#demigod relationships

[audreyscribes]

What would a child of Hades x child of Hebe relationship be like?

A/n: I was going to schedule this weeks in advance but I messed up. WELP. You get to eat early.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ I would deem this pair as a rare-pair. An extremely and basically impossible rare-pair. I know you're asking a more romantic relationship, but this can also be applicable as a platonic relationship. Here's why:

Speaking from as if their godly parents are a major factor in their relationship... it's going to be just like Sisyphus; the Greek Tyrant King who cheated death twice and is punished in Hades to roll an immense boulder up a hill for it to only roll back down as it neared the top, repeating this for eternity.

You have a child of Hades, whose domain is the Underworld and death which includes old age, and then you have a child of Hebe; whose domain is (eternal) youth and prime of life. Hades and Hebe are at two complete opposite forces and if we're taking in godly grudges and such, like we saw with Annabeth and Percy dealing with their parents with Athena and Poseidon to be the patron god of Athens, Hebe probably hasn't made her stance on eternal youth and living to be literally young subtle or quiet, just as we see in the book "The Chalice of the Gods" where she literally turns people younger in her store Hebe Jeebies, therefore defying death, and we've seen Hades response to those who are against defying or cheating death, so he's probably not happy with Hebe. Reflecting off what happened with Annabeth and Percy with their godly parents, but more on the side of the conceptual domains and their godly parents represent, I would the child of Hades and Hebes would be absolute enemies who cannot bear to be in the same room as each other and when given the chance, would fight each other with them trying to uphold their parent's domain and belief.

So they're an extremely and basically impossible rare-pair because they're basically on the furthest opposite side of the room in beliefs and nature. It would be easier to say they're sworn enemies at least and at most, not even associated with each other and know the other as the child of that god and are just fellow campers. However, if they can find a middle ground, put their godly parents' domains and nature, and putting aside their own nature as well and not involve their parents at all... then that relationship could be built on understanding and humility, allowing to understand the other truly and not their parents, to understand who they are and what they are, and so forth. If they can do it all that, to move and grow from the idea they are their parent's children, then I'd say it could be a healthy and strong loving relationship that is built strong connections and understanding from great tribulation. So this is why I would deem a {child of Hades X child of Hebe} as a RARE-PAIR; extremely and almost impossible pair, of 5/5 stars difficulty. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐/ 5

[lilislegacy]

i think it’s the most funny and romantic thing ever that they’re so attracted to each other in dangerous/deathly situations. in both those scenes, they are an absolute mess - percy covered in dirt, blood, and spiderwebs, and annabeth covered in muck and sewer water - and yet they find each other so beautiful. they could literally be about to DIE, and yet all they’re thinking is “wow you look so hot right now.” i just love when they percabeth like that. they are so funny.

also. perseus jackson, where the HELL were you going with that thought about the way her beads looked on her throat before you stopped yourself, young man?

[ashpkat]

i feel like i lose brain cells whenever anti percabeth content comes on my dash. what do you mean annabeth chase is a self righteous narcissist viper of a woman. that’s a seventeen year old girl??

[aroaceleovaldez]

reminder that the only reason the "ADHD is actually demigod BATTLE STRATEGIES" and "dyslexia is DEMIGOD BRAINS HARDWIRED FOR ANCIENT GREEK" things exist in the PJO universe is because it's a very direct reference to early 2000s teaching/parenting techniques for neurodiverse and disabled children, which aimed to frame childrens' disabilities and hardships as a "superpower" or strength so that the children would feel more positively about their disabilities or situations. This technique has fallen out of favor since then for the most part since more often than not it just results in kids feeling as though their struggles are not being seen or taken seriously.

Yes, demigods are adhd/dyslexic (and sometimes autistic-coded) in the series. This is extremely important and trying to remove it or not acknowledge it makes the entire series fall apart because it is such a core concept. Yes, canon claims that their adhd/dyslexia is tied to some innate abilities, which is based on an outdated methodology. It's important to acknowledge that and understand where it comes from! But please stop trying to apply it to other pantheons in the series like "oh, the romans have dyscalculia because of roman numerals!" or "the norse demigods have dysgraphia for reasons!" - it's distasteful at best.

