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roobylavender · 2 years

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What are your favourite marchetta quotes, also thank you for introducing me to her, those books are so close to my heart now!

oh gosh i have a lot i highlight so much in her books lmao! i'll try to select my absolute favorites from each:

the lumatere chronicles

[froi] just watched the way finnikin's hands rested on evanjalin's neck and he rubbed his thumb along her jaw and the way his tongue seemed to disappear inside her mouth as if he needed a part of her to breathe himself. and froi wondered what evanjalin was saying against finnikin's lips when they stopped because whatever the words were it made them start all over again and this time their hunger for each other was so frightening to watch that it made froi look away.

the gods whispered to you once, finnikin. and you listened. but they are proud and refuse to speak to those who do not believe that there is something out there mightier than the minds and intellect of mortals.

and there it was, he thought, as he looked at the women in beatriss's kitchen. the memory of a look that spoke to him of power. his. a look that made him want to kneel at the feet of his queen and worship her. because it made him feel like a king.

i fear that i will do something to bring harm to those i love, so i follow their rules to ensure that i won't. but what if you bring harm or fail to protect those you don't know? or don't love? will you care as much? probably not. then choose another bond. one written by yourself. because it is what you do for strangers that counts in the end.

if your people mean no offense, they should not speak their thoughts out loud in front of their children, tesadora. because it will be their children who come to slaughter us one day, all because of the careless words passed down by their elders who meant no harm.

you'll have to forgive my people. they are still grieving their leader. their leader is living. he's standing in front of me, and the only person on this mountain who is not acknowledging him these days is the leader himself. i'll never be as good as him. they know that. we all know that. speak the truth, lucian. what truth? you don't want him here because of the mistakes you think you're making. you want him here because you loved him and he's gone and you can't say those words out loud.

because you may not have seen it, my darling boy, but i hated with a fierceness i can't describe. and do you want to hear something that was breaking my heart, day after day? i forgot the faces of my granddaughters in all that hatred. hatred smothers all beauty.

are you a slave? in serker, only slaves are etched. with the names of the men that own them. i'm a serker, lirah. my body is etched with the names of the three women who own me. my queen. my mother. my woman.

froi saw the foolishness of dreamers, and he decided he'd like to die so foolish. with a dream in his heart about the possibilities, rather than a chain of hopelessness. finnikin had once said it was the only way to live. that he wanted to drown in hope rather than wallow in despair.

saving francesca

take away your job and take away your kids and who are you, robert? your husband. then take away me and who are you? take away you, the kids, and my job? is this a trick question? i'm dead, right?

sometimes when i get home, i convince myself that i'm just romanticizing anyone who's actually spoken to me, but then i see him the next day and my heart starts beating fast and i can't really kid myself. it's not as if he's good-looking, because he's not. sometimes he's so plain that he looks bland. but it's his voice and his mannerisms that fill him with some kind of color. i listen to his voice and its resonance hooks me in. the worry lines on his forehead, his expression when he twists his face into a smile, and the way his whole face lights up when he laughs those short bursts of laughter.

when i was seventeen, i just stopped speaking to my father for two years. i thought he was a peasant, some kind of idiot. i was embarrassed by how simple he was. i was such a bitch. but all i can remember now is his face - his beautiful patient face, waiting for his daughter to start speaking to him again. he never questioned what was going on and he never pushed, and i saw that as a weakness. but he was just waiting.

me's easy. me got on a train and ended up in woy woy. you's difficult. you're planning on puking your way through europe at a time that i thought you were... kind of interested in me. kind of interested in you. i'm kind of interested in calculus and ancient roman warfare. you don't use words like kind of interested to describe how i feel about you.

because breaking up with her was so easy and breaking up with you would be like, i don't even want to think about it. we haven't even started going out together and you're thinking of breaking up. but that's it. when i think of you, i think of future stuff. i think of this is it and i'm not supposed to think this is it at my age. i don't look at you and think nice. i look at you and think, oh my god, i want to hold her and never let her go. i think, sex— right here, right now—

the piper's son

because i miss it like you'd never believe, and then i go away from this place and i miss here too. i'm scared that i'm going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where i am.

you looked so serious and grown-up, so meticulous with your drawing and the way you'd explain the process and i'd look at your hands and think, shit, they can do anything. like frankie's will. don't you love the fact that he builds bridges? i mean, who can say that, really?

am i hard work? yes. you could have hesitated in answering that. why? i've never lied to you before. you do that all the time, you know. you ask me questions when you know the answer will piss you off. ask me a question where the answer could be yes? ask me if you're worth the hard work? ask me if in the last seven years of my life i've woken up in a cold swear knowing i lost the most important person in my life apart from this kid i'm holding? ask me if getting you pregnant has felt like the best thing that's happened to me since my son was born? [...] see this. it's all there, georgie. everything i want in the world is all there. am i worth the hard w—? yes. yes.

