#Poseidon my little menace

[6bluebells]

Okay but like. Poseidon with a rope dart (he weapon <3)

…Yes<3

It's always on him, hidden, until he just pulls it out of nowhere.

The amount of people that have been injured (either accidentally or on purpose) is too high to count, and the number of times it had been confiscated is even higher, but somehow Poseidon always manages to get it back. No one knows how, they just do.

Everyone has just about given up trying to take the rope dart away - Poseidon is a menace enough on his own, an extra weapon isn't needed. And even when someone managed to finally take it away and destroy it, Poseidon just showed up with another one the very next hour (he has a collection)

[birdiewriteslit]

Omg I love Persassy LOL. I was thinking maybe you could do an imagine where Percy knows about Luke and Reader but doesn’t like it and sasses them all the time but so basically Luke and Reader are kind of having a “date night” but in Luke’s cabin and they’re just like laying in his bed and stuff but the morning after, Percy is wondering the Reader is because the Reader is his half sister and like he goes the Luke’s cabin to ask him where Reader is and he finds them asleep in the same bed and he gets mad and sassy and starts lecturing Reader and Luke while they’re all confused because they just woke up🤣🤣

omg yes i can totally do this

luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader

warnings: persassy (do i even have to say it?), fluff, general show plot ignorance

Percy was staring at you with an unpleasant look on his face as you stole glances at Luke from the Poseidon table.

“Can you not do that in front of my dinner?”

Luke met your eyes from across the room. He grinned at you and you smiled dreamily back at him. “Do what?”

“Ogle him,” Percy said as though it was obvious.

You snapped your gaze to Percy’s. “I’m not ogling him.”

“You so are. Please refrain,” he persisted.

“How about you refrain from having an attitude?” you countered.

“This attitude is your fault,” he sassed, flicking a pea at you.

You caught it before as it rolled off the table and flung it back at his face. He flinched as it hit him and it fell on the floor. “You’re impossible.”

Percy shrugged. “You love me.”

You didn’t say anything. You would be lying if you denied it. Percy seemed to understand anyway, as he held back from sharing any thoughts about Luke for the rest of the meal.

If there was one thing you knew about your half-brother, it was that he was a little menace. He was always telling off your boyfriend for random things. These things mostly consisted of Luke’s actions in hypothetical situations Percy had made up.

He was also always telling you that you were too good for Luke. You were sure he would say that about any guy you dated though, because Luke was probably the best guy around.

He was always nice to Percy, and he easily combatted his sass, which you honestly thought Percy secretly enjoyed.

Deep down, you knew Percy actually liked Luke and looked up to him a lot, not that he would ever admit it.

After campfire that night, Luke was at your cabin, swinging the door open and calling your name.

“What do you want?” Percy responded rudely.

“Take a guess,” Luke said, unbothered.

“Percy, watch your attitude,” you said, walking toward the door and giving Luke a quick kiss.

“Bleh. Stop being nasty in here,” Percy objected.

“Lucky for you, we’re leaving.”

“Where are you going?”

You didn’t answer him and let the door swing shut behind you as you left the cabin.

“Y/n?” he called from inside.

Luke held your hand as you walked together to his cabin. Some of his siblings were asleep when you entered, and some of them let out a few teasing comments, but all of them were used to you sleeping there every once in a while.

“Lights out,” Luke said, flipping the light switch. A few campers groaned in protest before collapsing onto their beds.

You climbed into Luke’s bunk after him and he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you into his chest. You relaxed into his touch, falling asleep quickly.

The next morning you were not awoken by the sun, but by your brother. “Well, well, well,” he said, standing over the bunk with his arms folded.

“Perce?” you said, sleep evident in your voice. “What are you doing here?”

“You weren’t in the cabin when I woke up, so I used my critical thinking skills, and here we are,” he explained.

Luke stirred next to you, taking his hand off of your hip to rub his eyes. “Baby? Has the conch blown yet?”

“Yeah, thirty minutes ago. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. How irresponsible,” Percy scoffed.

