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Percy age 12: And if the mission required someone to push me down a flight of stairs for it to succeed… you’d want someone who won’t hesitate when they do it

Percy age 17:

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partners in crime

luke castellan x fem!dionysus!reader [the trouble!verse]

MAIN SERIES MASTERPOST [COMPLETED]

summary: few things are certain in this life as a demigod, but one thing is for sure— you can’t fight fate when it pulls you and luke castellan together, over and over again. two young people who hate the gods are more like them than they think, for better or worse. annoyances to best friends to lovers

things to know: dionysus!reader's nickname is trouble & mostly canon-compliant (mostly.)

here's a playlist (spotify & apple music links now available!)

child of dionysus headcanons!

trouble!verse moodboard 1 & moodboard 2 & college!trouble by the lovely @24kmar

deleted scenes from a different universe (AUs)

play the extended cuts (blurbs from in-between)

character study: luke castellan & trouble

any works, updates, thoughts, musings, etc about this series will be tagged under #trouble!verse !

key: fluff - ☼ angst - ☽ smut - ☆ jo's favorites - ᥫ᭡

[rewind to before] pre-established relationship

trouble always finds me (trouble!reader origin story) 1.7k ☼

The one where he could tell you were trouble from the day he met you. (You're an annoyance, but not an enemy)

entropy 3.6k☼

The one where you both blur the lines between annoyance and admiration. (the promise of becoming partners in crime)

buddy system 4.2k ☼

The one where he comes with you to rescue your younger twin brothers, Pollux & Castor. (this is as close to a real quest that Mr. D will give you--might as well take someone you trust!)

somebody's angel 4.4k ☽

The one where you convince him he’s pretty, even with a scar. (songfic - Die Alone - Finneas)

feed the fire 1.2k ☼

The one where his focus is not on spilled food, but on you. (Luke realizes this is more than playful banter)

bedtime stories 2.4k ☼

The one where night shift with him runs late, but you don’t mind at all. (the both of you have feelings you want to admit, but duty calls!)

crazy little thing 3.4k ☼

The one where he uses all his drachmas to make you smile on Valentine's Day. (the Apollo kids are better matchmakers than Aphrodite, sometimes)

anything you want 1.6k ☼

The one where you and him have your first kiss. (You've always loved teaching the story of Orpheus and Eurydice; except when your Orpheus runs away from you)

said he likes crazy 2.1k ☼ ☽

The one where only he can help you with a bad day, even if he's avoided you since your first kiss. (For being a son of Hermes, he has a way of calming your nerves)

[pause and remember us like this] established relationship

play pretend 5.1k ☼

The one where Mr. D catches you two in the act, but you and him aren’t exactly together yet. (Drunk words are sober thoughts. Your dad just wishes Luke told you instead of him)

a wish your heart makes 1.4k ☼ ☽

The one where you share dreams, burn cookies, and it still reminds him of home. (The dryads will probably ban you from the kitchen after this)

star crossing 4k ☼

The one where both your dreams come to life for a night (Crossing the stars for love is easier said than done)

to see the chaos through 4k ☼☽

The one where he remembers he was never a good guy, just yours. (Luke makes the ultimate deal with the devil in order to save you)

not your goddess 8k ☽

The one where you both know the best of days eventually have to come to an end. (songfic - Goddess - Laufey)

don't blame the kids 7.6k ☼

The one where you both chaperone a trip to Mount Olympus. (the Olympians are bigger gossips than you thought they'd be)

trouble's coming for you 3.7k ☼

The one where Percy meets his two favorite counselors at Camp Half-Blood. (three times Percy is oblivious (and in the way) and the time he realizes you and Luke are in love)

now that we're older 3.5k ☼

The one where he asks if you can stay the night even if all of cabin 11 makes fun of him. (Luke is tired of the routine. He just needs his girl)

if you need to be mean (be mean to me) 1.5k☽

The one where he leaves before you wake up. (songfic - I Don't Smoke - Mitski )