and i remember thinking that exact moment, i want to change the world with her. and i remember feeling that again in georgie's attic. that's a pretty powerful gift you have there, ms. finke. to make the laziest guy around want to change the world with you.

don't let anyone take care of you. can you maybe leave that for me to do? i mean, take care of you? feel free to take care of me in return... because i think i'll need you to do that.

the place on dalhousie

he clings to her and being this needed feels better than sex. it's when rosie knows she has to leave this place. because she could easily love this guy. it's what rosie does best. she loves broken people who damage her in return.

and she found herself watching it over and over again, just to get to the part where carrie bradshaw compares the loss of the unreliable big, who stands her up at the altar, with the death of a loved one. not even close, carrie. because men who stand you up at the altar get to walk back into your life holding a pair of manolo blahnik shoes. dead ones stay dead.

because rosie is powerless. every day. all day. no money. no job. no means of identifying herself. no way of climbing out of a rut. all she has is the house her father built, and now martha's got real estate agents walking in and out, telling them lies. and it always ends with that unfathomable despair that has chased rosie for years. that she will never see her mother and father again. toto's birth was a godsend and a curse. it brought back the memory of everything she lost.

we don't even have a photo of us dating to show toto one day. everyone else does. just a little glimpse of us together so we can say, "this is who we were before you came along." is that important? my favorite photos of my mum and dad are those from before i was born. because they were so into each other and i can see this love in her eyes that says, i trust this guy to fucking bits.

can you tell whoever you're sleeping with that it's over? why? you're sort of like an id thing. twenty points for usefulness, twenty points for being good in bed, twenty points for being decent, and you get triple bonus points because toto's your top-one-hundred priority. can you shave off points from usefulness and decency and give me extra for being good in bed? it would have to come out of your toto triple-bonus points. thanks, but no thanks. i think i'll hang on to those bonus points.

where did you meet? in a flood. you? here. we played each other's team on the first game of the season and during a toss up, our eyes sort of met. that's pretty romantic. yeah, so's meeting the mother of your child during a catastrophic event.

jellicoe road

my father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die. i counted. it happened on the jellicoe road. the prettiest road i’d ever seen, where trees made breezy canopies like a tunnel to shangri-la. we were going to the ocean, hundreds of miles away, because i wanted to see the ocean and my father said that it was about time the four of us made that journey. i remember asking, “what’s the difference between a trip and a journey?” and my father said, “narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand,” and that was the last thing he ever said.

i look around at everyone and i can’t help thinking how normal we look and i don’t think i’ve ever felt normal. i watch raffy as she removes the pickles from her hamburger and hands them over to santangelo without them exchanging a word and i realize again there is more to that relationship than spelling bees and being enemies. these people have history and i crave history. i crave someone knowing me so well that they can tell what i’m thinking.

i remember love. it’s what i have to keep on reminding myself. it’s funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. maybe that’s why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. it’s not the pain they’re getting over, it’s the love.

what are you thinking? that you deserve romance. let me see. a guy tells me that he would have thrown himself in front of a train if it wasn’t for me and then drives seven hours straight, without whingeing once, on a wild-goose chase in search of my mother with absolutely no clue where to start. he is, in all probability, going to get court-martialled because of me, has put up with my moodiness all day long, and knows exactly what to order me for breakfast. it doesn’t get any more romantic than that, jonah.

what do you want me to say? that if he asked me to marry him, i’d say yes? okay. yes. but grief makes a monster out of us sometimes, taylor, and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can’t forgive yourself for. i’d forgive myself. to be with jonah i’d do anything.

looking for alibrandi

sometimes i’m with my friends and i feel as if i don’t fit in because of you. because you opened me up to this whole new world out there. i don’t want to become a mechanic and work all day long and then at night go to the pub and marry someone just like me and have two children and whine about housing payments and gas prices and the economy. i wanted that last year. no, that’s not true. i thought that’s what life was all about last year. but this year i realized, because of you, that there’s more to life. i still want to be a mechanic, but i want to step outside my circle and look at the other options. i don’t want to do what other people think i’ll end up doing. i don’t want to be stereotyped because of the school i attend or the district i live in. i want all the things in life that john barton gave up because he was scared to step out of his circle. but i have to do that on my own.

you’re going to go on living. because living is the challenge, josie. not dying. dying is so easy. sometimes it only takes ten seconds to die. but living? that can take you eighty years and you do something in that time, whether it’s giving birth to a baby or being a housewife or a barrister or a soldier. you’ve accomplished something. to throw that away at such a young age, to have no hope, is the biggest tragedy.