“Next time, we’ll sleep in our cabin, so you can wake us up at the right time,” you suggested.

Percy scrunched up his face in disgust. “Absolutely not. I don’t need to hear whatever weird stuff you freaks get up to. I need my beauty sleep, but you probably wouldn’t understand that, Luke.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Luke asked, offended.

“Hurry up and get dressed. I hate sitting alone,” Percy demanded and left you and Luke alone in the cabin again.

You turned back into his warmth, refusing to get out of bed. Luke got the message, pulling the blanket up over you. Percy could survive one day without you at the table.

[percyluvr]

helloo, could i request a leo valdez x daughter of poseidon!reader headcanons? thanks 🦈

leo valdez x daughter of poseidon!reader summary: hcs for leo with a daughter of poseidon reader

when y'all first started dating, percy was a bit of a hater

y'know after the whole......... firing on the romans thing

but after a while it was fine

bc y'all r too damn cute

you sneak out of cabin 3 to go see leo a lot

and it's kinda annoying to percy sometimes

cuz you're nowhere near as sneaky as you think you are

but he likes it bc then he can have annabeth over

so it's kinda a win win

but anyways!

you guys sneak out to go sit near the lake

and just cuddle and talk

sometimes y'all fall asleep

and wake up to water splashing your face (it's percy)

other times you sleep in cabin 9

but percy knows either way

he always finds y'all LMFAO

he's so annoying to y'all

but it's all in good fun

bc you and leo prank him back

y'all have like a youtube prank war going on LMAOO

ANYWAYS enough abt percy trynna annoy y'all

leo is such a sweetie

he's always making you things

especially little ocean themed charms for your bracelets

you make him matching bracelets. out of the charms he makes.

UGH my mind

anywho

you sit in cabin 9 watching him make shit

and he gets a lil nervous with you watching him so intensely

sometimes he messes up what he's making because ur so distracting

and he just tries to play it off like he meant to do that

it haunts him at night LMFAOO

anyways

you made him a flame-resistant bracelet bc u know how he was always worried about burning your bracelets

and he actually cried

like he bursted out into tears and gave u the tightest hug ever

he might've cracked one of your ribs

shhh don't tell anyone..

he LOVES when you take him underwater

y'all just be chillin down there from time to time

until percy starts lurking down there too...

percy is a menace to y'all frl

during meals, y'all always sit at the same table

consequences be damned

everyone at camp is SO sick of y'all

pda central i swear

this man COULD NOT get his hands off of you to save his life LMFAO

always cuddling at campfires

late night swims n shiiiii

if ur ever cold

yk he's got u bbygirl

hes like a damn heater

but like

he cant turn it off

so ur like dying of a heat stroke when yall cuddle during the summer

he feels bad

but he loves being close to u

he's always thinking ab how lucky he is to have u

and how he doesnt deserve u

and u know that he thinks that

so ur always reassuring him that hes good enough and u will always love him

hes pretty insecure but he tries to play it off as no big deal

but ur always there for him

and thats something he loves ab u

y'all just get each other on a different levellll

poseidon lowk LOVES him

#prouddad vibes

and hephaestus loves u too

yall lowk got ur dads to be besties

thats how powerful yall r together

y'all are always tg

like 24/7

yall schedule to be in charge of the same activities so you dont have to be away from each other

how yall dont get sick of each other is BEYOND ME

ig thats just how it be when ur in love!

[justonemorechapternicercy]

Hi friend! I saw you were taking halloween percico prompts and was hoping you'd write something with werewolf!Nico spending time with Percy. ♥

Yay! Thank you!!! 💕💕💕

"DON'T EAT THAT!" Percy shouted in alarm.

Nico froze, looking like a deer in a headlight, a piece of Kinder chocolate dangling from his mouth.

"That could kill you!" Percy explained, tearing the chocolate out of Nico's hand, throwing it away as if it was a dangerous bomb that needed to be neutralized. It took Nico a minute, but then he realized, and it took a lot of him to not groan.

