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starless-nightz · 17 days

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III. Uncle Apollo and his bus

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Carmillas POV:

Nico and i came back to the camp after a while, soon we learned Bianca joined the hunters, i was overjoyed but i saw how upset Nico was cause of it.

I sat next to Bianca as we waited for my uncle, Apollo, to come and bring us to camp, since mother had to go on a hunt alone, which means we have to go to Camp Half-blood, ugh.

"You know, you dont have to feel bad about joining the hunt, Nico is young, he still doesn't understand." I told her, i could see that she was sad, its obvious she loves her brother and she doesn't want him mad at her.

"I know..." she said as she looked over at Nico, who was with Grover, doing and talking about who knows what.

"I'm glad you joined the hunt, you're really pretty too." i said, i noticed her cheeks went a bit red. She looked away, her hand covering her mouth, i wonder whats that about.

I looked up at the sky, it means uncle finally decided to show up. Both me and Bianca stood up and walked over to the rest.

"About time. He's so-o-o lazy during the winter." i could hear my mother mutter, obviously annoyed.

"You're, um, waiting for sunrise?" Percy asked, by the gods i swear that boy is so annoying i will kill him one day.

"For my brother. Yes." mother said, annoyed cause he is late. I could see Percys confusion, i just knew he was wondering how uncle is the sun god.

"It's not exactly as you think," mother said, like she was reading his mind.

"Oh, okay." he started to relax a bit. "So, it's not like he'll be pulling up in a—" we all looked up as there was a sudden burst of light on the horizon. A blast of warmth.

"Don't look," mother advised. "Not until he parks."

We all closed our eyes. The light and warmth intensified until my winter coat felt like it was melting off of me. Then suddenly the light died.

I opens my eyes to see my uncle getting out of his red car, smiling. He was in his seventeen year old human form, which hes always in when he visits us, to make it less uncomfortable. I smiled as he walked over to me and my mother.

"Little sister and my one and only niece!" uncle Apollo said as he pulled me into a hug, which i gladly returned. "What's up? You never call. You never write. I was getting worried!" he said looking at my mother, who just scoffed and crossed her Arma.

"I'm fine, Apollo. And I am not your little sister." she said.

"Hey, I was born first." uncle reminded her, which annoyed her.

"We're twins! How many millennia do we have to argue—" mother started but she was cut off by my uncle. "So what's up?" he interrupted. "Got the girls with you, I see. You all need some tips on archery?"

Mother grit her teeth. "I need a favor. I have some hunting to do, alone. I need you to take my companions to Camp Half-Blood."

"Sure, sis!" Then he raised his hands in a stop everything gesture. "I feel a haiku coming on." The Hunters all groaned, they didnt really like him.

He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically.

"Green grass breaks through snow.

Artemis pleads for my help.

I am so cool."

He grinned at us, waiting for applause.

"That last line was only four syllables," i pointed out. Uncle Apollo frowned. "Was it?"

"Yes. What about I am so big-headed?"

"No, no, that's six syllables. Hmm." He started muttering to himself.

Mom turned to Thalia and Percy. "Lord Apollo has been going through this haiku phase ever since he visited Japan. 'Tis not as bad as the time he visited Limerick. If I'd had to hear one more poem that started with, There once was a goddess from Sparta—"

"I've got it!" he announced. "I am so awesome. That's five syllables!" He bowed, looking very pleased with himself. "And now, sis. Transportation for the Hunters, you say? Good timing. I was just about ready to roll."

"These demigods will also need a ride," mother said, pointing to the group. "Some of Chiron's campers."

"No problem!" Apollo checked us out. "Let's see... Thalia, right? I've heard all about you."

Thalia blushed. "Hi, Lord Apollo."

"Zeus's girl, yes? Makes you my half sister. Used to be a tree, didn't you? Glad you're back. I hate it when pretty girls turn into trees. Man, I remember one time—"

"Brother," mother said. "You should get going."

"Oh, right." Then he looked at Percy, and his eyes narrowed. "Percy Jackson?"

"Yeah. I mean... yes, sir." Uncle studied him for a bit, which made Percy nervous.

"Well!" he said at last. "We'd better load up, huh? Ride only goes one way—west. And if you miss it, you miss it."

"Cool car," Nico said, he is so adoreble.

"Thanks, kid," uncle Apollo said.

"But how will we all fit?" Percy asked, obviously confused.

"Oh." Apollo seemed to notice the problem for the first time. "Well, yeah. I hate to change out of sports-car mode, but I suppose..."

He took out his car keys and beeped the security alarm button. Chirp, chirp. For a moment, the car glowed brightly again.

When the glare died, the Maserati had been replaced by one of those Turtle Top shuttle buses like we used for school basketball games.

"Right," he said. "Everybody in."

Mom ordered the Hunters and me to start loading. She picked up her camping pack, and uncle Apollo said, "Here, sweetheart. Let me get that."

She recoiled. Her eyes flashed murderously.

"Brother," mother chided. "You do not help my Hunters. You do not look at, talk to, or flirt with my Hunters. And you do not call them sweetheart, espacially her." she said, glaring at him for even daring to call mom 'sweetheart', yuck.

Uncle Apollo spread his hands. "Sorry. I forgot. Hey, sis, where are you off to, anyway?"

"Hunting," mother said. "It's none of your business."

"I'll find out. I see all. Know all." Artemis snorted. "Just drop them off, Apollo. And no messing around!"

"No, no! I never mess around."

Mother rolled her eyes, then looked at us, her eyes softening at the sight of me and mom. "I will see you by winter solstice. Zoe, you are in charge of the Hunters. Do well. Do as I would do. And make sure our daughter doesnt get into any trouple."

Mom straightened. "Yes, my lady." i could see the faint blush on her cheeks, they are so gross it makes me sick.

"Carmlila, dont cause too much trouble for my hunters, got it?" she askes, her voice threatning.

"Yes mom." i rolled my eyes, there goes the plan on setting the Ares cabin on fire.

I looked back at the group of demigods, Percys eyes were wide open, Grovers jaw was practically on the floor and Thalia just stayed unbothered, after all she already knew both Artemis and Zoe are my mothers.

I watched and mother knelt and touched the ground as if looking for tracks. When she rose, she looked troubled. "So much danger. The beast must be found."

She sprinted toward the woods and melted into the snow and shadows.

Uncle Apollo turned and grinned, jangling the car keys on his finger. "So," he said. "Who wants to drive?"

#pjo x oc #pjo x reader #pjo oc #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jacskon and the olympians #percy jackson #bianca di angelo x reader #bianca di angelo #nico di angelo x reader #nico di angelo

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anony-mouse-writer · 2 years

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im using the s3 announcement as an excuse to go back and watch a new last life pov and im doing martyns and its incredible actually

ep 1:

- talking to scar: ‘just come by the embassy… it’ll be made of lava when you do' apollo stop interacting please

- there were so many more aHa jokes than in everyone else's videos lol

- i think i heard grian do a 'out of air to laugh' squeak and honestly, mood

- impulse aldksf jflskd

ep 2:

- martyn's mumbo impression is just korg lol

- rip the mad wizards of magic mountain i always forget how quickly that dissolved

- ren :<

- martyn: lol grumpy wizard man haha

also martyn: ren sTOP SETTING URSELF ON FIRE

- and he gave him netherwart and a promise for a potential alliance, im suffering

ep 3:

- return of the korg voice

- martyn trying to corral scar's chickens, oh boy. 'professional at work!!' *kills like 90% of the chickens*

- martyn just carrying literally everything on him. full inventories usually stress me out, but this is hilarious. he’s like that mom friend with the endless bag of random shit thats incredibly useful

- ‘this is what being married is like’ pffft

- 'i have many things. i do many things. i am many things' i cant tell if this is actually threatening or if martyn's just got a voice thats great for that ominous declarations

- 'i need to get back to the southlands, theyre calling me' its absolutely mad how the southlands swings back and forth between bonded by a life and on the edge of falling apart.

ep 4:

- martyn 🤝 not letting grian have access to multiple wither skulls 🤝 smajor

- side note: sometime between watching scotts pov originally and now, i developed an incredibly strong association between scott saying the word psychopath and that clip from 3rdlife

- jimmy: dies disarming a minecart tnt in 3rd life

also jimmy: sticks his face directly in the hole where martyns trying to disarm a tnt minecart

- hoLY FUCK

- …. can martyn hear the mystery voice?

- without rewinding to check, im like 80% certain martyn never picked up the stand after clearing his inventory

- ‘hes the ‘b’, theyd just be a time zone [without bdubs]!’ i dont know if i was just deaf before or what, but martyn is absolutely killing me holy shit

- martyn and ren are so dramatic and then hilarious with zero transition between, im dying

- the eye of the moon, huh? i see you martyn, youre not slick ninja boi lol

#martyn littlewood #inthelittlewood #last life #trafficblr #the southlands #mcyt #op #why have i not watched his pov before now? what are you a cop

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jungwonenthusiast · 3 years

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hi ! enhypen smut prompt request ! can i have the reader whos a female say #4 with jake or sunghoon whos a hard dom ?? if u can , can u add how the reader and the partner are enemies who got lots of sexual tension so they kinda trease e/o a lot with words and actions ? u dont have to use that plot but thank u♡

A/N: This is one of my favorite works now lol i hope u like it :) <3

Warnings: unprotected sex, rly brief oral (f recieving), degredation

Word Count: 2.9 k

“But it’s a Tuesday,” you tell Jay while zipping up your backpack.

“So?” he says. “Don’t be lame.”

“I’m not lame, just responsible.” you sing your bag over your shoulder.

“Yeah, that’s lame.” he walks with you to the lunch tables. Jungwon and Heeseung are already there chatting it up.

“You guys are coming right?” Jay asks them and they nod. “See? You gotta come.”

“It’ll be fun noona,” Jungwon says. “And you have to come because Heeseung hyung and Jay hyung are probably gonna leave me for girls.” he rests his head on your shoulder for a moment.

“Why don’t you get yourself some girls too.” you suggest and he shakes his head.

“I’m too shy.” he says quietly and you giggle.

“Alright fine, I’ll go.” you finally say and they all celebrate. “Jake’s not gonna be there right?”

“Uhm,” Heeseung looks over to Jake’s lunch table nervously. “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?” you cock an eyebrow.

“He won’t be there,” Jay says. “It’ll be fine.”

You feel someone bump into your shoulder as you walk to history.

“What the hell?” you say and turn around to see who the culprit is. Of course it’s Jake. He shrugs with a half smile. That fucking ass.

After a few more classes you head home and start preparing for the bonfire party. It’s at a beach so you decide to wear your favorite bikini under your shirt and shorts. Your phone begins to buzz and it's a facetime call from Jungwon.

“Hola~” you greet him.

“Hi~” he says. “Can you take me there? My parents are at work.”

“Sure.” you say while putting all of your essentials into a purse.

“Also,” he hesitates. “I think Jake hyung is gonna be there.”

“What? How do you know?”

“I heard him talking about it during p.e.” he says quietly and you groan.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna go anymore.” you say.

“No you have to go, I will die without you.” Jungwon pleads. “It’ll be fun, we'll just stay away from him.”

“It’s gonna be hard to stay away from that giant ego taking up the whole place.” you roll your eyes.

“He’s not that bad noona, he’s actually pretty nice.” Jungwon shrugs.

“Don’t betray me like that,” you scold him. “You’re on my team alright?”

“Okay okay.” he surrenders, giggling.

You pick Jungwon up and give him the aux for the 30 minute drive to the beach.

You guys groove to SZA together.

Jungwon rolls down the window while you're on the highway and sticks his head out like a dog. He kind of is like a dog (in a good way). He’d be a shiba inu.

“Whoooo!!” he screams as the wind whips through his hair, you smile.

When you get there you park your car and get the beach towels from the backseat.

“Did you put sunscreen on?” you as Jungwon and he shakes his head. “Why do you never listen to me?”

You get a bottle of sunscreen out of your purse and rub a dollop on his face. He scrunches his nose.

“It feels like you're rubbing cake batter on me.” he complains.

“You’ll thank me when you’re fifty and you aren’t a wrinkly wreck.” you tell him while spreading it over his cheeks.

“Can we be done now?” he whines and you sigh.

“Fine.”

You two approach the crowd of people suntanning, drinking, playing volleyball, and playing in the ocean.

You drop your stuff next to Heeseung’s and Jay’s before looking around for them. They’re playing volleyball with who on the opposing team? Jake Sim.

Jungwon must’ve noticed you shooting lasers through your eyes because he grabs your arm. “Come on, let’s go swim.” he tugs his t-shirt over his head and jogs over to the water.

You follow suit, only feeling a little self conscious about stripping with Jake Sim only so far away. But it’s only because you don’t want to be vulnerable in front of your worst enemy, right?

Jungwon’s already relaxing among the waves when you get to the shore. “Why’d you go so deep?” you call out to him.

“It’s not that deep,” he says back.

You swim around with him for a bit before forcing him to look for pretty shells with you.

He gasps. “Baby crab!” he rushes to pick it up. “Look.” he holds it up to you.

You try to pet it without freaking it out. “What if it bites you?”

“It won’t, we’re friends.”

The sun is nearly gone by the time you’re done shell searching and swimming so you head over to the bonfire. You wrap a towel around yourself and snuggle up to Jay. He scrunches his nose.

“It’s cold,” you defend yourself.

Heeseung hands you a white claw and you crack it open.

“What are we doing now?” you ask but you can’t hear Heeseung’s answer over the sight of Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Niki sitting right across from you. You notice how the bonfire highlights the muscles in Jake’s chest and arms. The warm orange light washing over him makes it look like he’s glowing. Is this what Apollo would’ve looked like? “Huh?” you ask Hee.

“We’re probably just gonna play dumb highschool games.” he says.

You inhale and take a big swig of your seltzer.

“Truth or dare time~” Bree sing songs. “Sunoo truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Sunoo answers.

“Do you have a crush on anyone and if so, who?” she asks and he rolls his eyes.

“I have a crush on myself.” he says confidently.

“Fair enough, you go now.” she says to him.

“Heeseung hyung, truth or dare?” Sunoo asks.

“Dare,” he replies and Sunoo giggles.

“Give your phone to Jay and let him text anyone anything he wants.”

Heeseung groans and throws his head back. “Oh God.”

Jay cackles an evil laugh. “Gimme.”

Heeseung reluctantly hands Jay his phone. “You’re gonna text Sophie aren’t you.”

Sophie Morales, Heeseung ex. They broke up only a month ago after half a year of dating. This was about to be brutal.

“You know me so well.” Jay smiles.

“Please don’t say anything too horrible.” Heeseung pleads.

“Sophie,” Jay narrates his text message. “I miss you and your huge tits. Also I’m sorry for not telling you while we were dating but your feet are really fucking ugly.”

Heeseung buries his head into his hands, laughing. “Fucking Christ.”

“And your breath stinks,” Jay continues. “At least your boobs are nice.”

This is what I get for befriending males. You think to yourself.

“Alright that’s enough.” Heeseung snatches his phone away while everyone giggles. “My turn since I was the victim. y/n, truth or dare?” “Truth,”

“What’s your biggest regret?”

“Becoming friends with Jay, because he’s insane.”

Jay guffaws. “I’ve been nothing but good to you.”

You roll your eyes.

The game goes on for a bit until it lands on Jungwon.

“Noona, truth or dare?”

You’d usually go for truth, but you didn’t want people to think you were boring. “Dare.”

“I dare you and Jake hyung to talk to each other in private for at least five minutes.” he says, crossing his arms.

Your eyes widen and you look over at Jake, he looks like he wants to drown himself.

“What? Why?” you ask urgently.

“Because I’m tired of you guys hating each other for no reason. Now go.” Jungwon shoos you away.

“Yeah go talk.” Niki says to Jake.

Both of you don’t budge. Jay tugs at your arm. “Come on, Jake and y/n becoming friends!”

The whole group starts chanting. “JAKE AND Y/N BECOMING FRIENDS!”

You had to admit that their enthusiasm was kind of endearing, so you swallow your pride and walk over to the lifeguard tower. You hear him not far behind you.

You climb up the stairs and let your feet hang over the ledge of the patio.

He sits down next to you.

You let a few moments of silence pass before speaking up. “I don’t want to be here as much as you do, so let’s just wait for the five minutes to pass and then go.”

“Damn,” he says. “Do you really hate me that much?”

You roll your eyes. “What do you think?”

“What did I ever do to you?” he scoffs.

“I don’t need to justify my feelings.” you cross your arms.

“Why are you so dense?” he grumbles.

You whip your body over to him. “I’m the dense one?”

“Yeah,” he says proudly. You want to slap the smug look off of his pretty face. Normal face. Slightly, almost, barely good looking face.

“Such a prick,” you mumble, turning away.

“What’d you call me?” he scrunches his eyebrows.

You look him right in the eyes. You never noticed how dark and piercing they were. “A fucking prick. Cause you are one.”

His black hair is still damp and poking into his eyes. His lips are parted and they look so soft that you almost want to kiss him. But he beats you to it.

