does Chise, sort of like a lost bird that's hurt and doesn't know how to fly its way home or to happiness or something, idk LOL.

I'm sure I wrote about that one before, actually, when I was considering adding him...

Demeter: What’s your favorite season, and how do you like to spend that season together?

Mine's either spring or fall, idk tbh which lol. it just changes. lately more towards spring, i guess?

I suppose spring's a good time to see the young drakes being active and playful and most of their growth? and maybe helping Lindel gather spring seasonal stuff if i'm allowed to hang out for his supplies.

Athena: Are your f/o(s) interested in any particular hobby or interest of yours? Have you taught them about it, or let them watch you, or anything similar?

I'd like to think that Nevin is interested in hearing my stories even though most of them are just fanfic. He offers suggestions in the way that one would impart wisdom to a person with a problem, like "why would the [character] do that? would it not be better for them to [suggestion]?"

He's lived a long time, too, so swapping stories (mine fictional, his lived) and asking for permission to share (and being quickly/harshly denied even though i'd vow to write it as fiction and it couldn't sell as nonfic anyways) and getting inspiration from his stories.

also bonus thought while writing this:

me: "...Grandpa Nevin, do you think that there's a spell to bring a fictional character to life?"

Nevin: "That I do not know, young weaver. But, would it not be better to find one's own happiness, than to rely on magic?"

me: .... ;>>

Aphrodite: How do you and your f/o(s) like to show love to each other? Feel free to include your love languages, if you find that helpful.

i'll have to say words of affirmation and quality time, as that's about all Nevin can do rooted to the spot LOL

I don't really got anything else, just him giving a lending ear and mouth LOL

Dionysus: What do you like to do with your f/o(s) for fun? Is there anything fun you’d like to try with them?

Share stories! Discuss magic, too, since I'd probably be self-taught/without a mentor.

I'm terrified of heights, but if he could still fly, I think I could trust him to be the earth beneath my scared feet LOL

Persephone: How different are you and your f/o(s)? How do you deal with each other’s differences?

Other than species? I'm a little hot-headed. Not as much since getting on mood-stabilizers, but when I'm allowed to be myself or get too into myself, I get knee-jerky reactions. Probably bc of the adhd, since we tend to feel things at 100 instead of 10. He is patient and kind though, and waits for me to come back and apologize or talk about why I got so upset or headstrong about something.

Calliope: Do you have any poetry or literature excerpts (or other quotes) that suit your ship?

Honestly, his interactions with Chise hit me pretty hard, especially during That One Scene where he chides her thought/envy. So I'd probably get a similar lecture at some point, especially the first time I'd see him in person. Chise is a big mood throughout her entire growth arc tbh.

Thalia: Discuss any fluff ideas you have for your ship. What kind of affectionate or sweet scenarios do you like best for this ship?

I don't really have any ideas. Just hanging out and enjoying the breeze and tranquility. Swapping stories, real and fake. Legends he knows of. etc. Me trying to hug his huge ass tree trunk of a leg.

Melpomene: Here’s your dedicated angst question: discuss any angsty or hurt/comfort ideas you have for your ship.

see aforementioned Chise Moment but altered to what I was going thru back then.

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Now I miss grandpa Nevin and his energy :(

#grandpa nevin