why don’t people do things they want to do? i’d never let anyone or anything stop me. how the hell do you know that, josie? you haven’t begun to live life. come back to me when you’re forty and tell me that you’ve done everything you’ve wanted to do. when i was seventeen i wanted to be a pilot, but we moved to adelaide and the move depressed me and i forgot everything i had wanted in my life. people change. circumstances change them.

tell the truth shame the devil

i get all the criticism about religion, you know, mr. ortley. but the thing is, you can’t take it away from people and not leave something else of substance. that’s what your generation will remembered for. taking so much away and replacing it with so little of worth.

he hid me between the fissures big enough to fit me. it was to protect me. not leave me behind. my dad wouldn’t have left me behind. it’s what i write in my letters every time i remember something. but the police here never believe me. and bish thought it strange that seventeen-year-old girls who had sex with idiot boys could still cry like babies for their fathers.

all those years ago, a man had tried to protect his child on this rock. etienne lebrac hadn’t come here to die; he’d come to be reminded of beauty in an ugly year. if bish was still a religious man, he would have sworn that the dead were with them in this ancient place. the beautiful dead. and he felt that the three in his arms sensed it too.

and there it was. that slight lisp. that awful accent. that funny face that made him ache. charlie wasn’t just a cheat. he was a liar as well. because violette zidane wasn’t just the girl he was shagging, like he told the cop. she sort of owned his heart a little. kind of a lot.

#melina marchetta #the lumatere chronicles #saving francesca #the piper's son #the place on dalhousie #jellicoe road #looking for alibrandi #tell the truth shame the devil #the lumatere section of this was. so hardjlkgjflhgf. i have those books highlighted everywhere #i generally have all of these books highlighted everywhere her catalogue is quite literally my literary bible #also i am so glad to have introduced you i hope you enjoy her to your heart's content she's so so good truly #outbox

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alexwritingspot · 6 months

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hii!! I was wondering if you could write percy jackson x reader with prompt 3 or 7? I know that you wrote an enemies to lovers recently but those are the vibes that these two prompts give me. maybe it can be something else! feel free to do whatever you're comfortable with!! love you, thank u!!

Hidden feelings…

An unexpected convocation from the gods leads to a messy confession behind the closed doors of a elevator…

Prompts 3 and 7: “Wait- are you jealous?” “You wanna kiss me so bad~”

pairing: Percy Jackson x reader

word count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

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A/n: Hi darling! I deeply apologise for making you wait so long! 😓 In the start I had promised myself I would have written your story pretty early, but then I didn’t have a scenario in mind! So I’m really sorry if you waited like- two months, before getting your request done, hope you won’t unsubscribe because of this 🧡😭 anyway, enjoy your reading!

P.S. I tried making this a bit longer as an apology

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You couldn’t believe it. You were walking to the Empire State building with Percy Jackson, the famous son of Poseidon, the hero of the Olympus and also your enemy. You didn’t really hate each other, you simply couldn’t stand him because he always took the spotlight on himself, leaving the others with no time to shine. Even if he claimed that he didn’t want all the attention for himself and that he even tried to hide from the spotlight you didn’t quiete believe him. But here you were, walking by his side after a flash convocation from the Olympus, what did they possibly want?

You had tried to figure that out since Chiron had called you over at the big house, but you didn’t give yourself a proper answer. You kept walking and you tried to ignore the glances that sometimes Percy sent your way. “Today the sky is really cloudy” he said in a attempt to try and make conversation “I bet the king himself didn’t wake up with the right foot” he joked, trying to ease at least a bit the palpable tension between the two of you. “I bet that he’s going to fulminate you one day if you keep talking about him like that” you said with a sharp glare threw in his direction.

After walking for about ten minutes more you both arrived at the entrance of the enormous building. “Here we are” you said, and before Percy could add anything else you were already inside the skyscraper.

You entered the building and went straight to the receptionist “600th floor” You simply said, giving the poor employer a death glare. He looked back emotionless “we don’t have a 600th floor” he was doing his job, you didn’t really blame me for it. “Look, you’re talking to a child of g/p and a son of Poseidon so you better let us in-“ before you could finish Percy stepped in, gently pushing you aside.

“Sorry for my friend here, but you see, they are having a bad day and a convocation from the gods really was the cherry on the top, but we need to get on Olympus as soon as possible, you wouldn’t want Poseidon or g/p mad at you because you didn’t let their children up, would you?” He pulled out a confident smile and you rolled your eyes.