I should push him away. Push him away you dumbass. You kept telling yourself but you couldn’t do it. His lips felt too good against yours.

Your arms snake around his waist as he lays you onto your back.

You wish you had a hundred hands so you could touch all of him. Two weren’t enough. He feels like silk and he tastes like red velvet.

He pushes your jaw up so he can get to your neck. You exhale as his tongue dances on your skin. He grinds his hips into yours and you let out a small moan. Why are you letting him affect you like this? Idiot.

“I thought you hated me?” he smirks while kissing your chest.

“I do.” you breathe out.

“You sure?” he asks, his fingers traveling down your stomach and into your bikini bottoms.

“Mhm.” you say.

He kisses your collarbone. “People you hate don’t make you wet like this.”

That just makes you throb even more.

“Fuck off,” you say and he backs up.

“Really?” he says. “Because I will.”

You roll your eyes and pull him in by the back of the neck.

“Touch me,” you say and he happily obliges. You knew were in public but it was dark and honestly, you didn’t care.

“Such a slut,” he says while running a finger up and down your slit. “If you wanted me this badly you should’ve said so sooner.”

“I don’t want you asshole.” you breathe out as he circles your clit.

“You just asked me to touch you princess,” he kisses your neck. “I think that’s good evidence.”

You rub your fingers through the back of his hair and tug it back, exposing his neck. He lets out a small moan. You kiss his neck, sucking and nibbling every now and then. When you pull away there’s at least three red blotches that go from his throat to his chest.

“People are gonna see those you know?” he says.

“Whatever.” you roll your eyes.

“Are you marking me or something? Telling everyone that I’m yours?” he boasts.

It’s confusing how your anger is feeding into your lust for him.

“Shut up and fuck me.” you say and he cocks a brow.

“Maybe if you ask nicely,” he kisses your cheek sweetly. You want to wipe it off and slap him in the face.

“Who do you think you are?” you scoff at him.

“Come on dont play with me,” he pushes one finger into you and you moan. “I can tell that you want it.”

It was true. You were practically gushing.

“More,” you say, wanting another finger.

“Where are your manners?” he smirks.

You swallow your pride. “Please?”

“Good girl,” he says and it sends tingles down your spine.

He pulls your bikini bottoms to the side and rubs his thumb up your slit. “Such a pretty cunt.”

Your thighs are already trembling.

“I really thought you’d still be hating me right now.” he says lowly. “Do I make you that weak?”

You snap to your senses for a moment. “Fuck you.”

“I am.” he snickers and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t give me attitude princess.” he warns you with a dangerous smile.

“Or what?” you test him.

“Do you really wanna find out?”

“What do you think you’re intimidating or something?” you ask and he scoffs.

He sits up and grabs your arm. “Get up.”

“What?”

“Get up.” he says sternly and you do.

He grabs your hand, leading you somewhere.

“Where are we going?” you ask, agitated. If you really didn’t want to go you wouldn’t, but you secretly wanted to continue what was going on.

“My car.”

“What? Why?”

“You’ll see.”

“Hey! Where are you going?” Jungwon calls out. “Don’t leave me!” “I’ll be just a second!” you reply with an unsure smile.

“Backseat.” Jake says as you approach his Mercedes.

So bossy, you think.

You sit in the back seat and before you know it he’s pulling you into his lap.

“Let’s continue shall we?” he says and you don’t waste any time getting your lips on his.

He pushes your hips down onto his and you whimper. You were already so wet and this was just making it worse.

“Please, I can’t wait any longer.” you say, not being able to hold it in.

“For what?” he nips at your neck.

“I need to feel you inside of me.” you plead.

“That’s better.” he tugs his shorts down and pulls your swimsuit to the side.

You grab the base of him before slowly sinking down. “Fuck yes.” you moan in relief.

He fills you up perfectly and his tip brushes your g-spot every time you bounce.

“So fucking tight.” he growls, holding onto your hips tight.

Your legs begin to tremble from the pleasure so he grabs you by the waist and lays you on your back.

He snaps his hips into yours and you whine.

He smirks. “Look at you all spread out for me,” he kisses your neck. “Taking this cock deep inside you.”

Your fingers trail down to rub at your clit. “Please don’t stop.”

He flips you over into doggy and tugs your hair, bringing your ear up to his mouth.

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Really bad,” you whimper.

He smacks your ass and you let out a small squeal.

“Touch with yourself while I fuck you.” he lets you go and you rest on the door. Your fingers move to play with your pussy.

His hands are tight on your waist as he pounds into you.

You feel your knees start to give out and your cunt start to pulse around him.

He chuckles. “Are you close sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you exhale. “Please make me cum, please I need it so bad.”

“Why should I think you deserve it?”

“Please, I can’t hold it any longer.” you say and he stops his movements completely.

He gets close to your ear. “You get to cum when I say so okay?”

You accept defeat. “Okay.”

You start to get more and more flustered as he continues to fuck you just right.

“Fuck Jake I can’t,” you whimper and hold onto the car door for dear life.

He pulls out suddenly and you complain before feeling his tongue on you. Your body tenses up from the pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good,” he says and you arch your back, pushing your pussy into his mouth. He moans against you.

After only a couple circles on your clit with his tongue, you’re ready to come undone. You grab onto his hand.

“Wait wait I’m close,”

And before you can utter another word he slams his cock into you and brings his hand around you to rub your clit.

“Cum on this cock sweetheart, I know you can do it.” he encourages you.

He smiles as your moans get louder and more high pitched.

Your legs start to shake and he grabs you tight. He comes up to your ear. “Be a good girl for me won’t you.”

Your eyes roll back as bliss runs through your entire body. He was probably the best lay you’ve ever had.

Your body goes slack as he cums inside of you.

“Fuck,” he growls and slowly pulls out. He picks you up and holds you in his arms as you try to ride out the trembling.

“How am I supposed to clean up?” you ask.

“Maybe you can swim again?” he jokes and you punch him in the arm. “Do you still hate me?”

“One hundred percent.” you say confidently.

“Are you kidding?” he scoffs. “My kids are in you right now.”

You fake gag and he laughs.

#enhypen smut #Jake smut #Jake sim smut

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ronsenburg · 3 years

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Hi! I wanted to ask you something about Klapollo. What topic/argument do you think could possibly cause them to break up or take a break from the relationship? I live for the drama and was thinking about maybe writing a fic but like I dont want to make either of them assholes, like Apollo bringing Kristoph up to hurt Klavier, for example. I don't think he would do that but I struggle to come up with something else.

Oh boy, I hope you’re not upset about this, but I wrote you an essay. I’m sorry.

Overall, I really like the klapollo relationship timeline because, compared to, say, narumi/su they have a much more normal, organic story. They meet, flirt, share a mutual trauma, get together! Totally normal! But I also think that they would have a much harder time than narumi/su finding the balance you need in a serious relationship and I can see them calling it quits for perfectly practical reasons that aren’t really anything to do with one being a jerk, you know? Here are my top things that I think they would have to navigate and maybe struggle with before a real happily ever after:

1. Money. You’ve probably seen my post where I talk about Apollo feeling uncomfortable with displays of affluence. I don’t think that this is an easy one to get past. AA6 Spoilers, but Dhurke and Datz literally raised them in hiding on the run in the mountainous jungles of Khura’in. They sent Apollo to the states as a nine year old. We don’t know what he did when he got here, but my money’s always been on the foster system. That doesn’t typically breed a sense of stability, financial or otherwise.

From my experience (so take it with a grain of salt), children who grow up with very little tend to behave in one of two ways when they reach financial stability and/or achieve wealth: first option, they’re really bad with it. They spend it nearly as fast as they make it on things they didn’t get to have or experience when they were growing up. Second option, they never spend it. They know what it’s like to be without, so they save as much of it as they can so they have the security of knowing, if something happens, they won’t have to go back to the way it was before. I will always put Apollo in the latter category. He works hard for what he has and what he gets and, I think, things that signify extravagance make him uncomfortable. On the other hand, I think that the Gavin’s have always had some sort of wealth. Klavier and Kristoph have very different aesthetics to their spaces that we get to experience (Klavier’s office and Kristoph’s cell) but they’re both pretty lavish. Now, we can assume they each made their money individually in their respective careers but, honestly, Kristoph’s cell is so gaudy. To me, it screams “this is what I’m used to and I refuse to accept any less” which is an attitude that I feel comes more from a lifetime of that treatment.

So if we accept everything that I’ve said above as true, trying to put a person who saves every penny they get and feels bad treating themselves with a person who spends money freely because it’s been a constant throughout their life? It can go poorly. Casually dating, maybe it’s not such an issue once Apollo says “please no more presents and can we just get takeout for once?” but if you’re talking about something more serious, where you have to live in the same space and pay joint bills and be confronted with the other person’s spending habits constantly, it’s a whole other thing. Please take it from me as a person in a long term relationship who loves their partner tremendously—everyone fights about money. Everyone. It would be very difficult for Apollo to feel comfortable, even if he knew that finances were in good shape and there was savings, etc. Things happen, people leave. Nothing gold can stay. Changing that line of thinking takes work. It would also be easier said than done for Klavier to just do an about face on his own habits for Apollo’s comfort. Being a celebrity makes money, but it costs money, too. There is a certain amount of lushness that people expect. That can’t just go away. These are things that become bigger problems overtime, no matter how much you love each other.

Anyway, I would be really surprised if—even if you’re writing them as really happily married—Apollo doesn’t have a ‘emergency fund’ that even Klavier doesn’t know about. It’s a ‘just in case’. Just in case Klavier leaves him. Just in case he needs to get away fast. Just in case the world ends. It’s not a logical thing, something that he sat down and rationalized doing, it’s just there because it feels better to have it than to not. But that can be kind of hurtful if the other person finds out about it, so. There you go, a whole minefield of money related drama.

2. Apollo’s Abandonment Issues. He’s got them! What do you call and orphan twice over who also lost his very best friend? I don’t know, but if capcom doesn’t stop picking on my boy I’m going to kick them in the teeth. I will still never get over AA6 for telling us that Dhurke took Apollo in when he was orphaned as a baby, then abandoned him in the USA, then came back for him and got his hopes up, and then was actually dead the whole time! Hahahaha! What a trip!

Anyway, you don’t come back from that super easy. People who suffer this kind of trauma usually have a really hard time trusting others, which is understandable. They also can have unrealistic needs from their partners, become codependent, or even just self-sabotage their relationships, pulling away first to try and avoid the pain because they think the other person will leave them. I think that last one is most likely for Apollo, especially given the disparity in circumstances I mentioned above. If Apollo can’t trust that Klavier actually loves him, can’t trust that he won’t leave him like EVERYONE ELSE HAS, then they can’t have a healthy relationship. Drama.

3. Klavier’s Emotional Trauma. Kristoph is a pretty big jerk to Klavier in the last case of AA4. He criticizes and undermines Klavier, threatens and admits to manipulating him. In the anthology, Klavier shares an “lol so funny!” story about Kristoph accidentally breaking a window while he and Klavier are playing ball. In it, he convinces Klavier that it was his fault and that he should take the blame and apologize for breaking the window! And Klavier does! That’s gaslighting, baby, and since the Anthology is supposed to be canon, we can take that to mean it’s been happening since Klavier was a kid. Think about that. An entire life of gaslighting and manipulative behavior! You don’t come back from that easily, either.

People who experience emotional abuse can, among other things, suffer from depression and low-self esteem. They need affirmation from their partners and can have a hard time with letting people in or being honest (though not from a malicious mindset—more a “I’m going to say what I think you want to hear because if you’re happy, bad things won’t happen!”). They can also always be waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak. Sure things are good, but when will that end and the bad time start? It’s a self fulfilling prophecy: if all you can do is worry about things going wrong, then you aren’t actually enjoying when things are going right and you will cause the issues you’re so worried about. Drama.

4. Fame. Klavier has been in the spotlight since he was a literal child. If the Gavinners were already hits when Klavier was 17, they likely formed and starred their rise some time before then. A year, maybe two? Klavier spent his formative years in the spotlight. He quite literally doesn’t know any other way. Apollo, on the other hand, has never experienced the kind of scrutiny he’d be subject to when dating someone like Klavier. It can be really stressful and hurtful and just overall not a good time. And I’m not saying that Klavier wouldn’t be sympathetic, but I don’t think he would really understand how difficult it could be to have been thrust into that position out of nowhere, because he’s had years of dealing with it and was in a completely different place in life when it began for him. It’s not unreasonable to think that Apollo might not be able to take it. You can love someone and want to be with them but if you can’t adapt to their lifestyle, it’s not going to work. They could walk away rather than risk what might happen to Apollo if they kept it up. Drama.

5. Careers. They both have very demanding jobs. While sharing a similar profession can mean there’s a mutual understanding, it can also cause issues if you... never get to see each other? Schedules can be out of alignment (which could easily happen; their cases can’t always line up and they seem to require a lot of time investment outside of just normal hours). If Klavier goes back into music, that’s an additional time constraint. Why be in a relationship when you can only see the other person for moments here and there? What about the stress that comes with those jobs? That can cause drama.

6. Klavier looks like Kristoph. They are very different people, yes, but similar enough in some ways that it could cause tension. Maybe Klavier is tired and stressed and snaps at Apollo, and suddenly, all Apollo can see is Kristoph and all he can feel is the uncomfortable churning in his stomach that goes along with the memories of him. Someone he trusted, someone who let him down. That’s a difficult subject to broach, and it can fester like an infected wound if left intended.

But Apollo sounds like Kristoph sometimes. We saw it in AA5, which is, of course, an extreme circumstance. But it can come out from time to time in other ways. A phrase that slips out, the way he intones certain words, the way he signs off in his emails—little things that are harmless, but can still act as triggers.

Sometimes you need to get away from things that can remind you of your past in order to work on getting over them. If you are in love with someone who shares a similar trauma, who brings those issues from the past to light frequently just by being themselves, it might not be a healthy situation. I don’t think they would need to throw it in each other’s faces for it to become an issue. Drama.

There are more, but I probably took this more seriously than you intended. Whoops! Anyway, I hope that helps??? Maybe???? I hope you get them back together in the end because they deserve to be happy though!!!!!!!

#LONG POST #shut up krissy #if you want me to cut this please let me know #klapollo

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years

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Angst 1 for Jason? I'm feeling like some sad lightning boi I dont know why but ye

Hello darling Anon! Thanks for the prompt and I hope I did you well🥺 dis is hella angsty

Jercy Masterlist

Jason Grace doesn't have enough fingers to list how many things he's done wrong in the last month.

1. Losing his best friend

2.Losing his girlfriend

3.Being unable to help all the demigod's he's promised

4.Letting Reyna down by not coming back to SPQR

5.Dammit he can't even put on his fucking shirt the right way.

Holding in a scream he tugs it off and flips it so the tag is on the inside. He's proud of himself for not ditching clothing altogether, ditching life altogether. There is so much temptation in taking to the skies and floating for the rest of his days. It's not like anyone would miss him, would even notice he was gone. And maybe it's for the best. It certainly wouldn't be unexpected. For years he's wanted to be anonymous, just another one of the Campers. For years he's secretly rejected his titles as Son of Jupiter, Praetor of New Rome, Slayer of the Black Throne. He shouldn't complain now that he's ignored, unwanted.

There's a knock at his cabin that he pulls him out of his self-deprecating pity hour. Checking to make sure he has his pants and shirt on and his head firmly on his neck he grabs his sword and opens the door.

"Jason!" Will Solace gasps, "Please come it's Nico!"

His heart turns to stone, lungs become useless masses, "Let's go." He manages to breathe, "Brief me on the way."

They sprint through the camp, uncaring of the shouts and greetings coming from every side. They don't have time. It seems ever since they had defeated Kronos the clocks spin uncontrollably; hours are seconds and minutes only exist in the afternoon and nobody knows if one week is seven days or three blinks of an eye, if years are twelve months or a century.

"A breach at the west border. Monsters we've never seen before. They just snuck up on us. Nico's been raising the dead to fight but I'm afraid he's not strong enough yet. Not after the war. He'll burn out soon and they'll overwhelm him." Will gasps.

"How many?"

"Twenty maybe twenty five?"

"You call anyone else?"

The Son of Apollo shakes his head as they sprint around the corner, "Percy is in school he only arrives tomorrow. Clarisse is gone to visit her mom and there's so many Campers in the infirmary. The rest are the little ones."

"How fa—" Jason beholds the scene in front of him and every nerve in his body shut down.

There in the middle of skeletal warriors and black shadows is Nico Di Angelo. All around them are scaly four-legged vipers hissing and spitting. One opens its grossly enormous jaw and snaps it around a skeleton with a sickening crunch. Another skeleton pops up in the exact same place and with a rattling, he supposes is a scream, attacks the monster.

"NICO!" Will screams, trying to catch his boyfriend's attention.

The Son of Hades although dangerously powerful is grey and heaving as if the sheer force of his summonings are turning his own body to it's bony structure.

"Go!" Will shouts at him.

With a nod, Jason pulls his sword out and steps into the ring of the dead.