"Percy," he sighed, resisting the urge to facepalm. "I'm a werewolf. Not a dog. Chocolate is not dangerous to me."

His boyfriend continued to stare at him with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows, not budging even the tiniest.

"You don't know that! It might still kill you!"

Nico sighed again, hugging his ridiculous boyfriend close. "I ate a lot of chocolate before! You know that. You've seen me stress eat chocolate all the time! You even baked me a chocolate cake for my birthday!"

Percy's lips trembled, "I did… oh my god, I made you chocolate cake. And chocolate chip cookies. And brownie! I could have killed you!"

"Babe. My love, my heart," Nico kissed the top of Percy's head. "You knowing that I'm a werewolf didn't change anything. I can eat everything I ate before, and chocolate doesn't hurt me, not even a bit. It doesn't upset my stomach, I don't get allergic reactions, nothing. Chocolate is safe for me."

Percy sighed, and relaxed in his arms. "Sorry for freaking out. I'm still new in… all of this, and I… I might have some nightmares about all the ways you could be hurt. I don't want you to be hurt." Nico could feel Percy's lips against his neck pouting, his breath tickling the sensitive skin. His boyfriend was ridiculous.

He was so precious to Nico.

"I adore you," he confessed, easily holding up Percy, coaxing him to wrap his legs around him. It was like carrying a feather-

A very nice, sexy, adorable, pretty and cute feather.

"Mmm," Percy purred, nuzzling his face into Nico's neck as if he was the canine. "Is this going to be a thing now? 'Cuz I think I could get used to being carried by my very handsome and very strong boyfriend."

"It could be," Nico replied in a smug tone. "I could carry you anywhere and everywhere you wanted," he said, putting Percy down on the couch. He wanted to snuggle with him until it was time to change-

And then snuggle with him a bit more.

"Can we watch a movie?" Percy asked, and Nico handed him the remote controller without a question. His boyfriend shifted so they could both face the TV more comfortably and opened the Disney+ account Poseidon paid for for all of his kids.

"Of course you'd want to watch a Disney movie," he chuckled. It quickly turned into a delighted smile when he saw which movie his boyfriend chose.

"Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems in a place perhaps you've seen in your dreams…" They both quoted the opening scene and sang the song with the characters. Watching Nightmare before Christmas while snuggling with his boyfriend who knew about the secret he hid for so long… Nico was finally truly happy.

It was around the middle of the movie, Jack just got back from Christmas' place, when Nico felt his world shift. It was not painful, nothing like in the movies; no cracking bones and painful howls, but it was disorienting. It was better when he was laying down, there wasn't much height difference then, but the times it took him by surprise when standing, the sudden change always left him dizzy and confused.

"Hi little guy," Percy cooed. Nico growled; it wasn't like he was that much smaller! He was a respectable sized young wolf, still a growing boy!

His boyfriend just laughed and pressed a loud smacking smooch on his snout. "I'm just teasing you, you big boy!" He grinned.

Nico huffed, then slowly, deliberately licked Percy across his face, who snorted, and pushed him away with an exaggerated disgusted face. "You menace!" He complained jokingly.

Nico wanted to say that pot called the kettle black, but he couldn't, so he just licked Percy again.

It was so much more fun to spend the full moon with his boyfriend than it was faking emergencies and business trips and other little lies to hide his condition. He was so blessed to have Percy Jackson in his life. He didn't care about Hades' opinion on his choices in boyfriends, nor his distain for Percy. Percy Jackson was a blessing, and not a curse his father always accused him to be.

"Going to make something… you want some… hm. Mac and cheese?"

Nico growled.

"That's a no, I guess. Okay, what about pizza? You like pizza!"

Another growl and a disgusted sniff. Nico couldn't talk, but it was okay. His boyfriend knew all his feelings about pizza that was not made from scratch. He loves pizza, sure- but not that American abomination with more crust than toppings.

"Burgers, maybe?"