A better option is to acknowledge the meta inspiration for why that exists in the series, such as explaining potentially that Chiron was utilizing that same teaching methodology to try and help demigods feel more comfortable with their disabilities and they aren't literal powers. In fact, especially given Frank, there's implication that being adhd/dyslexic isn't a guaranteed demigod trait, which means it's more likely to be normally inherited from their godly parent/divine ancestor as a general trait, not a power, and further supports the whole "ADHD is battle strategy" thing being non-literal. It also implies the entire greco-roman pantheon in their universe is canonically adhd/dyslexic - and that actually fits very well with the themes of the first series. The entire central conflict of the first series fits perfectly as an allegory about neurodiverse/disabled children and their relationships with their undiagnosed neurodiverse/disabled parents and trying to find solutions together with their shared disability/disabilities that the kid inherited instead of becoming distant from each other (and this makes claiming equivalent to getting a diagnosis which is a fascinating allegory! not to mention the symbolism of demigods inheriting legacies and legends and powers from their parents and everything that comes with that being equivalent to inheriting traits, neurodiversity, and disabilities from your parents).

anyways neurodiversity and disability and the contexts in which the series utilizes representation of those experiences particularly during the 2000s symbolically within the narrative is incredibly important to the first series and the understanding of what themes it means to represent. also if i see one more "the romans have dyscalculia instead of dyslexia" post in 2023 i'm gonna walk into the ocean.

[yinyuedijun]

anyway I joke a lot about mydei getting cucked in okhema and also being paranoid abt losing you but like the undercurrent to all of this is actually quite sad.

(cw slavery, war, discrimination etc)

mydei has only ever known you within a framework of violence. he led the kremnoan army to war with your city-state, he abducted you from your temple and took you to kremnos, he put you in chains as his people's laws demanded. yes, he was an unwilling participant, and yes, he tried his best to protect you, and yes, he wishes to usher in an era of peace for kremnos where such crimes will never happen again - but the fact of the matter is that mydeimos is the heir to a millennium of violence, and you are the ultimate reminder of that violence.

then you get to okhema, and mydei sees you for the first time in a framework of peace. living outside a reality that is hostile to you, in an environment where you laugh and smile and walk freely without chains. and mydei adores seeing you like this, thinks that there is no sight more beautiful. but the novelty of all this is also painful to him: the only reason you ever cry in okhema is out of joy, whereas in kremnos you only ever cried out of grief.

the people in okhema know, too. your former townspeople, the okheman natives, the refugees from the rest of amphoreus that warred with nikador over the years - all of them know this about you. yes, they are wrong about much of kremnos, vilify him and his people unfairly - but there is still an ugly truth to what they assume about your relationship.

you try your best to deny it. you always defend mydei steadfastly, make it clear that you are by his side willingly, always say that he has been nothing but good to you - but they disbelieve you. they pity you, grieve for you, want more for their innocent priestess that was taken by a kremnoan prince as his war prize. they have no doubt that he defiled you, that you were coerced into laying with him. you insist that this is wrong, that you are his lover - but they will always see you as a bed-slave so long as you are with him.

and they aren't wrong for that, are they? mydei has only ever known you in a framework of violence. the two of you fell in love, yes, but you did it while you were still in chains. no matter how gentle he is with you, his loving you has always been an inherently violent act.

so when mydei sees you in okhema, no longer existing under violence, he sees a life that he stole away from you. a life where you are free, where you can fall in love with a normal man rather than her captor, where you can get married as a legal wife rather than a concubine, where you can have children who are freedmen rather than nothoi who are in chains. mydei is trying so, so hard to create an era where this is no longer the case - but a great part of him fears that your relationship will always stay in this old era of strife.

when your aunties giggle and tell you to retire from your post and get married, to find someone from your town or maybe even a nice okheman boy, he knows what they mean to imply. you're free now, they're saying. you don't need to be the slave of the kremnoan prince anymore. you don't need to spread your legs for the monster who abducted you. you don't need to be his whore.

you can be happy now.

and they aren't wrong for that, are they? you are free now. you can finally escape the chains that castrum kremnos forced upon you - the chains that mydei put you in.

[demigods-posts]

because, dude. sally grew up essentially all by herself. she searched for companionship and found it with someone she could never be with. and was left to raise a kid on her own. then she married an abusive man to ensure her child's survival. and her child became her only source of companionship for years. and, dude. percy grew up thinking his father walked out on the family. and couldn't keep from getting expelled from every boarding school he attended. and was bullied for his entire childhood. and the only source of comfort he had was his mom. like. there is so much love there. but it had great potential to become something codependent.