Gods these things are a hundred times more terrifying up close. Sharp teeth and poisoned spikes on their tales and oh gods jagged claws to top it all off. But he's fought armies before and survived. This will not deter him. So with the force of Zeus and the strategies of Jupiter flowing through his muscles he brings his sword down on the first creature.

It shrieks and his ears ring like a bell clanging in his skull. But the head thumps to the ground and the monster crumbles to dust.

Decapitation then.

He sidesteps the swish of a tail, chopping it off as it goes past. First mistake. Three tails grow back and he knows one drop of poison will be enough to end him. He vaults into the air using the wind to push him as high as possible and then he's slamming in the body of the creature and sawing at its head.

His foot slams into the ground as the monster powders underneath him. Second mistake. His ankle is broken and there's three more of these things advancing towards him.

He bites down a scream as he attempts to walk. It's no use. Stand here and fight it is. Summoning as much lightning as he can, blue eyes sparking maliciously, he looks directly into the first of them and slams five thousand volts of electricity into its brain. Before he knows it's dead he's onto the next. This time he bides his time, let's it come closer and when he can hear its ugly breathing and feel its lack of heat he stabs his sword into its neck and watches it bleed black.

The third monster is clever, it's learnt. But Jason doesn't know. So he gathers all his strength and waits for it to pounce. By now Nico is a few meters away, holding his own but pale beyond healthy. The monster shakes its body, scales rippling in the afternoon sun. It takes one step closer. Jason grips his sword, holds the power thrumming in his fingers. The monster moves again and he swears its smiling.

He turns to Nico, "You good?"

Third mistake. The monster let's out a vile screech and slams into them.

"NICO!" Someone screams. It sounds like Percy Jackson. But that can't be right. Percy is in school.

The creature's tail swipes at the Son of Hades.

Jason can't move as it's claws wrap around his throat.

I can't do anything right, he thinks. Those talons pierce his skin. The world goes black.

***

"He's a fucking idiot."

"Lay off. How was he supposed to know?"

"Maybe if he wasn't so caught up in trying to make friends he would have been able to do something."

"Leave him alone."

"Alright you lot, get out of here. I'll call you when he's awake."

Jason tries to open his eyes, tries to say something, anything. But he feels a prick in his neck and reality fades away.

***

"Is he awake?"

"How long does this take?"

"He had a broken ankle and a slit throat. Maybe a little patience is in order?"

"I still think we should send him back."

"That's enough! It wasn't his fault and we will stop acting like it.".

The Son of Jupiter groans, blinking into the world. Everything hurts. Everything. And the light above his head is blinding.

"What the hell happened?" He rasps.

"You almost got Nico killed is what!" Someone snaps.

He blinks trying to find the source of such bitterness. "I what?"

"What the fuck were you trying to do saying hi in the middle of battle?"

The room finally shifts into focus and he sees three faces staring at him intently, varying degrees of anger and relief in their expressions.

"Well?" Hazel looks at him, "What were you trying to accomplish? Were you actively trying to get him killed? I know you didn't trust him but trying to kill him Jason? I thought you got passed that after Cupid. Nico told me he trusted you."

"Hazel!" Percy Jackson glares at her.

"I'm—" He chokes, "I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure he was okay. I— I didn't know the monster would try to get both of us." He's crying now, red hot tears spilling onto the white sheets of the infirmary bed.

"That's the problem Grace, you don't think." There is so much pain in her voice.

"Im sorry," He sobs, "Is he okay? Is he— is he—"

"He is fine Jason," Will says softly, "He managed to jump back before the tail swiped him. He's actually really worried about you. We all are."

He doesn't know what to say to that. He doesn't even know if he deserves that. Hazel is right. If he hadn't distracted Nico they wouldn't be in this situation. It was dumb luck that Nico managed to get out of the way. If he hadn't. Oh gods, Jason would have been responsible for killing his friend.

With that though he turns over in his bed and heaves straight into the trashcan.

"Everyone leave us." Percy's voice is soft, but there is an unmistakable command in it.

The buzzing of the infirmary hushes as people file out and Will gently clicks the door behind him.

"I didn't meant to distract him," Jason cries.

The Son of Poseidon clasps their hands together and looks into him, "I know Jase. I know."

He breaks down, sobs wracking his aching body. He can't even keep his head up. And the tears are ever flowing. He can't breathe, he can't breathe, he can't do this.

Percy hops onto the bed and takes him into his arms. They sit there for many moments, the sound of his crying disrupting every inch of the silence.

"I can't do this anymore Percy."

He feels the demigod stiffen and he's afraid he said too much, has pushed another person away. But then his head is being tilted up by a soft hand and he's looking into oceans.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"There is no-one left and I cannot do this alone."

Something sparks in those emerald green eyes.

"You have never been alone Jason Grace. When the world is dust and the gods can once again become mortal, you will find that only one thing still exists."

"What— what is that?" He hiccups.

"Love. You cannot be alone if you have love."

His eyes pool with tears, fall to the floor, "Lies. There is no love."

"You have forgotten my friend what it feels like. And that is no one's fault but ours. We should have been there. Should have helped you, seen the signs. I should have known."

"Why you?"

"Because I know what it's like to have everything you've never wanted and bear the burden anyway. And when I left I added to yours. I'm sorry for that. I got selfish, wanted to know what it was like to live. But that meant you suffered."

"It's not your fault. I just thought I was stronger than I am."

"You are strong. You are so strong because you are still here. You took the nature of the gods and made it your own. Took the burden of everyone in these camps and carried it on your shoulders."

"Thank you," He mumbles, getting lost in the seas, "For saying that. When did you get so philosophical and wise?"

Percy cracks a grin at that, "After Tartarus I started going to therapy. I think you should too."

He mulls it over, flips the idea around in his mind, "Okay."

"And maybe..." The black haired boy pauses, "Maybe you should come with me to Montauk for the winter holidays. I think you could use a break from all the hero stuff."

"Really?" His eyes widen, staring at his friend.

"Really. Annabeth is in Cali to spend time with her dad and my mom and Paul are just going to spend some time at home with Estelle. I could use company."

"Won't you dad like blast me for being in his territory?"

"I'll talk to him," He smirked.

"Okay. That would be great!"

Percy gives him another squeeze and then jumps to the floor.

"Rest easy Grace."

"Jackson," He stops the demigod in his tracks, "Thank you for this. I needed it."

"We are alive Grace, and we are enough." Those green eyes are intense, filled with emotion. "Remember that."

Jason nods and when he finally succumbs to sleep once more, his soul takes a deep breathe and exhales a new beginning.

#I just love philosophical self help Percy okay #Let me be #Jason grace #Nico di Angelo #Percy Jackson #Will solace #Hazel Levesque #Baby fanfic #Baby fanfic series #PJSSG fanfic #PJSSG asks #Ciara's Convos #She speaks #Anon requests #not edited

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demonprosecutor · 4 years

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SOMETHING MORE LIGHTHEARTED THIS TIME

“don’t tell me that you’re scared of myroclus.” the words leave your mouth amused, patting the flank of the enormous draft horse, watching as zagreus stared back at myroclus warily. like he was going to bite his head off or something. the cottage doesn’t exactly have a stable, nor is myroclus an entirely domesticated horse, but he’s a good companion and fairly compliant with you.

zagreus shook his head, a little bit peeved at the thought of being scared of a horse - after all, he was the one who faced the hordes of the underworld, dying so many times that hypnos had to dedicate a list solely for himself. “i’m not scared. just -- wary, ok? does he have special powers? what’s his parentage? and do i have to expect fire-breathing in the near future.”

the questions make you laugh, myroclus nickering and shaking his head before dipping it to sneak a few nibbles of grass below. tsk, tsk, what a hungry thing! “no powers, just a normal horse. he’s a draft horse. i use him for plowing and riding in the woods yonder, the wolves fear him.” you move forward, scratching myroclus’s neck, fond at the way he nestled his head on your shoulder.

dark eyes peer at zagreus, almost conveying the words of: my human. zagreus raises his hands in surrender, no, he wasn’t going to steal your human. it was clear that winter was already nearing, and the journey towards the nearest town was going to be fairly treacherous, but there were some needed supplies and you couldn’t wait till after lady demeter’s anger abetted.

but still - you didn’t want your two best boys (don’t tell zagreus that you already considered him a best boy, his ego did not need any more stroking) to argue on the journey there. with quick hands, you produce an apple, voice pitching into something baby-ish, “you are a good boy, right, myroclus? you’re going to behave for me?”

myroclus takes the apple from your hands, snuffling along your palm with a pleased snort. “ok, come here. he got his treat and he knows to be a good boy, right, sweet one?” myroclus shudders in delight, eyes going slightly lidded and hooves stamping the ground.

“are you sure?”

you roll your eyes and turn around, reaching out to curl your hand around the prince’s, tugging him closer. “yes. i am sure. would i ever lead you astray?”

“no, but...” you shush him and press his hand on the side of myroclus’s flank, guiding him to stroke the horse firmly. “wait, i dont want to hurt him...”

“he’s made of pure muscle, he likes it firm, zag.” you concentrate on helping the prince pet myroclus to his liking, not noticing the apollo-bright smile that he levelled at you. when you do notice, you pause, narrowing your eyes suspiciously. “what.”

“you called me zag.” he points out, fingers curling to scratch myroclus’ favourite spot. “instead of zagreus.”

fluster rises like an inferno, ready to swallow you whole. “mm.” you pull your hand back, averting your gaze to the carefully-folded blue cloth that you meant to drape over the horse’s back in preparation of the journey.

zagreus grabs your arm, careful, gentle. like he always was, like he feared he could shatter you to pieces with one wrong move. (he wasn’t wrong exactly, but this sort of gentleness scared you because where else would ever experience that and prince zagreus’ destiny was beyond you and the simple cottage). “hey, i wasn’t making fun of you. i always told you, you didn’t have to be so formal with me. we’re friends. philia is what we are.”

philia, a friendly sort of love, an affection between friends, one of the four words love.

you tilt your head, heart molded like clay, warmed by the heat of his caring hands. and it is peace that makes its way in the hallowed atriums of your chest. home, you think. this was meant to be, in some strange, Fate-spun way. “philia.” you parrot, wrapping a hand around the one zagreus had curled around your arm.

it’s a strange moment, one that’s shattered with the way zagreus suddenly pulls back; flexing his hand slightly. “so, you were teaching me to ride this beast?”

myroclus whinnies in indignation, he was not a mere beast, he was the grandest of horses! you laugh again, unfolding the blue blanket that allowed you to the barest hint of relief from the bumpiness that riding horses could serve. “perhaps, but most of all, i will teach you to hold on. it would do you well to go and explore outside of my lady’s lands.” pause, thoughtful look. “if that is your wish, anyways.”

“i find no issue with that, i have been feeling a bit cooped up. and i have never ridden a horse before, how hard could it be?” zagreus watches as you tie the blanket to myroclus’ back before seeing the unimpressed look on your face. “what?”

“riding a horse is no easy feat, i’ll have you know.”

he could tell that he’s offended you, smiling sheepishly as if to say sorry! nonetheless, you turn towards myroclus, rolling up your chiton to revealed toned legs and thighs from years of hard work. sticking your tongue out, you take a few steps back before rushing forward and vaulting yourself onto myroclus’ back. zagreus claps wildly, whistling in appreciation at the show of athleticism, the only show of athleticism that you are willing to display.

you are simply content to walk through life instead of rushing.

“me next!” zagreus mirrors you, tensing his legs to leap...

“stop! no! you don’t know how to do it yet and myroclus isn’t prepared, what we are going to do is this.” you pat the horse’s neck, whispering a quiet: down boy, and myroclus settles on the ground. “now, up.” you pat behind your form, waiting patiently for zagreus to sit behind you, but he doesn’t.

oh. he looks... petulant. like a child. “i’m not a child, you know. i can do what you did. it’s easy!” he crosses his arms, but obligingly sits on the spot you had indicated. “This isn’t too bad.”

His arms wrap around your waist loosely, a smile dimpling at your cheeks. “not yet, and tighter.” you tug him until his arms tighten, his body a spot of heat at your back. prince zagreus is tall enough that he could comfortably place his chin on your head. “ready?” a whistle has your horse standing up once again, the reins tight around your fists. “just hold on.”

you snap the reins and off myroclus goes, the earth rumbling underneath his thunderous hooves. he was a bulky creature, as strong as an oak tree and not as fast as his other kin, but a dependable steed. you can hear zagreus grunting behind you, knees pressed tight to avoid being knocked off, voice jumping in amusing leaps at every bound of the horse. “how do you fare?” you call above the winds, cheeks bitten red by the fall air, delight in your gaze.

“iiiiii---- thiiiiiink---- im gonnaaaaaaahahhhhhhh----” his words come strangely and at a particular bump, one that has zagreus slipping and attempting to cling to you, thus setting off a chain reaction of him falling and you falling onto the rocky ground beneath.

luckily because of godlike reflexes, he maneuvers himself in a way that cushions your fall with his bulk, rollin in the mud before stopping. chiton messed, hair messed, face splattered with brown, you sit up, glaring at him crossly. distantly, you can see myroclus skidding to a halt and swinging his mighty head, returning in leisurely trots, taking a detour to a nearby field of sweetgrass. zagreus shrugs sheepishly at you, “you did say to hold on...”

“yes, but not yank me off the horse as well!” you try to wipe off the mud from your face, succeeding in smearing it even further. “ugh, it’s not getting off.” at least there’s one white spot left on your chiton. however, a splat against your chest has it disappearing --- you look up at zagreus who sports a shit-eating grin, the flames that licked his laurel wreathe dancing in delight. “you. did. not.”

he sticks his nose in the air, mouth curled in a manner that reminded you too much of lord hermes, “i did, and what are you going to do about it?”

if he insists on playing dirty, then you shall oblige him in turn. in his moment of gloating and taunting, you craft a mud ball and toss it right at his face, laughing at the way he sputters, features messed even further with dirt and clods of grass. zagreus appears to not have anticipated your retaliation and that makes it that much more sweeter.

your countenance may be reserved; however, that is by choice - underneath the mask, you had the capacity of being equally playful. you roll away from the god, scooping up handful of mud and temporarily overwhelming poor zagreus who attempts to escape the indent he made in the mud with a wet schlop!

however, whatever your advantage you had was swiftly lost. his dual-coloured eyes flash with excitement, teeth bared in a grin that foretold trouble. with his forearms up, he blocked every mudball you threw, whilst stepping closer and closer. you try to outmaneuver him, but as fleet-footed as you were, zagreus was even more superior (you suspected that he had been blessed by lord hermes, hardly fair!).

“---- got you!” the prince tackles you to the ground, carefully cushioning your head with a hand and pinned you in the mud - braced over you with a forearm next to your head and knees next to your thighs. by then, you’re both heaving from your play-fighting and nearly unidentifiable from the amount of mud caked on your forms.

the laughter from being bowled over and trapped trails off, your gazes captured in magnetic timelessness. you’ve noticed that you’ve been having these strange moments often, an electric quality that you cannot seem to place. it was terrifying, it was exhilarating. prince zagreus watches you, lips parted, quiet.

this moment - standing on the precipice of something different. you falter, pressing a hand on zagreus’ chest, laughing albeit awkwardly. “zagreus, m-myroclus. i have to get him. and we... we should get clean.” the words stuff your mouth as the moment is ruined, zagreus blinking in realization. he rocks back on his heels, smiling, but something in his gaze is different.

was it regret? was it disappointment?

he shouldn’t be, what this was -- it was an illusion. simply the games of lady aphrodite and nothing more. when he stands, he offers you a hand, which you take gratefully. “go back home and clean up, i need to get myroclus back.” it seemed like he wanted to protest; however, he doesn’t - midnight-hair matted with mud. zagreus doesn’t answer you, contenting with a nod and returning to the cottage.

you whistle loudly, myroclus’ ears pricking at the sound and trotting over to bump his snout against your cheek gently. “tsk, you were a bad boy, did you do that on purpose?” myroclus nickers, neither an affirmative or a negative. it must of been one of his bouts of mischief. “nonetheless, tomorrow, we’re going to practice more, please be good and i’ll bring you treats.” the prospects of treats, it seemed, was enough for the horse to internally pledge to behave.

after returning myroclus to his fenced field, you turn your feet back to the cottage and to the bathhouse where steaming rose water and oils awaited you. luxury has never been appealing to you, but the capacity to soak in a bath for an extended period of time was wonderful. you knocked on the door and upon finding no reply, entered the bathhouse, shedding your already-awkwardly dried clothes and sinking into the tub of hot water (zagreus had, no doubt, already refilled upon anticipation of your return).

you do not know how long you sat there and cleaned, allowing the day to sluice off your shoulders, but when you finish, your skin is pruny and countenance soften with the delight of someone well-soaked. a robe hung nearby, soft fabric that warded off the cold, cinched at the waist with rope.

thankfully, when you return to the kitchen where you know zagreus was stoking the fire for the stew they had made, nothing was on fire. his hair was endearingly fluffed up, swaddled in a similar robe. “nice bath? you took long.” he offers you a bowl of stew, which you take gratefully.