[fast forward until we meet again] post-tlt

lovers, or partners in crime 2.1k ☽

The one where Annabeth and Percy think you’re guilty too. (the last day leading up to Luke's betrayal)

love like a blister: the five stages of loving losing luke 4.7k ☽

The one where you learn to mourn someone even if they’re still alive. (the five stages of grief after facing a loss)

to catch a thief 3.7k ☼ ☽

The one where duty calls at Camp Half-Blood. Again. (Your reunion with Luke isn't quite what you expected.)

solipsism 5.3k ☽

The one where you finally pray to Hestia to keep your home safe, even if he's also trying to destroy it. (the four times Luke uses Backbiter to visit you during college ft. the first time you trust a god to help you)

forever falling: luke castellan & his four great loves 4.3k ☼ ☽

The one where he falls from grace and still thinks of you. (the four great loves of Luke Castellan’s life and how it will end up killing him)

love me dry 4.5k ☼ ☽

The one where he meets you at his mother's house, though both of you didn't expect the other to be there. (a glimpse into May Castellan's idea of a perfect day)

when the curtains close 5.3k☽

The one where you lose two people in the Labyrinth that day. All strings are cut. (Annabeth and Pollux find out the biggest difference between you and Luke.)

asking for trouble 7.8k ☽

The one where Luke's final wish is to see you. (He's himself again, and all he wants is to find out if the trouble was worth it all)

as above, so below 10.4k ☽☼

The one where you plead your case with the gods of Olympus. (The one thing the fates didn't expect was how much you'd both be like your fathers; in a way, you and Luke didn't see it coming either)

roll the credits [ a tribute through webweaving]

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Art by jinglin Xu

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the urge is so very strong

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Art by Pavel Oleinik

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Marauders Era Masterlist

💌 = fluff I 📭 = angst I 📬 = hurt/comfort I 📜 = smut I 🪧 = humour

࣪𖤐 regulus black

ִ ࣪𖤐 barty crouch jr

𖤐 remus lupin

𖤐 marauders

includes: poly!marauders, james, sirius

𖤐 the slytherin skittles

includes: barty, evan, regulus, dorcas, pandora (& narcissa)

𖤐 the valkyries

includes: lily, mary, marlene (&dorcas&pandora)

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࣪💌 = fluff I 📭 = angst I 📬 = hurt/comfort I 📜 = smut I 🪧 = humour

𖤐 regulus black

(3.8k) Totally Just the Fifth and Sixth Wheel (💌🪧: mutual pining, reg and reader in denial about their feelings are called out by friends)

⤷ (4.8k) Part 2, Still Totally Just the Fifth and Sixth Wheel, You Guys (💌🪧: the triple date to hogsmeade, more pining and denial ensues) ⤷ (6.8k) Part 3, Okay Fine Maybe We're In Love! (💌: the culmination of their feelings paired with an eventful quidditch match)

(2.6k) You occupy my every thought (💌📬: reader just gets regulus and he is flabbergasted, sunshine x grumpy dynamic)

(3k) Are you falling asleep on me? (💌: you would rather spend a late night studying in the library with regulus than be without him; he is enamoured with you for it)

(5.7k) Professional Meddlers (🪧: the girls play matchmakers with you and regulus, some hurt/comfort if you squint)

(6k) Come Running (📬: regulus is the last to find out his girlfriend is injured, feat. found family with your shared friends and madam pomfrey)

⤷ blurb about rosekiller's reaction

(5.5k) And what will come of us then? (📬📭: regulus finds reader sobbing with magical ink on her hands and is forced to confront himself)

(3k) on the tip of my tongue (💌: regulus says "i love you" for the first time and reflects on what love has been for him over the years)

(2.5k) Amour (💌📜: domestic afternoon in your own flat, you enjoy it when regulus calls you amour and he loves that you love it)

(6.2k) Matters Unspoken (📭📬💌: regulus tries to be comfortable in his new loving relationship, but then he learns of your legilimency and his trauma-response takes over)

cat!animagus!reader (aka the adventures of whiskers and shadow, feat. bsf!marauders)