Nico barked. Burger was good. Burger was great!

"Hamburger it is," Percy nodded, and soon their little apartment was smelling like cooked meat and barbecue sauce. When he was done, they settled back to the couch, watching another movie - Corpse Bride -, sharing pieces of hamburger. Percy sometimes teased him, making him chase his boyfriend's hand that offered but did not provide meal, like the evil menace he was, and when they finished the meal, they snuggled up against each other again.

Percy's soft voice sang Emily's song quietly. His tail wagged in his happiness, lazily thumping against Percy's thigh. Never feeling more content than that time, the werewolf let his eyelids drop, relaxing on top of his beloved human's body. One warm hand scratched his ear, and another petted his back, making him whine softly for more when they stopped. Feeling warm and comfortable, his boyfriend's breathing lulled him into deep sleep.

[that-little-fucking-shit]

Poseidon Gaiêochos

It's called being a god! If I wanna sing all about how "ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves" and then mercilessly (heh?) hate it forever afterwards, I can! What'cha gonna do about? [Champ?]

God of the Seas; King of the Oceans; Third Ruler of Atlantis; Husband of Amphitrite Nereida

Do not know me.

My Badass, Adoring, Powerful Wife Who Could Kill You Even Before You Know What You Did Wrong [Amphitrite Nereida] - @amusing-little-things

My Amusing Little Girlfriend, Who Would Absolutely Love To Eat You Where You Stand [The Siren "Penelope"] - @totally-penelope-and-not-a-siren

My Children, Each Terrifying Little Menaces In Their Own Way (Yes, Even Triton. Do Not Test The "Best" Of Us) [Triton, Kymopoleia, & Rhodos] - @sea-siblings

My Brother, Who I'd Like To Both Strangle And Follow On A Good Day (Yes, I Do Have "Good" Days. You Just Don't See Them Often) [Zeus Kronia] - @by-the-decree-of-my-crown

My Sister--And Also Sister-In-Law--Who I Would Gladly Watch Tear Down Olympus And Everything We Currently Stand Within (Go On, Sister, Let It All Out. Kill Your Son) [Hera Kronia] - @heraaaaaaaa

Tags:

↳ Aww You Know Me - Poseidon Interactions

↳ Please Don't Drag Me Into This; I Don't Wanna - Mod/OOC Interactions

[boabelboo]

mia posted about finnick as the son of poseidon au and it made me think of my little mizzen/pjo crossover idea where mizzen is the percabeth child. just picture the little menace but with the wit of annabeth and the chaos of percy. that’s mizzen to me.

THAT IS MIZZEN. CANON. NO QUESTIONS ASKED.

ahh im loving seeing these in my ask box after that absolute hell of a break ilysm ❤️

[11queensupreme11]

Maybe it’s just my deteriorating pea brain but I feel like apollos the type to sing I'm Just a Girl in Love by Crazy Ex-Girlfriend while twirling his hair. Idk he just seems like the type.

Also I’m wondering if the other gods found out Percy can cook I wonder if they’ll have a stroke. Since they’re all like “ew cooking is such a peasant thing “ or would her little Besotted menaces want her to bake for them ?

at first, some of them were like "ew cooking is such a peasant/pointless thing" (apollo, poseidon, beelzebub, and loki) but then they get obsessed with the thought of percy cooking and baking for them 💀

[persephoneflowerpetals]

It would be cute if Zeus and/or Poseidon walked in on Hades having a heartwarming moment with one of his kids and they are happy that their little brother actually has a heart and he feels embarrassed when they catch him being on all fatherly.

OMG I THINK OF THIS ALL THE TIME SKSHKDHDJD

I headcanon that Hades usually talks to his kids normally when they’re babies kinda like he’s having a conversation with them, but when nobody’s around he’s constantly cooing at them and doing silly baby talk to them because, dang it, he just loves his kids so much and they’re so adorable! Lol!