[m4gp13]

Why did Rick do this to us?

Seriously, he went, "Yeah I'm gonna establish a history between two important characters on opposing sides of a conflict in which one of them clearly has negative feelings about the other. and then never bring it up again 🤪" BITCH COME BACK HERE!!!

There was so much that could have been going on between these two! I was talking to @nakamurastorrington about this on twt the other day.

Like, Annabeth's fatal flaw is hubris and Ethan's mother is the physical embodiment of the punishment for hubris, they are diametrically opposed! They have their shared history at camp but very different experiences with the system where Annabeth was pretty much immediately claimed and became the head councillor of her own cabin from a very young age, establishing her as a respected veteran at camp. Meanwhile, Ethan was shoved into a corner of someone else's cabin because he wasn't worth his own cabin, and so he just faded into the background. Also, Their relationship with Luke! They both had Luke as a big brother figure. Annabeth saw him as genuine family and Ethan would have looked up to him as his brother while in the Hermes cabin. Then Luke left and Annabeth still held out hope for him and refused to believe he'd ever truly passed the point of no return even while everyone constantly told her she was wrong, and Ethan, despite spending a year working for Kronos and seeing the worst of the results of Luke's actions, still believed he was in there fighting Kronos. Not to mention, THEIR MOTHERS??!?!!?!

There could have been such interesting conflict between them! Annabeth should have gotten to talk to Ethan during the parley. If anyone should have gotten to snap at Ethan about his mother, it should have been her because he would have snapped back so hard!

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

Something something PJO and themes of responsibility. Specifically with Bianca and Percy.

Idk I just think it’s funny how, in TTC, you have Bianca, who has been responsible for Nico for FOREVER. Has had to raise him like the mother they never got to keep. Has had the weight of having to raise him for as long as she can remember. She’s taking care of a child when she’s only a child herself. Discovers she’s a demigod, and is FINALLY given an out. And out to leave her responsibilities, even tho she’d have to abandon her only family.

And then we watch Percy go through the EXACT same dilemma in the next book! Staying with Calypso WAS his out! He’s been living with the weight of the prophecy since he was 12, and while he doesn’t exactly know the details, he knows something horrible is going to happen once he reaches 16. Idk how y’all feel, but that’s a lot to have been dealing with since the age of 12. But, he’s finally getting a way to escape his horrible fate! The only catch is essentially abandoning his friends and family.

And you know what dragged them in? The lack of responsibility! The idea of having that heavy weight being lifted! In ttc, it’s not immortality that finally pulls Bianca in, it’s the prospect of being surrounded by people who wouldn’t need to depend on her so heavily. THAT is the reason Bianca joined the Hunt. Percy calls Calypso his biggest what is because what if he STAYED. What if he stayed and was no longer the prophecy child? What if he got to live his life free of responsibilities and worries on her island? What if it didn’t have to be him. THAT is his biggest what if.

They both crave some sort of normalcy SOO bad. And at this point, the closest thing to that is being an immortal in a hunt/ on an island.

In the end, they both made separate choices. Bianca joined the hunt. Percy left the island.

These two get a LOT of backlash for these particular plot points. Bianca was practically crucified for abandoning Nico, and Percy is so hated for calling Calypso his biggest what if people disregard his BOTL characterization entirely. But, imagine you’ve had SOOO much pressure on you for so long. You wouldn’t at least be a bit tempted when an exist is being served on a silver platter?

[cosmorandom]

can't get behind Anaxagoras x Aglaea.

not because it's not gay, but because I headcannon both of them to be aroace lolol

[sleepyvib-es]

should be sleeping but im up thinking about ethan and how he wanted to know the love of a mother. im up thinking of his devotion to her. im up thinking about how he wanted the gods to respect her. thinking that if his mother had her own cabin, he would've been claimed sooner and not had to reside in a crowded cabin full of unclaimed and unwanted kids. i'm thinking of him trusting what his mother told him enough to let her take his eye so that he could one day gain her the respect he felt she deserved. what must it be like to go to the lengths he did, to defend her name in the way he did, despite never really knowing her

[blasphemousclaw]

thinking more thoughts about Messmer’s role in the story… looking at the descriptive text again,

“The Land of Shadow. A place obscured by the Erdtree. Where the goddess Marika first set foot. A land purged in an unsung battle. Set ablaze by Messmer’s flame.”