⤷ (3k) Feline Touches (💌🪧: regulus knows exactly where to find you when you're hiding from the cold) ⤷ (2.4k) Sweet Like Honey; Karma is a Cat (💌🪧: wolfstar neglect to wake you when you and reg fall asleep in cat form) ⤷ (2.4k) Padfoot vs. Whiskers (💌🪧: you and reg get revenge on sirius in cat form) ⤷ (1.7k) Where Padfoot Lays His Head (📬: whiskers comforts padfoot) ⤷ (1.3k) the furred shoulder (📬🪧: reader remains in animagus form when she has a petty fight with reg, he tries to get her back) ⤷ (1.8k) not sneeze proof (💌📬: reader keeps turning into whiskers when she sneezes) ⤷ (1.5k) sharing is caring (💌🪧: bsf!barty finds whiskers asleep in the library and brings her back to regulus, but not without demands) ⤷ (1.5k) fix you up (💌📬: regulus turns into shadow to comfort you when you get injured as whiskers)

drabbles:

(1.5k) let me see you (📜: reg is working on letting go and opening up to you; you're encouraging him)

(1.3k) he seeks a celebration (💌: suggestive, when slytherin wins the quidditch match, regulus just want to celebrate with you)

(1.3k) nothing matters but you (💌: cuddling the night before your birthday)

(1.3k) all things new (🪧💌: regulus begs his friends to be cool around you when you meet for the first time)

(2k) you could never hurt me (💌📬: soulmate au, regulus realises his potions deskmate is his soulmate and spirals)

(844) jasmine bath salts (💌: regulus draws you a bath after work)

(1.1k) waiting out the storm (📬: regulus is hiding in a coffee shop after the war; you come to find him)

(1.8k) on pining and patching up in the prefects’ bathroom (📬💌: reg insists on healing reader after she gets in a fight)

headcanons:

☆ bonding with regulus over bugs

☆ regulus x sunshine!reader

☆ black!sister!reader and barty crouch jr.

☆ regulus' nightmares (& how you help him through them)

features in:

poly!moonwater

(1.9k) What Now? (💌: your concerned boyfriends find you feeling poorly in the infirmary and dote on you)

(0.7k) hospital au (💌📬: muggle au, you accompany remus to a&e where your boyfriend works)

find more regulus in poly!bartlus in the slytherin skittles masterlist

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Good boy, Pads {Mini-Siris}

Disclaimer: This is a Poly!Marauders x Muggle!Reader fic concept, but it is mostly focused on Padfoot and the reader. {Divider Credit}

Summary: Long hours, late nights, and dark alleyways. Good thing you have a guardian angel looking out for you. {Aka: Padfoot protects a muggle reader on her walk home}

Main story:

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Requested:

TBD

I will be taking requests with mini ideas that do or don't pertain to the main story. If I really like a request I might just make it into a main story beat, if you don't specify otherwise <3

All Taglist: @rory-cakes @sodavrr @ailoda @lalalandincraz @maraudersgirlie @maraudersgirlsposts @2dloveshp @moonjellyfishie @raevyng @hashbrownsoncrack @rentaldarling @goosy-goose @pennedmusings @iamawkwardandshy

Main Story Taglist: @lily-mylove @plk-18 @canthavetoomuchchaos @daydreamandforget @emerald-jade1 @lovelyygirl8 @witchybabel @c0ldstvff @chaoticwixtheybe @apollonshootafar

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my “twins weasley phase” wasn’t just a phase.

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Art by Ryan Thompson

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but I knew you | j.potter [part one]

note : I took a massive break - almost 2 years and I am back now to continue where I left off and decided to finally write this as it was the prompt I was most excited about from the ts + marauders list! Hope y'all enjoy and pls be kind to me, I am not sure if I still have it in me to write fics like I did before :(

warnings : unparalleled amount of angst (though it's obvious), James x lily, hurt with a little bit of comfort but that's not until I decide to be kind, mentions of injury, just pure angst for now, this is tamer than later parts

James gets into an accident during a Quidditch game and develop amnesia - he doesn't remember the past 2 and a half years, and he currently has the mentality of fourth-year James. This doesn't bode well for you that your boyfriend of 2 years now currently thinks he's still  in love with Lily.