But seriously, Zeus or Poseidon walking in on him being all fatherly and cute with his kids would be so funny and adorable! Like, it’s very evident that Hades is crazy about his wife and loves his children with his entire being, but actually seeing him go all soft for his little ones is just so cute, but also jarring since he’s like, this big intimidating god of the underworld lol. Also, if Pain and Panic ever catch him doing that by accident he either threatens them or uses his powers on them and basically makes them swear to never talk about it lol

Hades: Who’s my little Prince of the Underworld, huh? Is that you? Yes it is! You’re my little princey-wincey! Yes you are! You’re my little guy! *starts cooing and baby talking while tickling Zagreus who is laughing and giggling*

Zeus: *walks into Zagreus’ nursery* Oh and by the way, Hades. I-

Hades: *freezes and acts like nothing happened*

Zeus: Awww! How cute!? Bonding with your son!

Hades: *frowns* I was just changing his diaper, but if you wanna call that “bonding” then sure, yeah, we were bonding. *picks up Zagreus and holds him*

Zeus: Any time you spend with your kids at that age is bonding, brother! *pats Hades on the back* It was pretty cute though! Who knew you were such a softie! Ha ha!

Hades: *points at Zeus* Hey! I am not soft or cute! Okay? Dark and menacing? Sure. Devilishly handsome? Absolutely, but soft and cute? No way.

Zeus: *chuckles and shakes his head* If you say so, Hades.

Domestic Hades is my drug HSKDHKDHDJD 💙

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The calm before the storm

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/oPifYTx by SageRivers In which a Demi-god daughter of Hades and Persephone finds herself entangled with the miraculous and the batfamily. Belladonna has been trough a lot in her lifetime, so what is a little more excitement. Moving to Gotham was not what she was expecting, but it is welcome. She feels more at home there, but she finds out that the city is sentient and an eldritch horror. There are many timeline inconsistencies, bad people, and weird tacos. So throw Belladonna, a sentient city, timeline inconsistencies, and an unknowing cryptid together and you get absolute fucking chaos. A story that is actually filled with plot and a lot of trauma for a character. It turns into a beautiful masterpiece known as fanfiction. This is my first book on AO3 but I'm trying so please be nice. Words: 5792, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: Multi Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Damian Wayne, Titus | Damian Wayne's Dog, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Barbara Gordon, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Talia al Ghul, Lila Rossi, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Akuma Class, Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Will Solace, Hades (Percy Jackson), Persephone (Percy Jackson), Hecate (Percy Jackson), Nyx (Percy Jackson), Poseidon (Percy Jackson), Original Akumatized Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Alfred Pennyworth, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Duke Thomas, Chloé Bourgeois, Kagami Tsurugi, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Luka Couffaine Relationships: To Be Decided, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Batfamily Members (DCU) & Original Character(s), Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Original Character(s), Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Protective Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Bella is mute, Damian Wayne is Robin, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Damian Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Language Barrier, Bruce Wayne is a Bad Parent, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Jason Todd is Bad at Feelings, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Tim Drake is Bad at Self-Care, Tim Drake is Bad at Feelings, Tim Drake is Not Okay, Tim Drake is a Good Sibling, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson is Bad at Feelings, Dick Grayson is a victim, Dick Grayson is a Better Parent Than Bruce Wayne, OOC characters, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Stephanie brown is not good in this, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Good Older Sibling Barbara Gordon, Bruce Wayne Bashing, they need therapy but won't go, cassandra cain is a good sibling, the gods are more like the myths sorta, Gotham is sentient, Gotham city is an eldritch horror, tim drake is a menace to society read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/oPifYTx

[rukia-writes]

Chapter 1 -Hades

❤︎︎Masterlist ❤︎︎

Warnings: 18+, Dick print

“I should have you all punished for doing this of all days.”

“What are you? idiots?!”

“Yeah! Today is a very important day for (Name) and this is what you do?!”

Odin, the all father, was angered as he saw his daughter and the valkyries Thrud, Goll, and Reignleif were soaked from playing in the ocean that was nearby all afternoon.

As (Name) first suitor was on the way.