“i’m a bit sore from the fall, it was nice to have the warmth soak into my skin.” you pull up a chair, stretching luxuriously enough that your joints pop. “you know, i’ve been curious.” zagreus spoons food into his mouth, humming in acknowledgement (he’s learned to not talk with his mouth full, something you’ve scolded him about frequently). “when lord thanatos was here, he talked about your purpose... i’m sorry, am i not supposed to...” you trail off at the look he gives you. it’s not menacing or angry, but filled with a brand of determination.

ah, you forget. the vengeful, cataclysmic drive to see his birthmother, you wonder - would you go to such depths? would you descent to the pits of tartarus to see your family, so cruelly stolen from you?

“no, it’s... it’s fine.” he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, “i came here to protect my mother. from the rest of the olympians.” that gets your attention, straightening in your seat.

“my lady is in danger?” the panic in your chest tightens, mind already racing with contingency plans. how, just how, are you supposed to protect the goddess?

he can see the fear in your eyes, reaching out to hold your hand tightly. “no harm will fall upon her. or you. i am here.”

but you know the disastrous uselessness of fighting against forces of nature themselves. after all, it was lord ares whom blessed the army, the general, that ravaged her home. “don’t. there are... there are certain things that you cannot fight against, believe me, i know.” your words are harsh, zagreus taken aback by the rawness of your self baring. you squeeze your eyes shut, dismissing your memories and traumas. easy, after all. pandora’s box, locked tight. “regardless, lord thanatos spoke about something about things not dying, doesn’t that scare you?”

zagreus considers that, tilting his head before shaking it. “not really. it’ll sort itself out soon. now, let’s stop talking about this nasty business. eat your dinner.”

you feel scolded, dismissed, really. but that’s nothing new. zagreus was a god, you remind yourself. he did not feel mortality in the way that you did. bah, nonetheless, you and this cottage is an insignificant blip in the grand scheme of things.

after all, being faceless was the greatest gift of all in this life.

#hades the game #hades supergiant #zagreus #zagreus hades #my writing #aku writing #a lot happened here #it was supposed to be a filler chapter; but it ended up not being that.#LOL #the mortal is really feeling too many emotions this chapter LOLOLOLOL

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fandom-imagines-for-days · 4 years

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Demons

Pairing: Nico di Angleo x Will Solace

Summary: Nico has a but of a breakdown and Will comes to help

Warnings: Mentions of insanity, dead people, stress and voices. All the fluff

Prompt: "Nico having a breakdown and Will seeing this."

Requested: Yes! My friend requested this💥 @kiriaxes

(Art/photo credit goes to Maccalon)

"This is insane." Nico muttered under his breath, pacing up and down the Hades cabin. He had been pacing for a good two hours but something else was bugging him. Along with the voices. A few of the dead that hung about just would not leave him alone, constantly talking and chattering and complaining. Not just that but he couldn't tell them to go away. They just spoke and spoke like it was a freaking tea party up in this dark cabin. He could barely concentrate on anything, let alone hear Will frantically knocking at the door. "I'm going mad, I swear to the Gods I'm going mad." He whispered, half to himself, placing his head in his hands and pulling at his hair from the roots, he let out a groan of annoyance. In sheer frustration and worry for his boyfriend, Will opened the door and was shocked at the state Nico was in.

"N-nico?" He called softly, still somewhat stunned. Nico had dark circles under his eyes like he hadn't slept for days, his hands were shaking as though he had hyperthermia and he had greasy hair. It took him a moment but the son of Hades eventually noticed his concerned partner and stopped dead in his tracks. Four dead spirits sat on the beds around him, still talking about world war two and how they each died, their families, how they cried. "Will? What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice hoarse, glancing around the cabin at the dead spirits wandering. The blonds expression softened. "I'm here to check up on you Nico, I hadn't seen you around camp and I was worried." He said, brushing some hair behind his ear and glancing back up at his boyfriend.

"Oh." Was all Nico could manage.

"Mhmm, whether you like it or not I care, so what's going on." He moved closer and took Nico's hands in his, rubbing small circles over his corse skin with his thumbs. The contrast of Nico's gorgeous olive skin with his deep tan was something that always made him smile. "Um. Nothing. It's fine Will you don't need to worry about it." Nico insisted, though he didn't remove his hands.

"You're not fine, you can't lie to someone whose literal job is to take care of people, okay?" He squeezed his hands gently.

"I love you Nico and I want to help you, so tell me, please." Their eyes locked and he could see the demons in his boyfriends dark eyes, a strain and worry that was consuming him. Nico sighed. "The dead won't shut up." He caved, moving to engulf Will in a hug. Apollo's son held him tightly, relishing his warm embrace. "I love you too." He mumbled into the boys 'Camp Half-Blood' shirt. Will forced away a smile. "I'm sorry I didnt hear that," he said teasingly. "Could you repeat it?" Nico nearly bit his collar bone in annoyance. "You know what I said Solace, don't test me." He responded a bit louder, tone stern.

"Come, you need to shower, you're staying in my cabin tonight." Will said, pulling away and clasping his hand, dragging him from the Hades cabin. "What no, we cant do that. We could get-" Nico did his best to object but shut up the second Will cupped his face with his hands.

"I dont care, I need to look after you, now come." Nico smiled softly and Will lent in for a kiss. A few Nymphs that were passing by made a comment about how cute they were. "I'm not cute." Nico complained as Will dragged him off to shower. "No, but you are smoking hot." Nico raised a brow. "That's your job, son of the sun god." Will smiled brightly before he laughed. "Common dummy, you gotta shower and dinner is gonna start soon."

#percy jackon and the olympians #nico di angelo #solangelo #gay couple #will solace #percy jackson #cute #fluff #fluffy

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diamondcamefromhell · 4 years

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Timeless love

Jaskier x Female Reader series part 1

[again a reupload because the first time, tags decided to not work, fun times ~] [ reuplaod x2 POOPDIE DOOBTIE tags just dont want to work these days, do they]

Summary: This is an AU, where Y/N is a young woman, trying to make ends meet with her freelancing writing job. She lives in her small Nottingham studio apartment along with her cat Apollo. Things change when one evening as she is waiting for her taxi, she meets what she thinks is Joey Batey, but the man in front of her is convinced he’s Jaskier, a character from her current favorite show. Y/N now has to figure out what to do.

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 1,413

Note:

This is just an intro kind of thing, setting the setting (wow, great wording me) and Y/N first meets Jaskier. I had this idea at work, and I really want to write it, I know it may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but if you find it interesting, you can ask to be added to a tag list! Other parts will be longer, posted every two days. I will continue doing other random imagines as requests are still open, but this will be a multi-part thing going on.

ALL feedback is appreciated. You can leave it anonymously on my ask page.

ENJOY! xxx

I click off Netflix, with a warmth filling my heart. I just finished rewatching The Witcher for a second time already. I get up to clean my room, gently humming Toss a Coin to Your Witcher to myself. I live a small studio apartment, a struggling artist is what I should call myself.

I specialize is writing, and as a freelance worker, I get to do works on anything, from how to grow your peas to why foot fetish is good for your health. A weird bunch of people come to me, influencers preaching nonsense. What I truly enjoy, however, is poetry. Writing art, not whatever people bark at me.

But I have to make a living. I made a promise to the stars I would make it on my own.

I glance back at my laptop. I enjoy my days off, treating myself to fine shows like The Witcher. I go play the song I was humming, and it fills my apartment, as I clean the kitchen counters and do the dishes. I decide that I might go out tonight, I need a break from this small room. I need to breathe.

I have this sense of adventure, wanting to do something - anything. Watching people go on adventures for eight hours straight makes my life seem so boring and bland. Much like Jaskier, I wanted to be heard. I wanted someone I could write about, and the world would be forced to listen. The world couldn’t help but fall in love, too.

Hours pass by, as I begin to get ready, applying gentle makeup on my face. I throw on a flowy skater style dress, that’s pale blue. I smirk remembering Jaskier wore pale blue, and then cuss myself out for getting so enticed in fictional character. I can fall for someone who isn’t real, not again. I’ve been the girl with a helpless crush on many characters.

Won’t happen again. I am content with being single. Plus, I have my cat. I glance around my apartment, looking for Apollo, my ginger boy I named after my favourite Greek God. I see him on a windowsill, staring out into the world. My beautiful boy. Roach to my Geralt.

“Be good tonight, Apollo.” I say, but the cat pays little to no attention to me. “Mommy will head out.”

I let out a sigh when Apollo doesn’t even look at me. Being a cat mom, you get used to it, but I prefer it when he’s in his happy mood. Then, I can’t get him off me. I whistle, making him look at me. His green eyes scan me, as if asking why I dared to disturb him.

“Keep our home safe, okay?” To my surprise, he meows in response, before looking out the window again.

This cat never ceases to amaze me.

I make sure to leave enough food and water for him, before I leave the apartment. The smell in the corridor makes my nose physically hurt, and I wonder if Dave, my neighbour, is passed out drunk somewhere again. I sigh, rushing from my third floor, to get relief of fresh air.

The streets are dim, but not too dark. I clutch my purse tighter, knowing there still are some sketchy people, even if it’s still light outside. I call a taxi, glancing around the empty streets. Until I hear someone grunt behind me. I turn on my feet, reaching for pepper spray in my purse, but get struck by a surprise.

Before me stands a man I just spend hours watching. Or the guy who plays him. Joey Batey. Dressed in full Jaskier attire, though. The red matching set he wore in episode six. He has his lute in his hands. Our eyes meet, and he looks scared out of his mind.

“Joey?” I ask, trying not to attack the actor with fangirling, who looks around, to see if there is someone else behind him. When he realizes it’s just us, he raises his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry?” He asks, looking around some more. Confusion paints his face as he looks at me once more. “Where am I?”

“Nottingham.” I say, but it doesn’t seem to clarify anything for him, as he raises his eyebrows even more.

“What is this Nottingham?” He takes a step back. “Who are you, exactly?”

“My name’s Y/N.” I raise my arms in the air, showing I mean no harm. “Joey, are you okay?”

“Who’s Joey?” His voice shakes. “I’m Jaskier.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Now I’m the one, raising my eyebrows. My phone beeps, informing me the taxi will be here in 5 minutes. Joeys, Jaskiers, eyes drop to the gadget, as he looks mortified.

“What is that?” He scoffs, taking a step back again. “You’re a sorceress. This is an illusion. Bloody witches keep ruining my days.”

“I am not a witch, Jo… Jaskier.” I correct myself but I can tell he’s not convinced. He grips on his lute tighter, eyeing me down.

“Where’s Geralt?” His voice is quiet. I feel dizzy, wondering if someone was smoking something funny up in my apartment building.

“Not here, as far as I know.” I squint, looking around, trying to see if I see Henry, dressed as Geralt just wondering the streets of Nottingham. My phone beeps again. Taxi is three minutes away. I see Jaskier stare at it again, so I slide it in my purse. “We can go to my place, you could rest, see if you feel better tomorrow?”

“I am not going anywhere with you, witch!” He puts on a brave face. I watch him turn left, as his face drops. He has no idea where he is. What exactly did he smoke?

“Jaskier. Please.” I plead, not sure what to do. I can’t pull out my phone and google ‘how to help people who are high off their mind’. That would probably give him a heart attack. “Trust me.”

“How can I trust someone who put me in this mirage?” Shit. I guess I will have to play along.

“I don’t know where I am either. I woke up in here, and I tried to find a way out. Until I just settled.” I say whatever comes to my mind as I see Jaskier slowly relax. How naïve of him, “If you are here too, maybe we both can figure something out. Maybe Geralt and Yennefer can help.”

“You know Yennefer.” His voice grows cold and I realize I messed up. I stare at him, not sure how to get him on my side again. The taxi is probably a minute away, and I cant leave Joey alone, not when he is this much out of his mind. But I cant take him clubbing either.

“I know the Continent. I heard your songs, Jaskier.” I plead, looking around. I don’t hear a car just yet. “Toss a coin to your Witcher, o valley of plenty.”

“You know my songs?” He seems to relax again, and I become anxious to get him off the street.

“Please come with me.” I plead, rushing to him.

Before he can respond, I grab his hand, dragging him inside. I hear him grunt, at what I can only assume, is the smell. My phone begins ringing, alerting that the taxi is here. I don’t stop, dragging him to the third floor. I struggle at the door, as my hands shake. When I eventually get the key in, I practically push him inside, locking the door behind us.

I take my phone out, answering.

“I am so sorry, sir. I changed my mind, my um, cat, started throwing up.” I blabber as Jaskier is fearfully looking around. “I might need to take him to the vet, I can’t go out. Please charge my card for your time to come here and have a nice evening.”

I hang up, my heart beating slower. If any sane person saw us, especially saw Jaskier, they might have called ambulance or police. Imagine the news.

“The hit show’s “The Witcher” star was found high out of his mind in the streets of Nottingham. Joey Batey, reportedly, kept saying he is Jaskier, calling everyone sorceresses.”

Wonderful. I look at him now, not sure how to refer to him. My phone dings again, and I look at it, swearing. But it’s a notification. From Instagram.

Joey Batey just updated his story. I open it, to see it’s a picture of him and Henry, with a caption ‘catching up before season 2’. I lift my head, swallowing hard. Jaskier turns around to face me, and my heart drops.

What is going on?

[PART TWO]

#who cares tags dont work anyway #jaskier #jaskier x reader #witcher #fluff #angst #you know the drill #like literally why am i even tagging this if it literally doesnt matter #oh well #guess ill die #witcher au #i really want for people to read this but i guess it wont happen #thanks tumblr #i hate it

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hopeisour4letteredword · 4 years

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innocent bones ch2

Summary: Apollo gets a wake-up call in a few ways. It’s okay, though--he’s got best-friend backup.

Link to AO3 in the notes.

“Goood morning, sunshine!”

“Blrgh,” Apollo says, more to his pillow than Clay. He rolls over and pulls the blankets over his head.

“Oh, are we grouchy this morning? I can drink both of these by myself if you wanna be left alone.”

Apollo peeks out from the covers warily. Clay dangles an iced drink in a plastic café cup tantalizingly over the bed. The morning is already hot, and only promises to get hotter; Apollo knows by the time he has proper clothes on, he’ll want something cold and sweet. He sighs and kicks the sheets aside, stretching.

“Why are you in my apartment?”

“Why were you sleeping with one sock on?”

Apollo looks down. Sure enough, he still has on the sock he’d yanked on at three in the morning. “...Fuck me.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Clay says, batting his eyelashes, then cackles as Apollo swings a pillow at him and chases him around the room. When they reach the kitchenette, Clay successfully diverts his attention to a small paper bag of baked goods. Apollo allows him to exchange the pillow for a chocolate croissant. “To answer your question, I’m here to chill with my best friend on my day off, like we’ve been planning for, oh, the last three weeks?”

Shit. That’s right. Apollo scrubs the crust of sleep from his eyes, shoulders slumping. “Sorry. I remember now.”

Clay smiles easily and slides him the drink. Apollo sips. Peachy oolong tea with lemonade. “No harm, no foul. Seriously, though. Why the sock?”

“I had the most surreal fucking night,” Apollo says, and tells him about it. Clay starts laughing uproariously as soon as he mentions the teeth. He doesn’t stop until Apollo concludes with Prosecutor Debeste’s intervention.

“Oh, man,” Clay chuckles, wiping at the corners of his eyes. “How does this shit happen to you?”

“If I knew, don’t you think I would try to stop it?”

“I don’t know, would you?” Clay smirks maddeningly and bites into his muffin. Through a mouthful of crumbs, he drawls, “I’m sure you suffered so much with a handsome man vying for your attention.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, you disgusting goblin.”

“Ach, Herr Forehead,” Clay says, in the worst fake German accent Apollo has ever heard. “When I’m sad and lonely, you’re the first one I think of to cheer me up. Oh, how I wish you were here with me—“

Apollo seizes the pillow again. Clay rushes to get a grip on it before he can take a swing. They struggle for control until they both tip out of their chairs and go crashing to the hard, unforgiving linoleum floor in a heap.

“Ow,” Clay says. “Huh. I’ve had more exciting tumbles.”

“And Mr. Starbuck trusts you to pilot a rocket with him,” Apollo scoffs, feeling a bit ow himself.

“Please, I’m much nicer to Mr. Starbuck than I am to you, I don’t have to worry about fighting with him.”

They attempt to sit up. Clay somehow maneuvers their tangled limbs apart without injury to either of them. Apollo moves to stand, but Clay slings his legs across Apollo’s own before he can go anywhere.

“Hey,” Clay says, low and serious. “For real. You okay? You didn’t have any new nightmares because of all that, did you?”

Apollo winces. “...No.”

“What was that face for?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re an awful liar and you know it.” Clay frowns, concern creasing his brow. “You can tell me anything. You know that, right? You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. But I’m here for you, dude.”

“I know, space cadet. Calm down.”

“Alright, alright.”