this could imply that the land of shadow was the place of Marika’s first conquest on her path to total dominion.

again, I believe Messmer’s dialogue implies that Marika is his mother:

“Mother, wouldst thou truly Lordship sanction, in one so bereft of light?” 

since Marika is the one who, through grace, guides the Tarnished on their path to Lord, to me, she is the only person who is in a position to “sanction Lordship.” so it makes the most sense that Messmer is speaking to her. there’s also of course the M naming convention amongst Marika’s children, the fact that Messmer sits on a demigod-style throne, and his resemblance to Radagon.

the fact that Messmer is notably absent from the rest of the demigod legends in the lands between, and the fact that his flame “set ablaze” the lands of shadow, makes me think that long ago, he may have assisted his mother Marika in her subjugation of the shadow lands… and when Marika left, she left him there in charge, and this is why he has no presence in the lands between.

interestingly, the lands of shadow seem to be full of symbols heretical to the golden order, such as the bear with red hair and omen horns, and the lion dancer boss, which has omen horns sprouting from it. what if the lands of shadow became a sort of dumping ground for the beings that ended up falling outside of Marika’s perfect order, and was severed from the lands between to try to contain the chaos of that place?

then there’s Messmer himself, with his “traitorous” snakes and his flame and his allusions to dragons… what if… he started out serving his mother Marika, but became disillusioned with the fact that she left him alone to preside over the exiles of her perfect domain? that she abandoned him, while she and her other children live in her perfect realm of light? what if he became twisted and corrupted, betraying his original purpose, and he now acts as a tyrant? what if he’s almost jealous of the tarnished, who seem to hold his mother’s favor, while he has stood in the erdtree’s shadow for millennia?

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love (Book 3) Chapter Nineteen

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Nineteen: One Hell of a Curse

Summary: Sebastian and Ciel must be cleansed of the Wolfman's curse.

            In an ornate chamber fare belowground, a large cauldron—a lake in itself—stood with hot water stirred within, not burning but warming. Shelves of herbs and chemicals lined the room, and lights shone on everything, from worktables to the dusty corners.

            “Hurry, we haven’t much time!” ordered Sieglinde. “Take off your clothes and throw them into the oven!”

            Fire to expunge any residual miasma, thought (Y/N). Chemistry and witchcraft shared similarities. Still, now was not the time to think of evidence. It was time to act, so (Y/N) pulled Sebastian’s clothes from him, took the bundle of Ciel’s garments, and shoved them into the oven where a fire roared to life.

            “Now into the cauldron with you, quickly!” commanded Sieglinde.

            Sebastian supported Ciel in the water as they dipped in, water rushing over them and easing the swelling and development of boils.

            “When did they go into the forest?” demanded Sieglinde.

            “About fifteen minutes ago,” said (Y/N).

            “Curses! Then we’re nearly out of time,” said Sieglinde, pouring out ingredients. (Y/N) noted each one carefully. “Wolf, boil some water! Bring we more cleansing herbs!”

            “Ja!” Wolfram obeyed immediately.

            (Y/N) knelt over the opening of the cauldron, watching Sebastian and Ciel within the water carefully while Sieglinde finished the potion. Wolfram lifted her up, and Sieglinde held her potion tightly.

            “Submerge yourselves in the water while I chant the spell! Stay in there until I tell you to come out!” instructed Sieglinde.

            Sebastian pulled Ciel below the water before the frightened boy had a chance to speak—his throat closing in panic from the entire ordeal, being manhandled, and facing physical danger.

            Sieglinde inhaled and spoke as she poured her concoction of powered herbs into the water. “Nornir, ye three goddesses of fate. Bring to me the blessing of Urdarbrunnr.”

            Asking to guide fate, thought (Y/N), recognizing the names of the deities. No magic trembled in the air, though. No rush of power thrummed through Sieglinde’s veins. She simply spoke words that moved nothing but her own heart.

            “Be our witness, o goddess of fortune. Forgive us our sins,” chanted Sieglinde. “Sol, of goddess of the sun. Mani, of god of the moon. Forgive us our sins. Forgive us our sins.”

            (Y/N) watched Sebastian lick the water, tasting each element of the purification potion.

            “Forgive us our sins,” said Sieglinde. “You can come out!”

            Sebastian brought Ciel to the surface, and he spluttered for air.

            “What do we do now?” said (Y/N).