Today just wasn’t the day.

“It’s my fault, I wanted to have a little …fun.”

“Are you insane?! Your first suitor is on the way and you’re out playing?!”

“What insolence!”

Hunnin and Muninn made their stance known that this “playing” was unacceptable. Before either valkyrie could say anything Odin told (Name) to quickly get ready and told the valkyries not to come near (Name) for the entire day. As the king of Asgard the valkyries did as they were told while muttering a “sorry” to (Name) as they passed by her.

“Father, it was just a little swim.”

“Enough. Go and get ready. Your first suitor will be here shortly. You can have fun later.”

Odin spoke with his usual tone of authority, bowing (Name) walked out of Odin’s muttering under her breath how Thor didn’t have to go thru all this.

“I heard that.”

Odin stated as (Name) covered her mouth remembering how her father had excellent hearing. Once in her room, Odin sent his ravens to make sure she wouldn’t escape. Knowing his daughter all too well, granted she was beautiful but a little stubborn.

Before either had suspected, (Name)’s first suitor had arrived at entrance of Odin’s palace. Of course, (Name) wasn’t quite ready and the two ravens were helping by throwing perfume at (Name) or her shoes as they were actually really nervous about him showing here in Asgard. Still, when asked who the first suitor was the two ravens didn’t say anything. Mainly because they were fighting with themselves, they were just a little scared.

Thinking to herself, if it was Poseidon (Name) would be scared herself. The sea god was a menace sometimes, regardless of how hot he was.

“Is it Poseidon?”

“You’re in luck! It’s Hades actually!”

“Yeah! Poseidon is your next suitor tho-“

It was silent.

Dead silent.

The two birds covered their beaks as they had just did something that Odin told them not to, the two birds looked at each other then at (Name) who was stunned until she rushed down stairs with the two ravens begging the princess not to tell Odin. However, their pleas fell on deaf ears as (Name) stopped to peak around the corner and sure enough down in the corridor was the king of Helheim talking with Odin.

“I can’t go down there. Do you know who that is?”

(Name) felt her palms become sweaty as her heart beat increased with each passing moment. The two ravens placed themselves on her shoulders and told her that she had to go down there, there wasn’t a choice to be made. Peeking around the corner (Name) got a good look at Hades, tall, handsome and a king.

All in one package.

Speaking of which, (Name) didn’t leave one body part of Hades unturned.

“…He has a big dick. I can tell.”

“Lady (Name)! Stop being a perv!”

“Yeah! Don’t look at his dick!”

The two ravens were so loud in their scolding that their words echoed throughout Odin’s palace, and of course the two chief gods heard.

Outside of Odin’s palace there was a table set for the king of underworld and the princess of Asgard. While (Name) was positively embarrassed replaying the event with the ravens, Hades was rather cool about everything.

“It’s a nice day, isn’t it?”

“Hm? Oh-Yes it is.”

Hades sighed mentally as he tried to strike up conversation with the lovely princess. Unfortunately, (Name) was still embarrassed from earlier. Odin was currently giving the two ravens a scolding for it.

“Where is your brother, Thor?”

“He’s out on business at the moment. He should return soon.“

“And where is Loki?”

“..out causing trouble. How are things in Helheim?”

“Same as usual. Well, it has been rather busy lately.”

It was late, but the two had broken the ice and began to talk with each other. Slight flirting here and there but nothing out of line, however had to tease the princess of Asgard just a little.

“By the way, I hear your father is a god of poetry. Do you write a little poetry yourself?”

“Of course-I mean, I’m not as good as my father. But I’m decent.”

“That’s good to hear, maybe you could give me a verse or two. You can even start writing a verse or two about my big dick.”

Even though, it was impolite (Name) couldn’t help but spew her tea off to the side at Hades words. A chuckle erupted from Hades as he watched the now flustered princess try to gather herself.