Clay moves his legs out of the way. It’s Apollo’s turn to interrupt him before he can rise by dropping his head onto Clay’s shoulder.

“Worse than a nightmare,” he mutters.

“What? What’s worse than a nightma—oh, my God,” Clay gasps. “You had a sex dream?!”

“WH—NO!”

“MY BABY BOY IS GROWING UP!”

“I DID NOT HAVE A SEX DREAM!”

Apollo tries to smack him. Clay catches his hand and wrestles him into a headlock.

“The most important thing to remember is that this is a normal part of puberty,” Clay says, solemnly, even as Apollo shrieks with dismay. “Every growing boy—“

“I WILL KICK YOUR ASS.”

“Like you could? Alright, sunshine, let’s hear it. What’s worse than a nightmare, aside from a sex dream?”

“I don’t want to tell you anymore,” Apollo says, sulkily, voice muffled by Clay’s arm.

“Come on, don’t be like that.” Clay pats his head with his free hand. Apollo grumbles some more. “Is it really that embarrassing?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, then it’s about feelings.”

“Wh—how did you—I mean, what makes you think that?!” Real smooth, Justice. Apollo can feel the hot flush of mortification on his face.

“Honestly, dumbass, how long have we been friends? You think I don’t know how your brain works as well as you know mine?”

“That doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Yeah, you’re busy saving all your affection for Klav—ow! Don’t hit me!”

“Shut up! God.”

“You know you get to have a crush, right? That’s normal and okay.”

“I don’t want to have a crush,” Apollo moans, hopelessly. Clay finally releases him from the headlock so he takes the opportunity to bury his face in his hands. He hates catching feelings. He always blows it somehow. It doesn’t help that they never have these conversations anywhere less weird than the kitchen floor. “He’s my colleague. I need to be professional. Our working relationship is too important for me to fuck this up.”

“He got lonely while he was high on painkillers and called you at three AM and you’re still going on about professionalism?”

“It sounds stupid when you say it like that.”

“That’s because it is stupid.”

“Your face is stupid.”

“I’m serious, man. Like, if you wanted concrete evidence that he considers you a friend outside of your working relationship, it just got handed to you on a silver platter. There’s no way you’re the first friend he’s ever had that’s been a little into him.”

“...I guess that’s true.”

“Who knows? Maybe he’s a little into you too.”

Apollo gives him an incredulous look.

“It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to happen to you in the last year, that’s all I’m saying! And he has an awful lot of nice things to say about you for a courtroom rival.”

“We’re not rivals,” Apollo says, mostly on automatic. Clay ruffles his hair as they clamber to their feet.

“Sure, sure. Hey, speaking of things he has to say, has he said anything to you this morning?”

“How should I know? Somebody bullied me out of bed and I left my phone behind.”

“I’ll go get it, you eat breakfast.”

Apollo finishes his croissant. After a moment, Clay tosses his phone at him.

“Do I really have to check it right now?”

“If you’re gonna be such a big baby about it, I can check it for you.”

“Ugh. No, fine, I’ll look.”

Klavier Gavin, 9:04am

hey, i just wanted to apologize for last night. i hope i didn’t scare you too badly. i remember you saying i owed you one, so let me know if you come up with a way i can apologize.

Apollo lets out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Clay makes a questioning sound and a grabby hand gesture. Apollo passes his phone over, obligingly, and steals a chunk of Clay’s muffin while he reads it for himself.

“Totally normal,” Clay says. “See? It’s fine. You’re fine.”

“I’m fine,” Apollo echoes. He takes his phone back and sips absentmindedly at his iced tea as he types.

Apollo Justice, 10:38am

I’m going to change your contact name to “Teeth Theft Victim.”

How’s your mouth this morning?

Klavier Gavin, 10:39am

HF no :(

not the worst. definitely not as bad as it was last night!

i had some painkillers when i got up. mostly just feels a little weird rn

Apollo Justice, 10:41am

That sounds about right.

Klavier Gavin, 10:42am

did you get back to sleep okay?

Apollo Justice, 10:43am

Yeah, I’m fine.

Klavier Gavin, 10:43am

you’re always fine, HF ;P

Apollo Justice, 10:44am

I bet you think you’re clever.

I got plenty of sleep. Don’t worry.

Klavier Gavin, 10:45am

i am sincerely sorry though. seriously, let me know if i can make it up to you somehow

“Do I actually seem angry?” Apollo asks Clay, mystified. Clay peers over his shoulder at the message thread. “He didn’t really do anything wrong, considering his mental state at the time. I’m not trying to be brusque with him.”

“Tell him to take you out for coffee,” Clay says.

“What? Why? Where did that come from?”

Apollo Justice, 10:47am

All you have to do is not call me at 3AM saying ominous things without context again.

I know this is a terribly high bar to meet, but I have faith that you’ll rise to the occasion.

Klavier Gavin, 10:48am

you really thought i was actively dying, didn’t you?

were you actually on your way out the door?

Apollo Justice, 10:49am

I thought you had gotten roofied. Of course I was on my way out the door.

Klavier Gavin, 10:50am

my knight in shining armor ;)

“TELL HIM TO TAKE YOU OUT FOR COFFEE,” Clay yells, aggressively shaking Apollo by the shoulder. Apollo yelps and almost drops his phone.

“He’s always like this! It doesn’t mean anything!”

“I WILL DO IT MYSELF.”

“Do what yourself?! Take him out for coffee?! Fine! I hope you’re very happy together!”

“God, and you mean it, too. You’re hopeless, AJ. No game at all. Give me your phone.”

“NO!”

Apollo Justice, 10:52am

awerrttrtrtFSDFFG

Klavier Gavin, 10:52am

?? HF??

Apollo Justice, 10:53am

BRB

Have tio kickmny friendsd ass

Apollo does not kick Clay’s ass, because Clay has fifty pounds of muscle on him and Apollo hasn’t gotten in a real fight since he was a middle schooler, but he damn well tries. It’s the effort that counts. Maybe. Hopefully.

Apollo Justice, 11:12am

COFFREERE

Klavier Gavin, 11:14am

??????

Apollo Justice, 11:15am

TAKE HIM OUT TO COFFEE

Klavier Gavin, 11:16am

who am i speaking to??

Apollo Justice, 11:17am

DONT QWORRT ABT UT

Klavier Gavin, 11:18am

i’m a little worried about it

is Herr Justice okay??

Apollo Justice, 11:18am

YEA HES FINE

IM BULLYING HIMN

Klavier Gavin, 11:20am

that doesn’t sound very fine

Apollo Justice, 11:21am

I am so fucking sorry.

Klavier Gavin, 11:21am

are you alright?

Apollo Justice, 11:23am

I’m fine.

I’m with a friend right now and he decided to be obnoxious.

Klavier Gavin, 11:24am

by which i suppose you

mean he stole your phone

Klavier Gavin, 11:25am

That and putting me in a headlock.

Klavier Gavin, 11:25am

Apollo Justice, 11:26am

I’m fine, honestly. We roughhouse all the time.

It’s mostly my pride that hurts.

“Bet you ten bucks he offers to kiss it better,” Clay says, slurping obnoxiously at the dregs of his iced tea. As winner’s spoils, he has retained eavesdropping privileges. Textdropping? Wiretapping? Fuck it, Apollo doesn’t know.

“He will not,” Apollo says, through gritted teeth, valiantly attempting to suppress the red-hot surge of embarrassment to his cheeks.

Klavier Gavin, 11:28am

well then, we all know you’ll survive that one :P

Apollo Justice, 11:30am

Ouch. Rub more salt in the wound, why don’t you?

“You owe me ten bucks,” Apollo announces.

“You motherfucker, you didn’t even take the bet!”

“It was implied! You would have made me give you ten dollars.”

Clay grudgingly pulls out his wallet and gives Apollo a five, three ones, and a fistful of change. He hands it over way too fast to have figured out how much the change is worth, but then Clay is actually good at numbers shit, so maybe he did. Anyway, Apollo cares more about the principle of the exchange than receiving exactly ten dollars.

Klavier Gavin, 11:31am

i prefer to think of it as a salve to help you heal faster

Apollo Justice, 11:32am

By making fun of me?

Klavier Gavin, 11:33am

by reminding u that u can pull through these hard times!

Apollo Justice, 11:34am

Sure.

Klavier Gavin, 11:35am

but hey, for real. do you want to go out for coffee sometime?

“YES,” Clay hollers, victoriously. Apollo wants to curl up under the table and die of mortification.

“I can’t believe you. He thinks he has to do this because I got inconvenienced last night. This is stupid, Clay, why would you do this to us?”

“Because,” Clay says, “He flirts with you, constantly, and you’re who he calls at three AM when he’s in pain and he wants to talk to someone to distract him, and you have a crush that can be seen from space. It’s my job as your best friend.”

“It’s really not.”

“Uh-huh. Tell the nice man you’ll go out for coffee with him.”

Apollo Justice, 11:39am

You really don’t have to take me out just because of what happened last night.

Clay was being absurd.

Klavier Gavin, 11:41am

okay, sure, i understand

but do you WANT to?

Apollo Justice, 11:42am

I mean. Yeah.

If you’re sure.

Klavier Gavin, 11:43am

i’m positive :)

Apollo Justice, 11:44am

Then coffee would be cool.

“Cool,” Clay echoes. “God, AJ, you’re a mess. I love you so much. Cool, he says, when the actual rockstar asks him out on a date.”

“You bullied the rockstar into asking me on a date,” Apollo snaps, red-faced.

“I didn’t do a damn thing to him except offer a suggestion. He didn’t get put in a headlock.”

Klavier Gavin, 11:45am

Großartig! i have a meeting tomorrow afternoon, but perhaps tuesday?

Apollo Justice, 11:46am

Tuesday is fine.

What time? Where are we going?

Klavier Gavin, 11:48am

let’s say 3pm? and it’s a surprise ;)

Apollo Justice, 11:49am

I won’t be footing the bill if you drag me out to some weird, fancy upscale tea bar.

Klavier Gavin, 11:50am

nein, don’t be ridiculous. it’s my treat

“Ooh, what a gentleman!”

“Can’t you stop reading over my shoulder and let me set this up in peace now?!”

“No, I just scored you a date and you elbowed me very hard in the stomach earlier. I earned this.”

Apollo Justice, 11:52am

Does that mean it IS a weird, fancy upscale tea bar?

Klavier Gavin, 11:53am

actually it means i haven’t decided yet

Apollo Justice, 11:54am

Ah. Foolish me, then.

How am I supposed to get there if it’s a surprise?

Klavier Gavin, 11:55am

oh, you can just meet me at my office and i’ll drive us there

...unless you’re still afraid of my motorcycle? :P

Apollo Justice, 11:58am

I’m not afraid.

But you better have a second helmet.

Klavier Gavin, 12:00pm

don’t i always, Schatz?

“You go on his motorcycle?” Clay says, outraged and oblivious while Apollo can feel himself going scarlet from the roots of his hair all the way down to his collar. “This is so unfair. You’ll barely get in a car with me, and you’re terrified of motorcycles. How long did it take you to realize you like this guy again?”

Through gritted teeth, Apollo says, “You drive like you’re trying to die young, and Klavier is the only person I know who consistently follows every single traffic law to the letter.”

“Sounds like—“

“Also, we work together, and basically every time I’ve gotten a ride from him has been to or from case-relevant locations.”

“—Like excuses to me. What does Schatz mean, anyway?”

“I don’t know,” Apollo lies. Clay’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. He’s not that oblivious, then.

“Uh-huh.”

Apollo Justice, 12:04pm

I guess so.

Klavier Gavin, 12:05pm

so tuesday at 3pm, meeting at my office, then?

Apollo Justice, 12:06pm

Works for me.

I have to go, I’m supposed to be hanging out with Clay today. But I’ll see you Tuesday?

Klavier Gavin, 12:09pm

tuesday it is! i can’t wait to see you ;)

and tell your friend i said danke, ja?

Apollo Justice, 12:11pm

Thanks, he wasn’t already being insufferable enough.

“Oh I’m the fucking best,” Clay says, gleefully. Apollo tries to hide a smile, but it’s pointless. Clay has already thrown an arm around his shoulders to squeeze him in a tight side-hug. “Who is the best friend in the whole wide world who probably just got you laid?”

“Clay.”

“Remember this when I’m done with my mission and I have time to date again, okay? I expect equally enthusiastic wing-manning from you.”

“You have literally never needed me to wingman for you,” Apollo says, with fond exasperation. “Besides, what happened to that alien boyfriend you keep insisting you’ll come back with?”

“Well, maybe he’ll only be my alien work-friend when I come back, and I’ll need my dear friend to help me push past my misconceptions about professionalism to find true love.”

“Good grief,” Apollo says, as the blush that had been steadily dying down on his face flares back to life. “True love? It’s one coffee date. Slow it on down.”

Clay opens his mouth, probably with the intent to say more wild shit about Apollo’s upcoming date (a date! With Klavier! Is Apollo still in a weird exhaustion-induced feelings dream?), so Apollo hurriedly jumps in to say, “So how did you want to spend your day off? Video games? Movies?”

“I want to kick your ass at Smash Bros,” Clay says.

“I think we can arrange that.”

“Almost as easily as we just arranged—“

“Pushing your luck, Terran.”

“I learned that from the very best,” Clay says, nudging Apollo’s shoulder with his own with a fond grin. Apollo can’t help but smile back.

“I guess you did.”

#klapollo #Klavier Gavin #apollo justice #clay terran #ace attorney #long post

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seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana · 4 years

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The Girl in The Blue Dress

Chapter 11: Decisions

@megatraven hehe decisions are hard and Anxiety is high >:).

And not too much proofreading so👀

Story Description: A girl named Rose is the kindest girl around. However, once she gets cursed, she is forced to die and live over and over again, always facing a fate that was cruel. She fell in love with a god and he fell in love with her. Will he be able to end the curse? Will he be able to ever save her from her fate? Or will their love be cursed forever?

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Once he turned around, she couldn’t hold back. She ran after him and chased him down the hallway. It might not be Lucas, but she needed to see him. She needed to hear him talk to her again. Even if it was insults, she didn’t care. She just always wondered if he was even alive, so she had to find out if he was.

Melody and Apollo called out to her and ran after her, but she didn’t stop. She continued to run down this hallway, calling after the man.

They eventually reached to a garden outside. The man stopped and turned around and held out a dagger towards Rose. Rose stopped about 15 feet away from him and held out her hands in front of her, showing him she meant no harm.

“Woah, woah. I don’t mean any harm, Lucas.”

Once she stared at him long enough, her hopes were confirmed. It was Lucas. After all this time, she found him alive. It was bright in the afternoon, so she could see his face perfectly now. He had the same blonde hair from their childhood, he had a small mole under his left eye, he had those green eyes of his, but unlike his childish smile she remembers, it’s replaced with a frown and spewed out threatening words.

“Don’t come closer, Rose!”

“Lucas, please-”

“Don’t make me hurt you!”

Rose looked at his hands and saw that he was shaking a bit. He was trying to hide it, but he couldn’t. Not anymore at least. However, she didn’t have much time to think about him because he suddenly turned the knife to her mother.

“Mrs....”, he looked at Melody and he felt even worse.

He tried to say “Mrs. Melody”. It was always the way he addressed her when they were kids. Now the habit was kicking in again.

“No. Lucas. Dont do anything to my mother. Do it to me instead,” Rose told him, taking a step further. She hasn’t seen him in years, but she still wanted to try to get to him. It was as if it was in her nature. Just to reach out the ones in need. The ones that were lost.

“Lucas, lets just talk this out. Everything will be okay.” Her voice was sounding calm, even though her heart was racing. She didn’t want to lose her chance of getting Lucas to come home. She didn’t believe he would listen to her, but she had to try. She had to try and push harder than she ever has on anyone.

Lucas let out a shuttering breath.

“We can’t do that. It’s too late!”

Rose took another step forward.

“It’s never too late! We can fix all of this!”

Another step.

“You can’t fix this! Peace is never an option!”

“But we can TRY!”

Another step.

“It’s all pointless. Peace is fought for! Not handed to on a silver platter!”

Another step.

“We can still try! Peace IS fought for, but it doesn’t mean war! We can fight peacefully!”

After all the steps she took, she was only 10 feet in front of him, her hands still held up to show she meant no harm to him, but now her voice was a little hoarse from the arguing.

“Please, Lucas.”

Her voice was soft, but she knew he heard it. She looked him in the eye and she saw the little kid she loved, while also seeing the man that threw her into the clutches of the king. She wondered what was going on in Lucas’s head at this moment, but couldn’t since he eventually shook his head and put the dagger away. Rose let out a gasp of hope, thinking this meant he’ll come home.

“No. I’m not going with you. DONT follow me again, Rose.”

Lucas turned around and ran out the garden and into the woods.

As Rose watched him leave, she felt her heart drop. Deeper and deeper it went. She didn’t want to anger him. He already hurt her enough, but she wondered if he was hurting from it too? Did he regret what he did? She believes he does because he was shaking. He couldn’t look her in the eye. He saw her mother there and his kid habits starting kicking in. She stared and stared until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to face Apollo. He had a worried look on his face.