            Wolfram handed Sieglinde the other potion she’d prepared and a funnel. “We need to cleanse their bodies from the inside. Make him drink this decoction and have him retch.”

            “Forgive me, Young Master,” said Sebastian, forcefully taking ahold of Ciel’s face, hand ungloved and contract mark on display. He forced him to down the liquid. He coughed and threw it up, just as needed, but he flailed in Sebastian’s arms, anxious and panicked.

            “What about you, are you feeling ill?” questioned Sieglinde.

            “There is no need to worry about me,” said Sebastian. “Please see to the Young Master first.” He was a demon. In this form, his appearance was disturbed, but that could be quickly corrected, and no sickness had a chance of taking him.

            “Very well, then do it once more,” said Sieglinde.

            Sebastian’s hand cupped Ciel’s face, and the boy was forced to drink and vomit again. And despite it being Sebastian holding onto Ciel, his eyes widened, and his hand reached out, reaching for help, reaching for salvation.

            His eyes closed, and Ciel sunk beneath the water. Sebastian supported him and looked at Sieglinde.

            “What happened?” said Sebastian.

            “He is exhausted, but he should be cured. We can only monitor and hope now,” said Sieglinde.

            “I’ll get clothes for you both,” said (Y/N), looking from Ciel to Sebastian.

            “Thank you,” said Sebastian. He was glad he was not handling everything alone, even if he could. Their presence…it helped in all moments.

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            (Y/N) stood beside Sebastian. “What happened?” they said as Sebastian patted a wet washcloth over Ciel’s head.

            “We saw the wolfman, a bare shadow, and I felt the fog was strange, as you did,” said Sebastian. “So I returned the Young Master here before hunting the creature down. I did not find it before I began to show the signs of sickness the Young Master does.”

            (Y/N) frowned. “It must be the fog,” they said decidedly. “I am not sure how, yet, but it must be. There is no curse. The purification wasn’t magic. It was all science. I’m certain.”

            “I look forward to finishing this ordeal and leaving this place,” said Sebastian. He did not appreciate his contract nearly dying.

            (Y/N) nodded. Softly, their hand traced his cheek where the scars of illness still rested. “When will you remove these?”

            “Soon. I must keep up appearances,” said Sebastian. “Am I not handsome enough for you?”

            “Nonsense. I prefer you at your best, though,” teased (Y/N).

            Sebastian raised their hand and kissed the glove back. Lightly, he nipped their finger. “I am always at my best.”

            “Good,” said (Y/N).

            Knock! Before they had a chance to say anything, the Phantomhive servants threw open the doors of Ciel’s room, eyes wide.

            “We heard the Young Master is hurt!” said Finny, instantly running to Ciel’s beside.

            “Oh my, yes he is,” said Mey-Rin worriedly.

            “Can we help?” said Baldroy.

            “Any form of assistance, we will offer it,” said Tanaka.

            “Yes, of course, says Emily,” said Snake.

            Sebastian raised a hand, and all the servants quieted. “The Young Master needs rest. That is all. If you insist on remaining here, then be calm and quiet. Disturbing him will not be tolerated.”

            The servants nodded fervently, promising their best behavior. The two demons allowed them to stay. Baldroy and Mey-Rin hovered to the side, Tanaka assisted (Y/N) and Sebastian with cleaning, and Snake and Finny remained at Ciel’s side, Ciel’s hand softly in Finny’s.

            “Waaaaaaahhhh!”

            A scream pierced the air, and everyone whirled. Ciel’s eyes were wide open, and his arm reached up helplessly to the air.

            “Young Master,” said Sebastian, shoulders relaxing upon seeing Ciel awake. “My word. You had me worried there for a while.”

            “I’m so glad, Young Master!” said Finny, eyes tearing up as Ciel took deep breaths.

            “Scared the life outta me, ya did,” said Baldroy, relief etched on his features.

            “Yes, indeed,” said Tanaka, voice soft with gladness.

            “How are you feeling, Master Ciel?” said Mey-Rin.

            “Ciel…?” breathed Ciel, staring up at the ceiling.

            (Y/N) frowned. Something was off in his expression. Sebastian noticed as well and leaned towards him.

            “Young Master?” He reached for his wrist. “Is something wrong?”

            “Waah!” Ciel cried out and slapped Sebastian away. “N-No!” HE grabbed onto Finny’s hand, pulling him closer, curling up against the other young boy. “Ciel…doesn’t want to be hurt anymore!”