└——————— - [ 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝 - 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗 ]. +

You were eating your pancakes while tuning out the usual commotion in the great hall when you felt his familiar presence behind you and that scent of his filling your nose, burning wood with hints of caramel and pine. You still wonder if your boyfriend uses perfume and don't really care enough to even ask as you prefer not to know to keep the illusion up. . .somewhat.

"Good morning, love." He greets you as he settled on the space beside you. Your housemates already knew to provide a space next to you, knowing James would appear any moment and claim it. He settled right in like he belonged in it, he did.

That, and people avoiding getting too closer to you in fear of your boyfriend setting his eyes on them and deciding they're a target for the Marauders' next pranks.

You smile at him. "Good morning, Jamey. You excited?"

He nods, flashing you his charming grin. "Always. Specially that you're gonna be watching me win another game against those sly bastards."

You laugh at him, you never understood the whole rivalry between Gryffindors and Slytherins. Sure you knew it dates back a thousand years ago to the founders, but you still cannot wrap your head around it.

Instead of disagreeing with him for the nth time, you only nod. "I'm sure you'll trample on them again like you did last time."

That response made him flash you his perfect set of pearly whites. Merlin, you can never stop your heart from skipping a beat when James bloody Potter grins like an idiot with hearts gleaming in his eyes.

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You stand with the crowds cheering, waving the colors of red and gold son proudly as they yell at the top of their lungs. Welcoming the entrance of the Quidditch players of house Gryffindor.

There goes that familiar excitement, adrenaline creeping up from you as you take in the view of the Quidditch pitch filled with hundreds of students cheering.

And there goes your boyfriend in all his glory flying in with his broom, even looping in circles to show off and you laugh at that, Marlene scoffing beside you.

"Show off." She rolls her eyes.

You nod in agreement at that as you continued watching his familiar figure show off, flying close to the different stands to flash them his grin and once then he zeroed in on you, standing so proudly while waving at him.

He zoomed closer and gripped his broom to a halt, close enough to make sure you saw his wink which you playfully scoffed at. "Whad'ya say about giving a kiss for every goal, eh?"

You hear the surrounding students cheer and whistle as they enable his behavior. You laugh loudly at that but it's drowned out by their enthusiastic cheers, egging you to agree.

You roll your eyes this time. "But only if you win the game, if you lose then those points mean nothing."

James gives you the biggest grin and nods smugly at other Gryffindor at the stands. "Lucky me then, 'cause I never lose."

"I swear he needs a bludger to hit his head to knock 'im down a peg." Marlene scoffs next to you and crosses her arms. "That oughtta teach him."

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The game is finally starting and the energy is higher than ever. You happily cheer on with your housemates as you watched your boyfriend play, never once taking your eyes off him.

You never really liked Quidditch, you though it was far too dangerous and ridiculous, why anyone would wanna risk getting hit by bloody balls so high up in the air in crusty brooms is beyond you.

But he loved it, he lived and breathed the sport. You also saw how much he enjoyed playing it with his best friend so you never spoke out against it despite how much you worry every single time he's on that broom in the air.

That bloody broom that you sometimes wish would malfunction so he'd stop using it and choose to stay on the ground with you forever, but you can't really clip his wings - so you just watch him soar.

And soar he did as he makes a show of flying in loops again to avoid the Slytherins blocking his way and successfully scoring a point. He turns right away to grin at you, although he was way too far - you could just tell he was grinning so proudly.

The noises drown out the sound of your heart beating rapidly. This is the nth game you've watched and you still cannot get used to it, this sport is gonna be the death of your heart one day.

It wasn't long before Gryffindor gained the upper hand, scoring way more than Slytherin did and the two Marauders were not above gloating.