“Rose, can we talk?”

Roses vision suddenly became blurry, but she didn’t worry. Once she blinked, it all became clear again. Her tears fell down her cheeks but they wouldn’t stop. But she refused to let out a sound until they were in the room.

Once they were in the room, she sat down on the bed and her mother sat beside her. Her mother held Her as she cried on her shoulder. Apollo sat a few feet away from them, not wanting to interrupt Melody and her time with her daughter. Especially when her daughter needed her. However, after a few minutes of crying, Rose pulled herself together and whispered into her mothers ear. Apollo tried not to listen, but he only heard Melody whisper, “Are you sure?” Rose nodded as a an answer and Melody got up and went to where Apollo was.

She didn’t sit next to him, she only stood in front of him and leaned so she could whisper in his ear.

“Rose wants to talk to you alone. Like I said, prove to her how you love her and she’ll prove it back.”

Melody left with those words. Apollo got up and sat next to Rose. He didn’t know how to start off, so he reached for Roses hand and squeezed it in silent support. She looked at their hands that were together and she thought.

“Did I ever tell you how I met Lucas?” Rose looked up at him and Apollo looked a little confused.

“I don’t think you ever did.” Apollo was worried for her but would talk about anything she wanted to. If she wanted to talk about this first, then so be it.

“I was out in the town one day with my mom. We were going to buy some food for the next week and as I stood there, I heard some commotion in the alleyway. It was some fighting, but it was kids. I knew by the sound of the voices. I basically ran into the alleyway, not listening to my mother, and I saw a little boy, curled into a ball, being kicked by other boys. I don’t remember what they said to him, all I focused on was the little boy who needed help.”

Rose let out a little painful laugh.

“What happened next sounds like something I wouldn’t do, but it’s true. I went up to the bullies and punched them all in the face.”

Apollo knew this was serious time, but he let out a laugh. Rose smiled at him and laughed as well.

“Basically, I took the fight for him. I won, obviously, and they ran away. However, I didn’t focus on them long, I just kneeled beside the little boy and asked him if he was okay. His blonde hair was a mess, he had a cut on his cheek, and he had tears running down his face. He was so scared, but he looked a little happy to see me. To see someone actually stand up for him. He smiled at me and instantly hugged me in thanks. His voice was shaky when he thanked me, but still was sweet. I told him my name and he told me his. Ever since that day, I kept meeting him and we became best friends. Until...”.

Rose stopped talking after that and Apollo squeezed her hand.

“He is lucky to have you as a best friend, Rose.”

“You mean-.”

“No. He’s not a past friend. He is still a friend. By the way you want to reach him and the way he couldn’t harm you...I still believe that connection is there. You’re still a friend to him and like I promised you, we will get him back.”

Apollo’s tone sounded confident and Rose felt a bit better at his words. His confidence spreaded to her, but not for long. She smiled at him but then looked back down at the ground.

“But is he right? Is there no peaceful way to stop this mess? Do I have to...hurt people?”

Apollo knows this is a struggle for Rose. In every timeline, Rose has never wanted to harm anyone. She has always wanted to help, not hurt. And this timeline was no different. But it was going to be, if she made the choice of war. Based on his experiences, he believes war is the answer. It’s basically drilled into his head. All of the countless wars that have been started and the ones he has witnessed, it made him believe that maybe war is the true answer.

However, Rose changed him and made him seem better. She made him want to see humanity in a better light, made him want to live among them, and made him see that maybe peace is a true way to fight.

“Is it true that...I can’t fix this?” Rose looked up at him and he saw unshed tears form in her eyes. Her lovely, blue eyes he loved looking at were now glossy.

“Is he right that all I’m doing is pointless? Is he right that...I’m just a woman doing a job that’s too big for me?”

Once she finished talking, the tears started falling down her cheeks. She breathed in, but it was more like a sniffle. Apollo wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to him. It was a side hug, but he didn’t want to push her limits and pull her into his lap. No matter how much he wanted to...

However, he pushed that want off and rested his head on hers and listened as she vented.

“I just. I don’t want war because some of those people on the kings side only fight because of fear...they don’t want war...but they have to. And so they’re innocent people! And I can’t just hurt them, Apollo. But now there’s a little part inside of me that’s thinking maybe I have too.”

Rose continued to cry in Apollo’s shoulder and he listened. He didn’t want to speak until she got everything out of her. He knows what it’s like needing to vent. He’s lost Rose a lot and always needed to vent, and he’s lucky he had Aphrodite by his side. So now he would be there for her.

“Do you want my true opinion?”

Rose looked up at Apollo and she nodded.

“Please. It’s what I really need right now. Don’t hold back, alright?”

Apollo let out a sigh. He wanted to hold back and go with her side because he felt like it was right...but he mainly believed peace couldn’t be an option right now...

“I think war is the right option. However, I think we could go inside the palace, get everyone in the army who is only doing it out of fear, get them to join you, and then we’ll do war.”

“That sounds impossible, Apollo...”

“It does, but I know you can do it. You’re so smart, strong, and trusting. Anyone can take a look at you and see that you truly care, Rose. And heck, that’s just the beginning of the idea. Let’s sketch it out with everyone and we can get this together, Rose.”

Apollo kissed her on the top of her head.

“You’re not alone, Rose.”

Rose looked at Apollo for a few seconds. Her eyes were taking in everything about him, as if she was trying to memorize all about him. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, but he wanted to wait till the right moment. Not now when she’s crying and feels broken. However, Rose had other plans.

Rose leaned in to kiss him, but at the last moment leaned in for a hug.

“Thanks, Apollo. Let’s go tell my mom and we can go back home.”

Rose got up and ruffled his hair and left the room. Apollo was a bit in shock. He knew that Rose wouldn’t probably kiss him, but he was still in shock that she was going to. She was going to initiate it, but got a little scared. He let out a soft laugh at how she was too flustered. But he didn’t want to keep her waiting, so he got his bag and everything that they had and left to go find Melody and Rose.

Before they left, Rose went back to the king and gave him her offer.

“Your grace, I am only in the sketching phase right now, but I believe I have an idea.”

Rose gestured to Apollo.

“With the help of my friend, we came up with an idea. It was that we, and a few people from my group and maybe yours, will go to the castle and get the people who are working for him out of fear to join us, sir. I know that some of these people are innocent and don’t want war, and I need to get them out of the castle and on our side somehow before I start war. I refuse to hurt innocent people, your grace. And I was wondering if I could get some of your army to go with us. They can stay in the woods, if you don’t mind, and can give us some extra tents so the people who join us don’t stay at their homes and risk their families.”

Rose took in a deep breath, still not finished with her plan. The king had a happy look on his face, like he was proud of her for having this idea and this hope. And she didn’t even stutter! It made both Melody and Apollo even more proud of her (if that’s even possible).

“I wanted to do this before we leave because I might declare war when I get home. The king has many spies in his castle, and I know they will tell the king and he might declare war or kill us. So I wanted to be prepared for whatever may happen, your grace. And I will get more help from other kingdoms if need be. His army is huge and I do not want to risk everyone from your home, your grace. I just ask of these things from you, and I will forever be in your debt.”

The king rubbed his chin in thought, but it didn’t take long for him to reply.

“I’ll do it. I know you mean best, Rose, and I want best for the kingdom as well. I’ll give you some of my army and give you all the supplies you need. Talk with your group and please keep me in contact if you can. I will always be at your service.”

Rose let out a happy sigh and smiled at him.

“Thank you so much, your grace!”

Once they were done with this agreement and planning a few more things out, Rose and Melody and Apollo were back on the horses and on the way back home. There were 1/3 of the Grasha’s army follow them. Rose couldn’t help but sometimes just look back at everyone in awe. She never believed she would get this far. However, she had to put her awe away and stay on task.

It was time to save a kingdom.

#my writing #The Girl in The Blue Dress #hnnnng #Wanted to make this a little longer #but decided to make 2 more chapters for this life time >:)#well #2 more if it goes according to plan #but my plans for writing change a lot XD #bUT YH #Hope you liked this Meg >:)))#also #in the last chapter I forgot to mention the kingdoms name that they were at #I chose ‘Grasha Kingdom’ bc it was from a generator #sO YHNFNWBD

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godoftorture · 4 years

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After the terrifying experience in my father’s study me and Evenki headed to my personal chambers to plan our next steps. Luckily, I remembered to take the secret rout to my room so that none of the servants spotted Evenki.

Théoden: Closing my bedroom door I sighed in relief, “Don’t worry about being found here, my presence is potent enough to mask your signature.”

Evenki: "My question is more of what ill find down there.." I see an visible smirk form on her lips.

Theodin: "Under my bed..?" I ask, i still dont know what she meant by that to this day.

Evenki: "Ah... no.."

I sat on the edge of my bed and rested my head in my hands. We weren’t able to find anything. Not with the short amount of time we were in there. I let out a loud groan,

Théoden: “I hate to say it but there is only one way that I can think of that will get us information on how to get you home.”

Evenki: “How’s that?”

Théoden: “I going to have to summon The Fates. They’re the only ones who would be willing to tell me anything and are the only ones even remotely reliable enough not to tell my Father about it.” I let out another deep sigh,

Théoden: “There are few small issues with this, though. The Fates are fickle beings, they might not even answer my summons, or if they do, they may or may not ask for your soul in return.”

Evenki: "You say that in assumption that i even have a soul." she snickers softly.

I roll my eyes in response.

Théoden: “Then there’s the fact that your mortal and any being in the Underworld would smell your soul for miles away. And on top of that the biggest challenge we face is getting pass the Furies’. They reside in the Fields of Punishment, which is where we need to go and if they get one look at you, your dead. They won’t ask any questions, as soon as they recognize you as mortal; as my mother would say ‘Your ass is grass’.”

Evenki: "That's such a dad thing to say." she mumbles under his breath, "So how exactly do you plan to keep my.. scent or whatever from existing."

I walk over to my desk and pull out one of my spare necklaces.

Théoden: “Here, take this. It’s one of my death charms, it should have enough power in it to make you look like a lesser deity.”

Théoden: “It will be enough to let you walk around the realm without being recognized. I should also get you a change of clothes.”

Evenki: "Well if im changing you cant be in here."

After Evenki got changed, I beckoned him to follow me through the palace. Unfortunately, we don’t have time for a tour, and I rush us to the stables.

Théoden: “The way to The Fields of Punishment is too far for any mortal to walk. So, we will take some steeds.”

And by steeds, I mean 12 large, black, flaming horses that pull the chariots of my father, mother and myself. They are truly magnificent creature even by godly standards. I glance over to Evenki to get her reaction, and I’m not disappointed. Her mouth is agape and she seemed to be in awe.

Théoden: “All right, let’s get moving.” I say in what Evenki described as 'Terminator esque'.

The ride to the Fields of Punishment went by uneventful, thank the gods. We did get stopped by a few patrolmen and deities who wanted to offer me their best wishes. Thankfully, my necklace did what I intended it to do and Evenki was not recognized.

Théoden: “Alright, are you ready? We must make it to the upper section of Punishment. The Fates like it in there because of the humidity, they say it's good for their arthritis. Unfortunately for us its where some of the worst people to have lived reside.

Evenki: She bites her lip softly, "Thats rough buddy"

Théoden: “It’s also about and hours walk. I have to warn you now that what you might see could potentially mentally scar you forever and temperatures are hotter than the surface of Apollos ass.”

Evenki: "I dunno my uncle seems to have done that job quite nicely.

Théoden: “Don’t worry I’m sure my necklace will make it feel like a cool night’s breeze.”

Evenki: "Well lets just hope the girls don't get perkyyy" she says as she exaggerates the t's and stretches out the word perky.

Théoden: “Alright let us get going. We will have to take it slow because I’m not sure where the Furies like to patrol.”

To say I’m nervous is an understatement. In fact, I am terrified, the Fates already give me the chills, but the Furies are downright terrifying. While they have always been... pleasant if you can call it that to me, I have witnessed their wrath and it is not fun. If they get one good look at Evenki, they will kill him and drag me back to my father. And while the premised of getting a beating from my father is scary enough, the thought of Evenki’s pretty face being covered in blood and watching the life drain from her eye is something that causes a pain in my chest and unknown feelings to surface.

I try to navigate us through the tamer sections of the Fields of Punishment, but the cries and screams of agony are still load in my ears. While I am used to this, I’m sure Evenki isn’t doing to well.

Théoden: “Hey, how are you holding up?”

[ER]

Théoden: I motion for Evenki to move closer, “Here stay close to me, if you see something that’s to much just close your eyes and lean into me”. I tug her closer and grip her hand.

Not even 30 minutes go by before I hear the familiar cry of a Fury.

Théoden: “Quickly, behind that stone!”

I pull Evenki towards a large piece of molten rock and crouch behind it.

Théoden: “Stay quiet”, I whisper.

A few tense minutes go by. I can hear the flapping of wings and the shrieking cries of the Furies. After another few minutes of silence, I take a step out from behind the rock.

Théoden: “Okay, I think they’re gone”. At that moment I felt a crashing weight hit me with enough force to send me flying into the side of a mountain. Pain exploded from my back and legs.

The thing I dreaded most rings out over the moaning of tortured souls.

Furies: “MORTAL!!!”

That has me pulling my body out of the rubble quicker then I have never moved before. I get to Evenki just in time of block a blow heading straight for her head.

Fury: The Fury growls at me, “Mortals are not supposed to be here, why are you protect one?”

Théoden: “I have my reasons, let us go!” I manage to block another sword attack heading aimed at Evenki’s side.

No other words are spoken as I try and block each blow aimed to kill Evenki. After a few minutes I can feel my body slow down, more and more hits land on me. I’m starting to lose blood. I have to use my last resort, dodging the next swipe of the Furies swords I manage to get in close and grab a hold of the furies face. Forcing her to look me in the eyes I activate one of my powers I hate.

The Fury screams and screams and screams. Like nothing I’ve ever heard before. After another moment she collapse to the ground.

I can barely look at her.

Théoden: “Quickly, we don’t have much time before she wakes up”. I grab Evenki and lift her into my arms.

Théoden: “It will be quicker this way.” I start to sprint the last few miles to the Fates favorite resting spot.

Wordlessly I set Evenki down and start writing ancient Greek symbols into the ground, I use my own blood for added dramatics.

Théoden: “Hear my call O wise ones, for I have need of your wisdom. Please, head my summons and answer my call!”

Silence follows my chant. And not so long after that the ground begins to shake. Three old women stood before us.

The Fates: “Well look at what we have here. Two young boys on their knees for us.” They crown in unison.

Evenki decides right now is the perfect time to crack jokes,

Evenki: "Actually if i wanted to be on my knees for anybody it wouldn't be for you."

Boys? Plural? I look at Evenki, if I wasn’t so tired, I would be shocked but instead I turn back to the Fates.

Théoden: “Please Wises ones, I need to get this mortal back to the human realm, would you please tell me how I can send her… I mean him, back home.” I closed my eyes.

The Fates: “Hmm, yes we knew this time would come. They only way for you to get the human boy back to the mortal realm is to escort him through Olympus and send him down the cage of metal.”

The Fates: “As you are not old enough to command Chiron sending him back through the Underworld would be impossible.” As they spoke each passed back an eye from one sister to the next.

Théoden: “What is it that you require of me? What do you want in return for this information?” I asked, hoping they weren’t feeling frisky today.

With that question the earth began to tremble, and a load roar could be heard from miles away.

Théoden: “Shit, that’s my father!” I yelled in alarm.

The Furies must have informed him of the fight I had with one of them

Fates: The Fates cackled, “We require nothing dearie, all we want is to annoy your father”. The laughed again and with a snap of their fingers me and Evenki disappeared with a pop.

Evenki: "Jeeze, old bags of shit--" I hear Evenki mutter under his breath.

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the-shadow-of-atlantis · 5 years

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All The Stars (Part 3)

Summary: Nova goes to Hogwarts

Tagging: @tarasxmarkovs @thespacebuns @melyaliz @coffee-randomness @speedypan

Nova looked up at the scarlet train her mouth hanging open in awe. This was it, she was going to Hogwarts she jumped excitedly in place then turned to face her parents… her parents. It slowly dawned on her that she was going to be away from her parents until Christmas. No coming home and doing her homework as her father went through reports. No baking with her mother on the weekends to have bread for the week.

“Nova honey what’s wrong?” Her mother asked as she kneeled down to be at eye level with her.

Nova simply hugged her mother tightly enjoying the feeling of having her mother hugging her back.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Nova mumbled as she tucked her head into the crook of her neck.

“I’m gonna miss you too starlight. But you will have so much fun, and you can write to us everyday with your new owl.” Her mother said pulling away and they both glanced at the Golden barn owl who was perched on his cage looking at everyone passing by curiously.

“And you will come home for Christmas.” Her father said kneeling down also and Nova quickly hugged him. “And before you know it the school year will be done and you will be home for the summer.”

Nova nodded as she hugged her father tightly, then pulled away and fixed her skirt.