            Everyone’s eyes widened, and Sebastian stared at his hand.

            “It’s dark…where am I? I’m scared,” said Ciel, shaking.

            “Young Master, what is the matter?” said Sebastian. “It is not dark at a—”

            (Y/N) put a hand over his arm as he reached out again. “Sebastian, don’t touch him right now.”

            Sebastian lowered his hand.

            “Who’s there?” Ciel’s voice trembled. “I can’t see anything…”

            “No,” said Sebastian, realizing what had happened.

            “I believe the Young Master probably cannot see,” said Tanaka sadly.

            “Someone!” cried Ciel. “Please light up the room, I’m begging you!”

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            The servants, minus Finny, who remained with Ciel, stood outside his door, trying to figure out what to do.

            “Y-Young Master’s eyes are…” Mey-Rin buried her face in her hands, crying.

            “Enough! Stop yer bawlin’ and watch your mouth, woman!” said Baldroy, using gruffness to hide his own worry. “We dunno that his sight’s gone for good.”

            “But we can’t even take care of him when he’s like that, says Keats,” said Snake.

            “No, we can’t,” said Baldroy. “He not only rejected us but even Sebastian. What in the world has come over the Young Master? I wonder why he didn’t lash out at Finny, though.”

            He’s a child, like Ciel. And it is adults who caused him so much harm, thought (Y/N). “What will you do now, Sebastian?”

            “If the Young Master commands me not to touch him, I cannot touch him,” said Sebastian. “I will ask Lady Sullivan for advice when she awakens. You all go and get some rest now.” It was still night outside.

            “And you, Mr. Sebastian, what will you do?” said Mey-Rin, wiping her tears of worry away.

            “There is something I must see to,” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N) glanced at him. They had something to see to.

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            “The fog is gone now,” said Sebastian, walking with (Y/N) through the forest. “However, I still cannot sense a single living creature in this place. And yet…” He pulled his glove off and looked at his “scarred” contract hand. “A demon cannot be affected by the aura of evil spirits. So what is the nature of the miasma and the wolfman?”

            “Scientific, certainly,” said (Y/N). “But exactly how evades us.”

            Sebastian looked around at the trees and considered them. Carefully, he broke off a twig. Smelling it, he offered it to (Y/N). They sniffed and tilted their head. Something clung to it, remnants of the fog.

            “In any case, we are bound to this place under the Young Master recovers,” said Sebastian. He tutted. “My, my. The case at hand simply does not seem to suit us this time around.”

            “We’ll handle it,” said (Y/N). They put a hand on his arm. “You and I.”

            Sebastian smiled. “Thank you.” He leaned his forehead against theirs, as glad as ever to have the being he loved beside him.

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            “We apologize for all the trouble we caused last night.” Sebastian and (Y/N) bowed to Sieglinde. Her eyes, however, didn’t leave the sumptuous feast laid out before her. “As a token of gratitude, we have prepared a late breakfast for you, my lady. We hope you enjoy it.”

            Sieglinde certainly did. She dug in, eating everything on every plate with her typical gusto. Clearly, although Wolfram fed her enough, she hadn’t had food this good in a long time. Not to mention (Y/N) and Sebastian’s skills were above and beyond what mortals could expect.

            As she ate, Sebastian explained Ciel’s current predicament and where the Phantomhive servants found themselves—unable to leave and unable to properly serve their master as usual.

            “I see,” said Sieglinde, munching on food. “So the miasma has impaired his sight.”

            “Will the Young Master’s eyes heal, my lady?” said Sebastian.

            “I need to examine him first, but you say no one can get near him?” she said.

            “He only allows our gardener near him,” said (Y/N).

            “Hm.” Sieglinde considered. “The miasma of the Werewolves’ Forest weakens a human’s heart and intensifies his fear. There may be a reason why he only allows the gardener to approach him.”

            Sebastian’s gaze darkened. “If that is so, then it might be ‘adults’ whom the Young Master wishes to keep away…”

            (Y/N) had guessed as much, and this confirmed it.

            “Why would that be?” said Sieglinde, worried for her new friend.

            “The Young Master has his reasons,” said Sebastian.

            “Indeed…”

            “In any case, what specifically causes the murk in the forest?” asked Sebastian, searching for information.

            “It is ‘evil magical power’ given off by the wolfman,” said Sieglinde.