They even made a show of smirking near the Slytherin stands so smugly, it had you slapping your forehead. They have a great knack for pissing people off.

The intensity of the game is rising as it nears its end and the opposing team try their hardest to catch up. The snitch finally appeared and it was down to the Seekers to finish the game and decide who wins this.

You watch in bathed breath as both Seekers chase after the snitch, right next to each other with both arms stretched out to catch it - everyone was watching them - and that meant everyone.

You turn away from them to look at James and it was there, as if the world slowed down as you watched a bludger make its way to him while he remained unaware - looking down at the two seekers competing below him in a close race to victory.

You felt your words get caught in your throat as it all happened too fast, you couldn't even get a word out as you watched him take the hit and his grip on his broom loosened.

It felt like forever watching him separate from his broom, fall slowly and Sirius flying down after him. The bludger hit him square in the back of his head and it disoriented him enough to make him fall off his broom.

You watch in horror as Sirius tried his best to catch up. It was only 2 feet from dropping to his death did he manage to grab James' arm and prop him up enough for both of them to tumble down and roll on the grass, avoiding pummeling straight down to multiply the bones they both had in their bodies.

You finally felt your scream escape you as you watched them roll on the grass. You hurriedly exited your seat and ran out of the stands. It felt like a blur, making your way down and running to where he was at.

All you could hear this time was your heart pounding, your blood almost raising to your head with how much you worried. You ran straight to James to who remained lying on the ground as the Professors were just a few steps behind you rushing in as well.

You dropped to your knees beside him, grabbing him to make sure there was still a sign of life in him. You called his name desperately many times as you shook his entire frame.

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"It was probably my fault." Sirius was the first one to break the silence. Remus was quick to turn to him with a frown.

"Don't say that," Remus interjected right away. "No one could've seen it. It was unexpected."

"But it was my job to keep those buggers away from him," Sirius clenched his jaw. His position of leaning against the stone pillar not hiding his trembling frame. "I should've -"

"You saved him." You cut him off, your strong voice bouncing off the infirmary walls. "He would've just dropped down to die if you didn't act fast enough to catch him. By the time he was falling, some of the audience were still watching the Seekers."

Peter only nodded in silence, his eyes red from crying.

"Had you not been quick to dive after him, he would not be here in this room, but somewhere else getting treated for worse injuries." Remus added, agreeing to your words.

"You saved him, you're an incredible friend, Sirius." You give him a small smile which he returned, although you still see the strain in it.

"Did they say when he will wake up?" Peter asked, finally speaking up through his sniffles.

You shake your head, looking down at your hand in his. You are so not used to this, watching him lie so vulnerably like this. "They did not say, but they assured me that he's fine. Nothing is broken."

"That's a good thing, then. A fall like that would have been fatal, had it not been for Moony." Remus pats Sirius on the shoulder, your eyes did not miss the way Sirius followed his hand when he retracted it after the action.

You choose to ignore it and turn back to James' sleeping frame. You squeeze his hand. "He's a fighter, always been. He'll surely wake up in no tim-"

Not even getting the chance to finish your words, his eyes opened. It blinked many times to adjust to the light but you were already grinning so widely to see him regain conciousness.

"Bloody hell, the wonder boy lives." Sirius cheers as if he wasn't just moping and being all depressing moments ago. He walked over to James' bed, the opposite side of you to greet his best friend. "You bloody mutt! You finally decided to wake up, eh?"

Remus and Peter approached as well.

"Takes more than that to bring down a Potter, huh?" Remus joked.

"James Potter lives." Peter chimed in.

You ignore their jokes and dove right in to hug him, making sure you didn't put down all your weight on him and breathed in his familiar scent.

He's fine, you James is fine.

"You twat! I was so worried, I thought I was gonna have to wait on you to wake up for days or weeks."

You pull away smiling softly at him while he remained frowning. He scanned the people around him and the confusion left him as he saw the familiar faces of his best friends.

"Still disoriented, isn't he?" Peter asked Remus who hesitantly nodded at him. "Wakey wakey, Prongs."