“Now go our you’ll miss your train.” Her father whispered as he kissed her forehead. “I love you stardust.”

“I love you too papa.” Nova blinked, she didn’t want to cry.

She grabbed her trolley and wheeled it towards the train. It took her awhile to find an apartment but she finally found one that was empty, at least for now. She placed Apollo on one of the seat cushions and managed to get her clothes and school supplies trunk put away but she underestimated the weight of her book trunk and was having a bit of trouble. She glanced around as she took her wand out of the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

“Wingardium leviosa.” She whispered pointing her wand at the trunk and smiled as it began to hover.

“You know you’re not allowed to do magic outside of Hogwarts.” A voice said behind Nova making her squeak and lose her concentration, the trunk came crashing down and burst open.

She turned around and saw a boy who was looking very worried at the trunk that had crashed and spilled the books out. His grey eyes looked at her apologetically but blinked a little startled.

“You’re eyes are two different colors.” He stayed a little dumbstruck.

“Yes and? Didn’t your parents teach you it’s rude to sneak up on people.” Nova huffed as she kneeled down and began picking up her books.

“Sorry.” The boy said helping her in getting her books. “I was just trying to avoid you getting in trouble.”

“Technically the rule isn’t you can’t do magic outside of Hogwarts it’s you can’t do magic in front of muggles.” Nova countered his question that interrupted her. “And I’m pretty sure you’re not a muggle.”

The boy smiled as he handed her a small pile of her books. “No I’m not a muggle but you still could have just asked for help.”

“I was doing perfectly well till you scared me.” Nova said as she closed her trunk and got up. “But now that you are here can you help me?”

The boy nodded and together they hauled the trunk up and set it in place.

“So what’s your name?” The boy asked.

“Nova.” She replied holding her hand out. “And yours?”

“Cedric.” He smiled shaking her hand. “Do you mind if I sit here too?”

Nova shrugged she figured she wasn’t going to get any privacy anyways. Cedric put his things away as Nova sat down giving Apollo a small scratch on his head through the cage.

“Is this your second year at Hogwarts?” Cedric asked as he sat down.

“No.” Nova responded as she grabbed her bag and pulled out a book, but her response made Cedric frown.

“Then how were you able to do that spell?” He asked. “This can’t possibly be your first year.”

“In a way it is.” Nova said as she looked up at Cedric. “My mother had me homeschooled my first year. This is my second year but my first year at Hogwarts.”

“Homeschooled?”

“Yes, I had a professor come to my house and teach me the subject I would normally learn in my first year.”

“Why were you homeschooled?” Cedric asked looking at her curiously.

“My mother wanted me to go to muggle school one last year.”

“You’re a muggle?”

“Part.”

“You mean half.”

“No I mean part. The only muggle in my family is my Grandfather Jacob, my mother is a squib.”

“Oh I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be, my mother is very happy with her life she’s a very well respected doctor.”

“A what?”

Nova paused trying to think of what would be the equivalent in the wizard world.

“Healer. A muggle healer.” Nova stated with a nod as she opened her bag.

“What about your father?” He asked.

“He’s an auror.” Nova said as she pulled out her Walkman. “Now I was hoping to listen to some music before we got to Hogwarts do you have anymore questions?”

“Just one, what’s that?” He asked pointing to the device in her hands.

“It’s a Walkman.”

“It doesn’t look like a person.” Cedric said and Nova giggled making him blink, it was a cute giggle.

“It’s not suppose to look like a person. It’s called a Walkman because you can listen to music wherever you go.” Nova explained as she unraveled her headphones. “The only downside is that I can’t play this at Hogwarts the magical interference won't let it work properly once we get there.”

Nova smiled at Cedric as she plugged the headphones in and pressed play. The door to their compartment opened and a couple of boys and a girl poked their heads in, they seemed to have been looking for Cedric because they began talking to him. Nova happily tuned them out as she listened to her music and looked through her book.

After sometime she felt a tap against her book, looking up she glanced at Cedric before taking off her headphones.

“Yes?” She asked.

“Do you want something from the trolley?” He asked glancing over at the door where an elderly woman stood with a cart full of treats.

“Oh yes.” Nova said as she dug through her bag. “Excuse me. I’ll have a chocolate frog, a cauldron cake, and two pumpkin pasties.”

Suddenly Apollo hooted and Nova sighed.

“Make that four pumpkin pasties.” The woman smiled as she gave Nova her things.

“You spoiled little thing.” Nova smiled as she gave Apollo a piece of the pumpkin pastie.

“He’s beautiful.” The girl said smiling at the bird who was happily pecking at his pastie.

“Say thank you Apollo.” Nova said and the owl hooted.

“So Cedric says you were homeschooled your first year.” One of the boys said looking at Nova curiously.

“Did he now?” Nova asked raising an eyebrow at Cedric who was looking at her apologetically again.

“I didn’t want to disturb your reading and they were asking questions about you.” Cedric shrugged making Nova sigh.

“Yes I was homeschooled. My mother wanted me to take one more year of muggle classes.”

“So you’re muggle.” The other boy asked.

“Only part.” Nova clarified. “What about you? Are you pure, half, or muggle?”

“Oh well um.”

“I’m Jaimie, muggle.” The girl smiled warmly. “Those two are Lou and Sam they’re pure blood and dont mind them they just love asking questions about muggles. Love your Walkman by the way wish I had thought to bring mine.”

Nova relaxed a bit at Jaimes words and smiled.

“Thank you. It was a birthday gift from my grandfather.”

“So if this is the first time you are coming to Hogwarts then does that mean you don't belong to a house yet?” Sam asked and this time everyone stared at her very curiously.

“Um no. I’m suppose to meet up with Professor McGonagall so I can go through my sorting.”

“Oh I wonder what house you’ll be in.” Lou said and smiled. “Hope you’re in hufflepuff.”

“Lou.” Jaime scolded.

“Please with all the reading she just did bet shes a Ravenclaw.” Sam said.

“Sam.” This time it was Cedric who did the scolding. “It doesn’t matter what house you’re in. We’d be glad to have you as a friend.”

Nova nodded smiling as she gave Apollo his other pumpkin pastie and he hooted happily.

The rest of the train ride Nova and Jaime talked about music. Nova found it a bit funny that Jaime liked the disco music but promised to give it a chance when they got back to the muggle world. Nova frowned when the Walkman began to act up.

“We’re getting close.” Nova stated as she started packing up her things.

“Oh we need to change come on.” Jaime said as she took Novas hand and helped her find a place to change.

“Who’s Hagrid?” Nova asked as she finished straightening out her skirt.

“Oh he’s not hard to miss. He’s our gatekeeper and you’ll hear him shouting as soon as we get off. Why?”

“Oh, cause he’s the one who’s supposed to take me to McGonagall.” Nova explained as they walked back to their compartment.

“You behave.” Nova said to her bird who gave her hoot as if slightly offended.

She said goodbye to everyone when she got off and headed towards where she could hear Hagrid shouting. Jaime was right about one thing he was definitely not hard to miss. Hagrid towered over the sea of students the first years standing near him a little frightened.

“Hello Mr. Hagrid?” Nova said as she stood in front of him.

“Huh? Oh hello there, are yer a first year?” He asked as he looked down to see her.

“No, I’m Nova, you’re supposed to take me to see McGonagall.” Nova explained.

“Oh! Right yer the special student. Alright stay with me you’ll be going with the first years on the boats.” He smiled as he talked and Nova nodded.

Hagrid was very friendly and Nova listened as he rambled on about the school and his job there.

“So you help take care of the magical creatures?” Nova asked as she got into the boat.

“Yup I keep an eye out for the ones that live in the forest too.”

“Wow. That must be fun.”

“Yer a fan of magical creatures.”

“They are very useful for many things, even the ones that people don't quite understand or think are annoying. They just need to be studied better and not harmed just because they don't look friendly.” Nova said.

Hagrid chuckled and patted her so hard she almost flew out of the boat.

“Yer alright little one.”

Nova fixed her robe as she got off the boat and quickly followed Hagrid. She looked around at the castle, the last time she had been here she had seen the castle during the day. Now seeing it in the dark with all its lights on it seemed a bit daunting. She stayed close to Hagrid as they entered and went up the steps where an elderly looking woman stood waiting.

“Professor McGonagall this is Nova.” Hagrid said as he gently pushed her forward.

“Ah, yes Miss Vinci. You will go first during the ceremony and every head boy and girl has been informed about you so that they can show you to your place properly.” Professor McGonagall explained.

Nova nodded. “Thank you ma’am.”

“Right, follow me children.” Professor McGonagall ordered and everyone began to follow her into the dinning hall.

Nova spotted Dumbledore sitting at the center where all the professors were. The small group of students paused and then Professor McGonagall brought out an old hat and small stool. When she placed the hat on the stool it began to sing.

If Nova has to be honest she tuned out most of what it said something about the different houses and what they mean. Her eyes wandered around the room looking at the floating candles and banners of all the houses, this was where she’ll be staying at for the school year. She slightly registered the hat stop singing and Dumbledore standing to give a speech that again she didn’t really quite hear.

“Now before we begin our normal sorting ceremony we do have a late student. One who would have joined us last year but do to circumstances is just now coming to Hogwarts.” Dumbledore's words cut Nova out of her trance and she heard murmurs from all the students.

“Irina Vinci, Nova.” McGonagall called from her spot next to the stool now holding the hat.

Nova smoothed her hands over her robe again trying to keep her heart from leaping out of her chest. She wasn’t sure how fast she was walking the next thing she knew she was already sitting on the stool with Professor McGonagall lowering the hat on her head.

“Well now let's see here.” She heard a voice in her head and even though her father had told her this part it still made her jump a bit.

“I see I see you are a very loyal girl hmm make a nice Hufflepuff but no, no not quite. Very intelligent possible Ravenclaw, mm no there’s more. Much more oh yes I see you like to prove yourself, prove your worth, ah yes. SLYTHERIN.”

The hat was taken off and the far right side was thundering with applause and whoops. Nova stood up smoothing down her skirt one last time and smiling at her table as she made her way over. But right before she sat down she caught a quick glimpse of Cedric from the Hufflepuff table with a bit of sad look. She wasn’t able to ponder on it too much because she was soon swarmed by her house mates.

#harry potter imagine #all the stars #sorry posted on wrong blog

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nyctolovian · 5 years

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Merry christmas, Sincere! So hi im ur secret santa hahahaha! I know it’s kind of weird to have a sickfic for christmas but I rly tried to write something christmassy and ummmm yeh as u can see it didnt work out hahaha! Hope u still enjoy it with its fluff!!

Summary: Trucy is running a fever while Mr Wright's at a trial so Apollo takes on the nursing duty. But health issues aren't the only issues Apollo will help with today.

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“Trucy has a fever?”

Upon hearing that, Apollo and Athena turned away from the client to look at their boss concernedly.

“Mm. ... Yes. … Oh... But I’m in the middle of a trial...” Mr Wright glanced at the clock. They only had five more minutes before the trial began again.

Eyes wide with worry, the client stared at him, wordlessly begging him not to leave. At that, Mr Wright flashed her a smile that assured her that he will be staying.

“I’ll ask someone to head over to fetch Trucy on my behalf,” Mr Wright spoke into his phone. “I’ll text you that person’s number. ... Yes. Thanks.” He pressed the “End Call” button before pulling his two protégés aside. “Well, you guys heard it. Trucy’s school called and she’s running a fever. And I can’t exactly leave halfway. Could one of you help me out?” he said with a sheepish grin. “I’d usually ask Edgeworth but he’s in Germany now...”

“I’ll go,” Apollo said, raising a hand. “Our client seems to need some help managing her fear, doesn’t she?”

“She does,” Athena affirmed. “It’s making her mess up a lot of her statements.”

“Then, it’s decided. I’ll go.”

Mr Wright wrote down something on a notepad and tore the page out. “This is the school’s address.” He handed Apollo the note and patted his shoulder. “Thanks for your help, Apollo. I’m counting on you to take care of her till the trial is over. I trust you’ll be fine though.”

The bailiff called the defense back to the courtroom and the defendant jolted in fear. Calmly, Mr Wright turned to her and comforted her. Athena held the defendant’s hand and squeezed it comfortingly.

Apollo glanced back as the three of them headed back into the courtroom before heading out. He took a look at the note Mr Wright had passed to him. The school wasn’t far from here. He quickly reached there by bus and got a visitor’s pass from the security guard before heading to the reception area.

“Hi, I’m here to pick up Trucy. Trucy Wright?” he told the receptionist.

“Ah, she is in the sickbay. I’ll wake her up,” the receptionist said.

Apollo pursed his lips. Was Trucy asleep? This fever seemed to be doing a number on the usually energetic magician. And he was right. As Trucy walked out of the sickbay, she looked incredibly exhausted, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“Oh! Polly?” Her hand flew to her mouth. “You’re here?”

“Uh, yeah. Your dad’s in the middle of the trial so I’m here instead,” Apollo explained. He glanced over her quickly before gently tugging at her bag. “I’ll carry that for you. You look terrible.” For a moment, Trucy stubbornly tightened her grip around the strap. But Apollo was just as stubborn and she was feeling tired after all so she let go and sat at one of the benches.

The receptionist took out a form and told Apollo to fill it up so Trucy could sign out. He nodded and quickly filled it up. When he gave it back to the receptionist, her eyes widened in surprise. “You’re her coworker?”

“Um... Yes?” Well, technically I’m her employee but that’d be harder to explain. Apollo thought, cringing internally.

The receptionist laughed good-naturedly. “You two look so alike. I almost thought you were her brother! So you are a magician as well?”

“No, I’m not her brother,” he said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “And I’m not a magician either. I’m a defense attorney. See?” He lifted his lapel.

“Polly, are you flashing your badge again?” Trucy asked from behind him.

“... No.”

The receptionist giggled as she filed the form away. “You two really get along well. Thank you for picking her up.” She craned her neck to look at the sick girl. “Rest well, Trucy!”

Seeing how tired Trucy was, Apollo got an Uber to take them back to the Wright Anything Agency.

As soon as they got in, Trucy started to nod off. However, when her head began to droop, she would suddenly straighten up again and the cycle would repeat.

“Just close your eyes,” Apollo said, leaning towards her. “You’re tired, right?”

“Ey, lass, y’ sick?” the Uber driver boomed, peered behind.

“Please look in front while driving,” Apollo reminded.

“Yep,” Trucy replied. “Fever.”

The driver nodded and turned his body slightly to look at her. “Thought so. Take forty winks, lil’ lady.” (“Oh god! Please look where you’re driving! Car! Car!”) Yer brother there can wake y’ up when we reach.”

“He’s not my brother,” Trucy said with a slight pout. “He’s just Polly.”

“Ey! Sorry ‘bout that! Y’ two got the same face!” the driver guffawed so loudly the car seemed to be shaking. Apollo clung to the roof handle for his dear life.

“Why do so many people say that?” Trucy mused aloud. “My friends in school say that too. Remember that time when I forgot my umbrella, Polly?”

Gulping, Apollo nodded. He won’t be remembering that any longer if the driver kept turning around to talk to them. “Alright, nice. Can you please nap now? No talking while napping,” Apollo said, patting her head. At least then Trucy won’t goad the driver into talking again.

“Good night,” Trucy muttered absently as she curled up in her bed.

“Good night,” Apollo replied even though he knew that was a weird thing to say at 10am. As he sat at the living room, he texted Mr Wright.

You: Trucy’s home now. She’s running a fever of 38.5 degrees. [10:34 AM]

Tentatively, he peered into Trucy’s room. Apollo felt pretty useless as he watched her tossing and turning uncomfortably. Never had he been needed to take care of someone else with a fever. And usually when he was sick, he’d just sleep it off.

Surely, he shouldn’t just be telling Trucy to sleep and leaving it at that. He frowned in thought for a while and paced around. Then, he picked up his phone again.

You: im taking care of trucy cos shes got a fever. 38.5 but wth do ppl usually do for fevers??? [10:39 AM]

The reply was almost instantaneous.

spaceman: Oof [10:39 AM]

spaceman: Give her water [10:40 AM]

spaceman: And paracetamol or watever [10:40 AM]

spaceman: Put a wet towel on her forehead [10:40 AM]

You: im not sure where mr wright keeps his medication stuff though. i asked trucy and she doesnt know either [10:40 AM]

You: shld i ask mr wright??? [10:40 AM]

spaceman: Yeah. Do that. [10:41 AM]

You: not sure when he can reply. hes at a trial now [10:41 AM]

spaceman: Ohhhhhhh [10:41 AM]

spaceman: No wonder ure the one taking care of her [10:41 AM]

spaceman: Good luck bro!! Dont die!!! [10:41 AM]

You: ok tks i wont [10:41 AM]

spaceman: Btw for the towel, get a basin so u dun need to run abt [10:41 AM]

You: k [10:42 AM]

After sending a message asking Mr Wright where he kept his medications, Apollo placed a cup and a jar of water on Trucy’s bedside table. With a bit of nudging, she finally sat upright to down an entire glass of water before sinking back into her bed with a flop. Then, he followed what Clay said and got a basin of water and a towel. Apollo soaked the towel and wrung it before placing it on Trucy’s forehead.