The man looked between the two of you before stamping something on a paper sheet. “And what might your names be?” He asked, and you were starting to lose it “Listen here you little-“ but before you could add anything else Percy pulled you back again “Percy Jackson and Y/N L/N, now may we enter the elevator… please?” He looked at the employer expectantly.

He stamped something else before getting up and starting walking “this way” Percy let out a sigh of relief. You and the son of Poseidon followed him until you were arrived “Have a nice trip to Olympus” he said flatly, before walking back to his desk.

The two of you entered the elevator and when the door closed leaned over the mechanical box’s “wall” to catch your breath.

”I’m not your friend” You suddenly blurted out “I didn’t come here to keep you company or anything, I came here cause I was summoned by Zeus himself, so don’t make up strange ideas in that head of yours.” You warned and crossed your arms.

He looked at you slightly hurt “Has a manticore stung you or something? You’re more bitter than usual.” You shot him a death glare but said anything, his eyes had caught your interest, they were beautiful… For Hades, what were you thinking?!

You quickly looked away and waited as it played in the background an old song named “You make my dreams (come true)” by some old singer you couldn’t remember the name of. You wondered who had chosen the elevator playlist, it had probably been Apollo or one of the muses.

You glanced around and found Percy staring over at you, he had a strange look on his face, and you couldn’t quite place the emotions he was feeling. “What is it? Do I have something on my face?” You asked, not because you were actually worried about your appearance, more to break the strange atmosphere that was building up.

He quickly shook his head “no no, I was just looking at you… you’d be even prettier if you smiled more sometimes” he stated, and you looked at him, your mouth slightly agape. You tried to hide the forming blush of your cheeks, but you failed miserably. At that he let out a chuckle.

That only made you blush more, the tips of your ears red from embarrassment. “I…” you tried to come back at him with something, but you just couldn’t, he was too handsome in that moment. “Just shut it, would you sushi prince?” It was meant to be a sort of mocking insult, but it came out cuter than you expected.

You saw Percy take a step closer “Sushi prince?” He ask, trying to be serious, but barely managing to hold in a laugh. “Yeah, cause you’re a son of Poseidon, and fish call you prince, and you use fish to make sushi-“ I looked up at him “you know what? Drop it, it wasn’t that great of an insult” You simply concluded.

“No why? No one had ever called me that, it’s… creative, let’s say” he tried. You gave him a look that said ‘really?’ And them the two of you bursted out laughing. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all…

You unintentionally took a step closer to the boy, there had always been something that had attracted you to him in the years, but you denied it behind the excuse that you didn’t like him, but oh boy if you did, liked him. But then something he said pulled you out of your thoughts. The elevator had stopped. Why? You asked yourself. Of course it would have been you.

He looked at you “there’s no need to worry, Annabeth explained me once how these things work, we just have to call in the emergency” he stated calmly as he pressed the yellow button. “Annabeth, huh?”you asked him. You couldn’t quite place what was the strange feeling that you felt in the pitch of your stomach when he named her, but you didn’t like it.

“Yeah, Annabeth” he replied and you just stared at him “you and her are pretty close, aren’t you?” You ask, annoyed. Percy just looked at you, slightly confused. “Well, yeah, but we’re only friends.” He stated, and you could hear in his voice that he was telling the truth. Then why didn’t you believe him? “Oh yeah, just friends, got it” you retorted back, and you cursed yourself for not having held your tongue.

He seemed surprised but then… a sly smirk formed on his lips. “Wait- are you jealous?” He smiled like a little kid on Christmas day. You looked away “No…” but your redness was hard to hide now. “You’re jealous! Oh gods, you’re all red” he laughed, and maybe, but just maybe, his voice wasn’t as annoying as you remembered.

“What if I am?” You then asked him, still leaning on the wall of the elevator. He smiled even more cheekily “No nothing, I just think it’s cute” he said, and leaned closer. You didn’t push him away, yet you didn’t lean in.

“Why do you hate me?” He asked “I don’t hate you” you paused “I just think you are incredibly self-centred sometimes” you admitted. “Oh, thank you” he replied sarcastically with a playful roll of his eyes “Just so you know, I don’t find you self-centred, annoying or anything like that, you’re just impulsive” he stated, and he was standing so close…

You glanced at his lips, because how could you not? You then forced your glance back on his. His usual smirk returned “You wanna kiss me so bad~” he teased and then leaned over the wall, pinning you to the elevator wall, but you weren’t intimidated. “So, what if I do, Jackson?” You asked in anticipation of what was about to come.

“Oh nothing” he answered and leaned closer, your lips just a few inches away “maybe I want too” and then his lips crashed onto yours, and nothing else mattered, it was only the two of you, and you wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything else.

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