"You worried the bloody hell out of us, mate." Sirius laughed, patting him on the chest.

"What- " James looked down, about to grab his head when he realized a weight rested on his hand. He looked down to find yours on top of his and immediately retracted it.

The action made the other three boys frown, it made your heart drop. You stare at him, you smile fading by the second as you start to drink him in.

His appearance, it is exactly like James. Your James. But those eyes, the way he looked at you like he did not know you, like you were a stranger made your skin crawl and it was then you slowly started to realize -

"Who are you?" James asked.

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"Come on, mate. This is not funny." Remus scolded him, attempting to console you while a light tap on your shoulder as he stood next to you, looking down on James.

"What's not funny?" James asked, frowning still. "Why am I here and - what're you doing?"

You could feel your ears almost ring from the realization. It was slowly dawning on you while the other boys struggled to understand just what is happening.

"Sod off, Prongs. You gave ____ a big scare, it's not right to joke about it." Sirius was telling him off which was unusual but he's grown close to you enough through the years - he was your biggest supporter, he didn't like seeing your face react to James' words.

"What do you mean? And who is ____?"

You could almost laugh. Quidditch always scared you because of how dangerous it was but you let him soar free because he was a free bird when you met him, you weren't about to change that but here it is, your fears manifesting to a brutal reality.

"It's really not funny -" Peter was interrupted.

James sat up abruptly. "I don't understand you lot, I am telling you I don't know who that is." He points at you and the action made you want to throw up.

"Did he hit his head that hard?" Remus asked, starting to deduce the situation and forming theories right away as he was always the smart and rational one. "Prongs, you had an accident during Quidditch yesterday and you just woke up now."

"Yeah, mate. It was a big thing and your girlfriend, ____ has been with you all night." Sirius added.

"I have a girlfriend?" James frowned and looked at you, you begged yourself to look away so you woulnd't see how he looked at you like he was looking at a complete stranger but your eyes refused to move.

Instead they met his gaze bravely and every second felt like a stab to your chest.

"You've been together for 2 years, ____, tell him." Peter nudged you but your words would not come out.

You dared not move nor speak, in fear of what you'd show them. You knew you'd break down and you didn't want to show any of them that.

You swallowed it all down and just blankly stared back.

"If this is another prank you lot are pulling, it's not funny, we all know Lily is the only one for me."

Bloody fucking mumbling hell. That hurt.

to be continued . . .

part two | masterlist

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Wife to the Winds Epic: The Musical | i

wc: 1.7k a/n: currently obsessed with anything Ancient Greek right now - ESPECIALLY Epic lol. it technically picks up after the song, but if ya wanna here's the animation to it!

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You felt nauseas, sick with fear as you cautiously made your way through the stone corridors.

Distant clash of swords and muffled shouts of Greek soldiers rummaging the palace heightened your urgency. 

With every turn, the looming threat grows: facing an enemy and their weapon stained with the blood of those you've grown to know.

"Lord Apollo...Please...let me be there in time..."you prayed silently, the image of Astyanax's sleeping face urging you forward.

Thoughts racing almost as fast as your feet, you nearly miss a group of men around the corner.

"Imagine the glory we'll have after this!"

Too caught up in conversation, they miss the sight of you slipping into a dark alcove.

"Praise? Forget that! I'm claiming the prettiest whore out of the bunch. You seen all we captured? Deserve some softness after all this."

Hidden in the shadows you're able to take in the blood splatters and dirt on their passing frames.

"You got that right! One thing I'll admit about Troy, they have some nice women..."

You shiver at their crude remarks and wait until their laughter fades into the distance before moving once more.

After a few more dodges and turns, you find the narrow passage and squeeze through.

There, you travel the secret route you'd discovered months ago having spent years exploring every hidden nook and cranny.

The weight of the glass feeding bottle in your hand is a constant reminder of the innocence you're desperate to protect, even as the world around you crumbled. 'I'm on my way Astyanax...'