Apollo noticed the minute relaxation of her facial muscles so he supposed he was doing this right at least. Thank god for Clay. What would he ever do without him?

Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Apollo picked it up again.

spaceman: AND SOUP OR PORRIDGE [10:53 AM]

spaceman: FOR LUNCH [10:53 AM]

spaceman: Im kinda assuming mr wright wont be back before lunch cos ure usually MIA for almost an entire day when uve got a trial [10:54 AM]

You: good idea [10:54 AM]

spaceman: Careful not to drop the entire bottle of pepper in the pot again. Itll kill the poor girl. Her dads a lawyer, apollo. Dont risk it ;-;[10:54 AM]

You: THAT WAS ONE TIME [10:55 AM]

spaceman: Tell that to my poor tongue :( [10:55 AM]

You: I GET IT STOP [10:55 AM]

spaceman: RIP Clay Terran’s tongue. 2004-2024 Death by pepper poisoning. [10:55 AM]

You: ITS TIME TO S T O P [10:55 AM]

spaceman: Dont. Stop me nOOOOWWW [10:55 AM]

You: why r u quoting queen in 2027 [10:56 AM]

spaceman: Why r YOU quoting filthy frank in 2027 [10:56 AM]

You: why r we even friends [10:56 AM]

spaceman: What do u mean?? This is precisely why we r friends [10:56 AM]

spaceman: IVE BEEN CAUGHT MY PHONE NOOOOOOOO [10:56 AM]

You: wow. a murder right before my eyes. ngl i feel nothing for ur death. [10:57 AM]

spaceman: Aura speaking, apollo, stop texting clay while hes at work. [10:57 AM]

You: Noted. Sorry. [10:57 AM]

“Trucy, please get back in bed,” Apollo said. “You’re still sick.”

“My fever’s gone, isn’t it?” Trucy said, puffing her cheek, as she continued to carry things out of the fridge to be defrosted.

“Well, yeah,” Apollo said. “But you’re not completely well yet. The sick should stay in bed to rest.”

“Do you even follow your own advice?” Trucy said, arms akimbo.

“Yes?” Apollo tried, rubbing his bracelet.

The piercing look Trucy gave him made him shrink back. Lying was futile. She could perceive lies too after all. Was this what it felt like at the other end of courtroom scrutiny?

“Okay, fine. I don’t,” he admitted. “But you’re a kid! A growing kid! I’ll do the cooking, alright?”

“The guest shouldn’t be doing the cooking.”

“I’m not guest, Trucy! I’m supposed to take care of you!”

“Look, Dad’s coming back for lunch. I can’t leave him hungry,” she said.

Apollo drooped with a sigh. “I’m sure what he means is that he’s coming back to settle lunch for you. Look, I could even ask him right now!

“I highly doubt he can cook,” Trucy stated, pouting.

“Mr Wright’s an adult. I’m sure he can settle his own meals. But if you really think that, I can just do the cooking. Your germs are going to get in the food anyway.”

“I can wear a mask,” Trucy rebutted.

Apollo waved his arms wildly before dropping them in exhaustion. “Rest. Please? Trucy?”

Trucy frowned at her feet. “It’s just a meal. I can do a meal.”

“Exactly! So can your dad. It’s just a meal. He can handle that by himself,” he said.

“I’m cooking,” Trucy insisted, stomping her foot.

“Why are you so stubborn about this?” Apollo sighed. Then, he noticed her fists shaking with emotion. “Trucy…” He watched her closely. “Is this really just about cooking?”

Her sharp blue eyes shot up to glare at Apollo. “Polly! You’re perceiving me?!”

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Apollo muttered, “Sorry. Habit. But answer me truthfully, Trucy.” He looked at her again, his brown orbs warm and gentle now. “This isn’t just about cooking lunch, is this?”

“I’m supposed to be the one who cooks lunch every day,” Trucy replied.

“So you see it as a- um… a duty?”

A silent nod.

“So skipping out makes you feel bad?” Apollo asked as he pulled a chair out and sat on it. “Like you’re not doing your part?”

Another nod. This time, she tentatively added, “It’s like a contract.”

He hummed in understanding. Then, he dragged another chair out and patted the seat.

Gingerly, Trucy sat down beside him. Her hands gripped the sides of the chair, tense.

“I kind of get it,” Apollo began. “I mean, being a foster kid, most of my relationships with my guardians feel like contracts too. ‘If you don’t do this and that, you won’t get, um, whatever.’ So I kind of get it. That kind of spread to my other relationships to be honest. So I always get this guilt when I’m not — I don’t know — performing?”

Trucy huffed in amusement.

“Have I ever told you about my best friend?”

“Clay?”

“Yeah, him. I used to always set rules for myself on what I should do for and with Clay,” Apollo continued. “I’d, um, not go for things, like parties or school projects, if he wasn’t going with me because I felt bad enjoying myself without him and stuff like that. When he found out, he got so mad at me and said it was dumb.”

Trucy snickered. “That is dumb.”

“Yeah, because, you know, he really hated that I wasn’t doing things for myself because I had set my own rules for our friendship. Well, the point I’m making is this,” Apollo said. “People who care about you wouldn’t want your relationship with them to restrict or hurt you, you know? People who really care would want the best for you, I think.” He looked up at Trucy. “And I think your father cares about you. A lot.”

Trucy was silent. She wasn’t meeting his eyes.

“I-I hope the things I said made sense,” Apollo stuttered. “I was just saying what I thought. I’m really not that good with words- URNGH!”

Trucy had slammed her face into his chest. Stiffly, Apollo’s arms hovered at his shoulder level as the teenager tightened her embrace. A fond smile spread across his face. Slowly, he lowered his arms over her shoulders and pat between her shoulder blades.

“Thanks, Polly,” Trucy said as she pulled back. She shot him a cheeky grin. “You make a pretty decent older brother.”

Apollo rolled his eyes. “Quit teasing me. Now, go sleep. I have a meal to make.”

#ace attorney #ace attorney secret santa #apollo justice #trucy wright #clay terran #sickfic #shenanigans #light angst #fluff #mostly fluff #hurt/comfort #humour #siblings #my writing

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wynndygoon · 5 years

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The Biology of My Bisharp characters

So, a few of you may be wondering just why i call Joan and Apollo Bisharps when they barely resemble a traditional bisharp design. To that i say, i made them unique and my own so that they are more recognizable, but lets take a look into the biology of a bisharp.

First off, why do my bisharps not have the sharp blades around their chest and stomach? Why don't they have the armor that is shown? Etc.

Lets imagine Joan as a newborn Pawniard to answer these questions. In my world, pokemon live in their own world, no humans or trainers. So, in order to make this world "my" world, I change the rules up a bit. Why, in this world, would it make sense for a Pawniard to have been born with full metal armor?

"What if it is fused onto the skin/ what if it is sort of an exoskeleton?" I hear you asking.

Fair enough, but that isnt how it is in my world. I would imagine that a pawniard, when newly born does not have any armor whatsoever, it does however, have all the blades, but more on that later.

In my world, a pawniard does no get any "armor" until they evolve/grow into a Bisharp. Once a Bisharp, they are tasked to go out and forge their own body armor to suit them and their internal blades the best.

So, in my world, bisharps are not born with their armor and it is not fused to them, it is just that, armor. They can take it off whenever they need to and put it on as they please, but most dont because of the inconvenience/hassle it is.

Now, the fun part. Joan and Apollo, along with every other bisharp, has blades on their bodies. We have seen Joan's wrist blades before and the blade on her helmet. The one on her helmet however is attached to the helmet and is not biological, same for every other bisharp.

You may be wondering then, "where are these other blades at?" And to that, ill say that they are inside their body.

See, bisharps are a steel type not because their akin is tough as steel, but it is both because of their armor and their skeleton.

A bisharps. skeleton is ounce for ounce, pound for pound 100× stronger than steel. Meaning they are very durable, strong, and dense as well. And with this steel skeleton, comes the dedining features of bisharps, modified osseous tissue.

In other words, their bones are not as hard as steel, their bones ARE steel. And when they are born, like anything else that is genetic, they will form blades in the abdomen and chest regions. From here on out, i will refer to this area as the trunk.

So, in the trunk of a bisharps body, this includes all of the bones in the shoulder, the chest, the spinal column, and the top of the pelvis. The blades can stem from any of the bones in that region.

Lets go back to Joan. Joan, and most other bisharps dont have blades around their stomach like bisharps do in the games. Every single bisharp can have different areas, shapes, sizes, and numbers of blades in their trunk.

Joan has 3 blades. 2 of which are her bottom, of floating ribs that are modified to swing up instead of around and the third is the entirety of her sternum.

The best way to imagine how and where her blades are when extended is this: the two floating ribs will extend out and over her breast on each side and the sternum blade comes right down the middle, between her breasts and curve outwards at the top, esssntially giving her an upside down hook.

And the blades dont have to be on the front of their bodies either. Apollo's blades are on his back, originating from his shoulder blades. When fully extended, they will extend out and down, come under his armpits and stick out like tusks or spears out in front of him.

Now that the intricacies of bisharp blades have been explained, how do they work?

Imagine the blades sort of like cat claws, they can be retracted at will by moving muscles and tendons near the blades.

"Okay, but if they are inside the body, how do they get outside the body?"

Well, they are blades, so...they cut their way out. But Bisharp bodies are designed for this, even though the skin will be sliced in order for the blades to extend, there are no muscles or nerves in the way of the blades to cause any damage or even for them to feel pain when they slice the skin.

Not only that, but the blades will excrete a liquid that speeds up and pretty much sutures the skin back to normal almost instantly whenever they get pulled back into the body. So a Bisharp can sit there and constantly extend and retracte their blades and not feel anything have scars or open wounds.

I will draw Joan in a traditional Bisharp armor that she designed with her blades extended sometime in the future.

Im Noma, and thanks for coming to my TEDtalk

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wardencommanderrodimiss · 6 years

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Talking about road trip fic led me to the concept of Athena: Actual Cryptid Hunter and then I took that a step further into veritable crack fic concept of “Athena with a youtube channel dedicated to cryptids and ghosts and her attempts to capture an actual ghost on camera by shouting ‘FIGHT ME, GHOSTS, I’M READY’ in allegedly haunted locations’”

A video, newly posted on the 14 of January, 2028, to a three-year-old youtube channel that has amassed a decent following despite its amateurish production value:

UPDATE: NOT GHOSTS

A young woman with long red hair sits in front of the camera, wearing a yellow “Suns Out Guns Out” tank top. What of the room is visible behind her shows an unmade bed and some colorful posters, the subjects of which are difficult to make out.

“Hey everybody! Happy New Year! I know, I know, it’s been nearly a year since I last posted anything, but a lot’s happened! I had to buckle down and study for the bar - I passed! Go me! - and then I came back home to Los Angeles - I’ll have to drop all of my open European investigations, but I swear, Nessie, I’ll find you someday! And I’ve been busy with, you know, working as a defense attorney! It’s… it’s been a ride, there’s been a lot of good and bad, but it’s mostly calmed down now, and I’m ready to resume.

“So the biggest thing that’s - well, not the biggest thing at all, not even close - but the biggest thing that’s relevant for you all is that I’ve met a bona-fide spirit medium! So I talked to her about this and everything and she says that ghosts can’t just hang around without being summoned by a spirit medium, and then are confined to the body of the summoner. I’m pretty inclined to believe her - she’s an expert and I’ve seen her do some weird stuff, no spirit-summonings yet, but my boss has seen her do that and he trusts her and I trust her. So I might’ve been wasting some of our time every time I went chasing ghosts these past years, but there’s still a lot more than ghosts out there!

“First up: with all the intensive studying I did, I never had time to make it out to the Himalayas to search for yeti like a lot of you suggested I should do, but you know what we’ll be doing now?” The young woman pauses for dramatic effect. “Bigfoot! We’re going Bigfoot hunting!” She claps her hands together. “I’ve gotten my license and a car since I’ve gotten back, since Amercia’s not as big on public transit” - she makes a face - “and if I ever want to get out of the city I need a car, and none of my friends drive.”

She frowns again at the camera. “If any of said friends found this channel somehow, I don’t love you any less but, uh, seriously, Boss please learn to drive. Your daughter is gonna get her license before you do.

“Anyway what was I saying? Right! Bigfoot!

“You know, there was actually a sighting last month right here in Los Angeles county, so I’ll be looking locally and then I’ve got some time off so I’ll be driving north towards the prime Bigfoot real estate. It’s gonna be some long hours of driving in between stops I’ve checked off, but we’re gonna maximize our chances of finding Bigfoot by driving through the area. Like maybe he comes south for winter! We don’t fully understand his habits and with limited evidence I might be doing a little bit of guesswork. And two: since I’ve come home, I’ve… reunited with an old friend, and we haven’t really had a chance to catch up and all, yet, so I was gonna invite him along. Wish me luck, and I’ll get back to everyone with my game plan. Probably post a map on tumblr and link it in the next update.”

She grins and flashes a peace sign before the video ends.

“Repeat what you just said, but slower.”

Athena rolls her eyes. “Do you” - she jabs a finger into Simon’s shoulder - “want to come with me” - she points at herself - “to go Bigfoot hunting?”

“The final portion is where I find myself having difficulty understanding.”

“Bigfoot!” Athena throws her hands in the air as though attempting to pantomime the size of the creature. “Sasquatch! The cousin of the yeti and abominable snowman! You have to know what Bigfoot is! Everyone knows Bigfoot!”

Simon closes his eyes. “I know,” he replies, “what Bigfoot is.”

“So then what’s the problem?” Athena puts her hands on her hips and tries to pretend that she doesn’t know that Apollo, halfway down the stairs ahead of them, isn’t trying and failing to stifle his laughter.

“It is not real.”

“You don’t know that!”

“There is a nigh-impossible chance that it is real.”

“Those are the same chances as a lot of cases that Mr. Wright takes on, so I think it could happen!”

“Athena’s a huge believer in this kind of stuff,” Apollo says, having stopped and waited for them on the sidewalk in front of the courthouse. “Bigfoot, Mothman, all that nonsense.”

“Do you not remember the lesson of the Nine-Tales Vale case?” Simon asks.

“Well we know now that Tenma Taro specifically isn’t real, but the Nine-Tailed Fox still could be, and all those other yokai, like sure what Jinxie saw wasn’t real monsters but there still could be real monsters lurking around! You don’t know! Bigfoot’s real and there was an article that one was sighted around where Junie lives last month, and I’m gonna find him!”

Apollo raises his eyebrows and looks at Simon. Simon looks at Athena. “This is her hobby,” Apollo says. “This, and running, which I think are both proof that she’s a madwoman.”

“I’m gonna get Bigfoot pictures and tape them to your forehead,” Athena says. She turns to Simon. “So, want to come?”

She waits until Apollo has gone to get his bike and is out of earshot before she adds, “And when he says it’s a ‘hobby’ he doesn’t know about my youtube channel.”

Simon sighs and even in that sigh Athena can hear a conflicted mixture of exasperation and resignation. “Your what.”

A thread of comments on a tumblr post, beneath an embedded youtube video titled “BIGFOOT SEARCH: THE BEGINNINGS”:

> everyone please watch this video i dont care if you dont care about bigfoot or cryptids just watch this video

> I’ve been following this girl since basically she started and this is the funniest thing she’s ever posted

if you want background she’s this kid from Europe who started at 15 just doing these stupid videos camping out overnight in haunted places and making compilations of herself shrieking at every sound or sometimes you can’t even hear anything and she’s still screaming

and from there she started doing like cryptid hunting, she spent like two weeks at Loch Ness complaining about the crowds and then started researching more obscure cryptids and haunted locations and all

anyway she’s been on hiatus the past year. said she was taking the bar exam so either she’s a supergenius or lying but anyway this is the second video she’s made since she came back saying she’s gonna take a road trip thru Bigfoot territory and please watch this video

> she’s actually not European, she’s from LA and is back in Cali now and that’s why they’re going after Bigfoot

> god the way he says “it’s for fighting off the bears” I’m screaming

> did she dig up an actual fucking ninja in this year of our lord 2k28 like what is with this dude

> what are they gonna do if they get pulled over for speeding or smth and the cops find an actual fuckin katana in the car

> I mean she said she’s a lawyer so presumably she will lawyer herself out fo it

> how has no one mentioned the hawk in the backseat yet

> holy shit I didn’t even see that

> it’s not a real katana guys, it’s called acting

> you obviously have not watched her old videos because she’s a fucking godawful actor like look at her face when he says the katana is real she couldn’t act that

> they’re gonna get pulled over and have an actual fucking hawk and an actual fucking katana in the car

> if this video series doesn’t end in them actually fighting a bear I’ll be so disappointed

#i intend to write at least a second part of this that's an actual transcript of the video i mention at the end #ace attorney bullshit tag #this is one of the silliest things i've ever written which i say a lot so i guess silly is one of my main brands

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