            Well, if that were true, Sebastian and I would infect poor, defenseless humans all the time with our auras. (Y/N) nearly grinned. How entertaining would that be?

            “A human affected by it is cursed and takes on the shape of something resembling a demon—”

            I’m offended. My demonic form isn’t boils and swelling. (Y/N) was sexy as, well, hell. Terrifying to humans, ugly to their moral sensibilities at times, but appearance wise…sinfully attractive.

            “—only the secret elixir of the Emerald Witch can break that curse,” finished Sieglinde.

            “Hmm.” Sebastian and (Y/N) glanced at one another.

            “That’s why I told you not to enter the forest!” shouted Wolfram, breaking his silence. “So why’d you go in when you’d already been warned off, huh?!”

            What a suspicious amount of aggression and questions, thought (Y/N). A guard dog indeed, but of what? Lady Sullivan or secrets?

            Wolfram grabbed Sebastian’s collar. “Why don’t you understand?!”

            (Y/N)’s hand snapped out and grabbed Wolfram’s wrist. Wolfram stiffened as a powerful force curled around his bone, and he looked at the seemingly weaker individual glaring at him.

            “Let. Go,” said (Y/N) protectively.

            Sebastian nearly grinned at their tone. Possessiveness was incredibly alluring when (Y/N) expressed it. He was going to throw them onto the nearest surface he could find once they had a moment free and show them how attractive it was. Perhaps even amongst the “magic” in the basement… To desecrate a witch’s place of work in the name of a single moment of pleasure with (Y/N) sparked a great deal of excitement in Sebastian.

            Wolfram’s grip on Sebastian slackened slightly, but it wasn’t until Sieglinde barked, “Enough, Wolfram!” that he fully let go.

            Sebastian brushed off his coat and spoke pleasantly as ever, completely unconcerned with Wolfram’s strength. His was greater. “I went into the forest I was curious about Herr Wolfman, you see. We have yet to meet a wolfman, though we have met all manner of creatures.”

            “Precisely,” said (Y/N) cheerfully. “Demons and Reapers get so tiresome after a while. But a wolfman…there’s some novelty after so long.”

            Sieglinde and Wolfram stared at them, processing that information. “Come again?”

            “Well, anyway, only you can break the Young Master’s curse,” continued Sebastian without a care in a world for the confusion he’d caused.

            “Indeed,” said Sieglinde.

            “Lady Sullivan.” Sebastian knelt and bowed. “Please save the Young Master from what ails him. If you help him, I shall gladly do whatever you bid of me.” He glanced at (Y/N).

            I suppose he wants me to do the same. Alright. Let’s serve this “witch.” (Y/N) bowed to Sieglinde. “As shall I, Lady Sullivan.”

            “What?” said Wolfram incredulously.

            Sieglinde grinned. “Very well. Then, Sebastian, (Y/N)…I shall have you for my butler and maid until Ciel has completely recovered!”

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[hpandcarbs]

Okay but this moment between Austin and Apollo is actually hurting me so much like…. These poor demigod CHILDREN are constantly fighting and constantly in danger because of their godly parents and yet they barely see or hear from them at all but still they love their parents and they’re proud of them and it just is so heartbreaking

[bayetea]

just one of those little things that make you go hmmmmmmmm

[nbnaruto]

These are brain worms that have been eating me and idk what to do with but what if danny phantom × pjo/toa crossover that's danny/amnesiac!lester. He hit his head when he crashed landed in that dumpster and forgot everything, stumbled out of the alley and wandered away. Meg just misses him, instead good ol Danny finds him and because he's a nice guy they go to the hospital together and stay in touch. They find out Lester (or whatever he'd be going by with no memories) is basically a ghost (ha) and Danny is like hey you know where ghosts belong, the most haunted town in America:] and lester has nothing else going on so they both leave and the gods have no fucking clue where mortal apollo is. I imagine he stays like that for a while (years in my head because it's funny for me but has horrid implications) until he gets hit in the face with a dodgeball and it all comes back to him. Cue monumental mental breakdown because as far as he was concerned he was 100% human until now.

[narmothewraith]

I've been working at this piece for 5 hours and I didn't even noticed it so, I didn't eat and drink. Fuck hyperfocus. I hope y'all like it, just like I do :)

Hurt/comfort hug between Percy & Poseidon ❤️

Poseidon thinking about who made his son cry + payback (aka his wrath)