Inside the walls with only the sound of your heartbeat and the distant chaos; a haunting, pain-filled voice echoes through the air as you near the babe's chamber.

"...I'm just...a man..."

Compelled by the unexpected softness, you peek through a sliver of space at the ornately disguised door (its decorations masterfully concealing its true nature).

There, at the balcony, you're met with the view of Odysseus. And in his hands he drops—

Your heart stops.

No, it shatters.

The baby prince, your charge, your little Astyanax, is...

A heart-wrenching gasp escape your lips, the forgotten milk bottle slipping from your hands to shatter against the stone floor.

Odysseus's head snaps around.

The warrior within him awakened instantly, his eyes narrowing and scanning the shadows.

"Who's there?" he demands, voice sharp and commanding as it sliced through the quiet.

Hand already on the hilt of his dagger, he draws it with a sound that promised death and begins the search.

His feet echoes on the stone floor, each step feeling like a countdown to your end.

The air around you thickens with tension, you struggle to breath against the fear that threatens to overwhelm you.

In hopes of blending in the shadows you press your back harder against the cool wall.

'Be still...Be silent,' you chant even as your heart frantically beat against your ribcage.

Not even daring to breathe too loudly: your inhales and exhales are measured and deliberate despite the panic clawing at your throat.

Memories of Lady Andromache's warnings swirled through your mind—of men turned monsters in the heat of battle, their souls stained with the bloodlust of war.

"The taste of blood...changes a man." Dark brown eyes, somber and knowing, stare into your own. "Leaves him with a hunger for violence that's never fully sated..."

Her words, a distant and cautionary tale you never understood, now rang with terrifying clarity.

With Odysseus so close, the fear becomes so palpable it wraps around you.

Your eyes clamp shut when his footsteps nears, a feeble attempt to shield yourself from the impending horror.

Tears cascade silently down your cheeks in hot paths. There, you mourn not just for the young prince but for yourself and what may come of you.

Suddenly, the footsteps began to fade, leaving a silence so profound it feels like a scream in the void.

Minutes pass, each second an eternity spent in the clutches of fear. Then, there's a sound: the door closing—it cuts sharply through the stillness.

He left...

Relief washes over you, albeit tinged with the sorrow and shock of witnessing your charge's murder.

You wait. Counting each breath, allowing the minutes to stretch until it feels an eternity has passed.

No sound follows, no sign of his presence remains.

Emboldened by the silence and finally convinced, you allow yourself to move.

With cautious steps you emerge from your hiding spot and move toward the center of the room.

The need to escape, to distance yourself from this nightmare of death and close calls pushes you forward.

It's a relief short-lived.

Realizing the silence was a trick, it's already too late: arms encircle you.

The cold kiss of his dagger at your throat shatters any illusion of safety.

His body is pressed against your back, a wall of muscle and tension. You're acutely aware of him—the heat of his breath, the controlled movements, the slight shift as he adjusts his grip on the knife.

Your breath hitches from the terror and despair mingling in your throat, choking you.

"Not a sound," Odysseus whispers, his voice a lethal calm that contrasts the violent actions. "Now tell me: who are you?"

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Your life...choices...everything you had or could have depended on the mercy of the man who had just taken a child from the world.

Fear wars with desperation in your heart. 'Please...let this not be my end. I have so much left to live for...'

"P—please..." you stammer, the words barely escaping your lips. "I won't tell anyone, I swear it. Just let me go..."

"I said," he ignores your pleads, choosing to press the dagger closer for emphasis, "who are you?"

In a flash of desperation and unexpected courage, you act.

With a swift, practiced move born from hours of watching the palace guards train, you suddenly shift your weight.

Pivoting on your heel you wrench his arm away from your throat and use the momentum to twist his wrist; forcing him to drop and send the dagger clattering to the ground.

You jump back, chest heaving with exertion and the shock of your own audacity. You lock eyes with Odysseus who stares at you in stunned silence.

For a moment, he is visibly taken aback; eyes widening not just at the loss of his weapon but at the sight of you.

"By the Gods..." he murmurs, the edge of his battle-hardened demeanor softening as he truly sees you for the first time.

The fire of the torches cast a soft glow on your brown skin, making the stone of the palace around you seem even more dull.

Your hair is nothing he had seen before. There amidst the curls that frame your face, lays a bold streak of white that runs into the mass of hair.

However, it's your eyes that truly captivate him—they glimmer with an intensity of deep grief yet unwavering determination.

For a fleeting moment, the fierceness in his eyes dims as a cascade of thoughts sweep through.

Odysseus, a man who faced gods and monsters...

...a man who has navigated the treacherous whims of fate...

...finds himself lost in the mere mortal beauty before him.

In another life, he might have allowed himself to be drawn in; to explore your being and the depths of those violet eyes. 

The fantasy flickers through his mind of what could have been, momentary indulgence if you will.

Yet, as quickly as it arrived, it is quelled by his love and loyalty for Penelope. The memory of her steadfastness and unwavering faith in his return casts a shadow over any fleeting desire he might feel.

Taking advantage of his internal conflict, you find your voice and interject. "W-wait! I mean no harm nor am I an enemy! I was just trying to survive."

Curiosity piqued, Odysseus gestures for you to continue.

"I come from land that's oceans away, taken against my will. Here, I became a servant for Lady Andromache out of exotic curiosity," Your voice steadies as you speak, gaining strength from the truth of your words. "But then my purpose evolved and I became the caretaker for the prince—a child now dead, through no fault of my own."

The Greek king could only narrow his eyes at you in assessment, voice regaining some of its earlier edge. "And why should I spare you? You are, after all, of Troy."

"Not by choice!" you counter quickly, the words tumbling out, "I am no citizen of Troy, bound by loyalty nor blood. My life here was never of my choosing. My only wish is to live a life beyond wars, serving as a pawn in the games of Gods and Kings."

A smile wry of acknowledgment touches Odysseus' lips.

"You're clever," he admits as the tension in the room shifts, becoming less hostile.

"But why should I trust you?" he probes further, bending down to retrieve his dagger yet making no move to use it. "You, who managed to disarm me?"

Your gaze held a weariness it almost felt bone-deep,, "I have nothing left. The same ambush that brought me here as a servant...massacred my family. The only wish I have now is to live a life of medicine, as my mother was and hers before her. My hands are meant for healing, not for war. Let me serve in your kingdom, and I promise, my loyalty will be yours."

Silence hangs between you two, thick with possibilities.

Then, slowly, a smile begins to form on Odysseus's lips; the first genuine smile he's probably shown in years.

"A barter, then. You propose your freedom for my journey home?"

"Yes!" your voice is firmer now, pushed by his response. "I have skills, knowledge that can aid you. Take me with you, and I swear to devote myself in ensuring your safe return to Ithaca without further misfortune."

Odysseus studies you for a long moment, weighing your words and the sincerity in your eyes. "You truly believe you can ensure my safe passage home? After everything?"

You keeping eye contact with him, the intensity of your gaze unwavering. "With all my heart..."

The quiet that follows is heavy with contemplation, with the unspoken thoughts that flicker behind his eyes.

Finally, he nods, a decision made.

"Very well. But know this," he adds, his tone leaving no room for doubt, "any betrayal, and it will be the last thing you do."

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IN BETWEEN. charlie bushnell x reader – masterfile

playing ... in between by gracie abrams

SYNPOSIS. when a girl's co-star is good to her and now she wants it more than everything in between. (smau)

DETAILS. a charlie bushnell x filipino!reader social media au (that is cross posted on wattpad - reineinginmanila)

A/N. by the way, if not obvious! i'm filipino and english isn't really my first language so forgive me if there are some mistakes

00. prologue | HOLY GROUND

01. SPARKS FLY

02. WELCOME TO NY

03. ENCHANTED

04. I CAN SEE YOU

05. LOGICAL

06. NONSENSE

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The Cruel Prince Characters (Part 3)

Artist: @frostbite.studios

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WE WONNN