“No-I mean-sure- no, what I mean is, I apologize for the lustful thoughts. I’m sure you have a nice dick-I mean -I’m sure you have a great dick-no- what I mean is-“

The more (Name) tried to apologize the more Hades laughed, the princess eventually stopped as she had become flustered beyond belief. Patting her back, Hades told her it was fine and that he wasn’t offended. Hades, offered his hand for her to hold as he mentioned going for a walk.

Before long, the sun was setting in Asgard.

Odin thought to himself that Hades and (Name) were out for a long time. Odin hoped things were going well as he actually hoped Hades would be the one to win his daughter’s heart as he believed Hades to be the most reliable and family oriented. The other four he wasn’t so sure about, Odin only came out of his thoughts when he heard his laughter.

Looking out his window he saw Hades and (Name) talking near the entrance. While it was true Odin was ready for his daughter to find love, the sight of Hades smiling and him having his left arm wrapped around (Name)’s waist made the all father nod his head reluctantly acknowledge that his little girl wasn’t little anymore.

Hades would be a great match, Odin was sure.

Hades and (Name) had walked in the gardens for awhile, time seemed to pass quickly even though it was slow at first. (Name) did ask Hades about visiting Helheim one day and of course he agreed. Unfortunately, their time was short as Hades had business in Helheim and had to leave. Not before giving his newfound princess a kiss on the hand, earning a flustered princess now.

Hades found it adorable regardless.

(Name) told her father everything that happened between her and Hades. Not everything, the princess did leave a few things out. Odin was pleased even though he kept his usual stoic expression, Hades was the one Odin truly wanted to have his daughter. However, the choice was ultimately up to her. As if on cue, a surge of energy swept through Odin’s throne room and Thor appeared. Hunnin and Muninn covered their beaks with their wings as they didn’t want to spill any more secrets.

“You’re back quicker than expected brother.”

Thor heard his younger sister welcome him back home, Thor simply nodded only to look at his sister with curiosity. Pointing to her dress Thor only asked “What with the dress?” A simple question that raised the tension in the room.

“She had dancing lessons today.”

Odin was quick to come to (Name)’s defense, nodding her head with a smile (Name) agreed with her father. Thor was rather silent, but he could tell something was a miss.

“I heard Hades was here. For what reason did he leave Helheim?”

Hunnin and Muninn gasped as they covered beaks still, Odin was all knowing but how Thor found this information he wasn’t sure. However, Odin had an answer for that as well.

“We had to talk about a situation in Helheim. I plan on going there soon.”

Thor heard his father but for some reason he just wasn’t convinced. Instead, Thor merely shrugged it off as he simply retired to his room. Muninn mentioned how protective Thor could be as a brother. Odin dismissed his daughter reminding her of next suitor to arrive in a few days time.

(Name) was really nervous about her next suitor, While Hades was sophisticated and a quiet individual he wasn’t cold, Poseidon on the other hand could be. That night, was getting ready for bed while thinking about everything that happened. Sure, it may have started out rough but everything worked out fine.

As if on cue, (Name) had received a text message from Hades asking when he would see her again. Hades was rather sly as he had turned a simple text message into all nighter. The next day, Thor did notice his sister was on her phone a lot, giggling about something while showing Thrud her phone, both seeming to fan girl about something. Thor found it all strange, yet he never pursued anything opting to sleep instead.

Quicker than expected, the day had arrived for the second suitor to arrive and true to his nature Poseidon was on time.

🎀Rukia-Writes🎀

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Hello my stars! It's me again,

🌻Happy Mother's Day!!!!!!!🌻

For this special occasion I've decided to draw my four fav disney villains with their moms!!! I feel really happy with how they all came out & I just adore each one of them!!!! I've been wanting to draw my own version of what their parents would look like for a while now & today is the perfect opportunity to do so!

So the first one is Facilier & his mom who I've name Jeanne Facilier, she's mostly known for her fine quilts, blankets, pillows & most importantly her healing abilities. People in town would call her "Mama Jeanne" for her caring personality while Mrs. La Bouff called "Jenny", she only lets her friends call her that though.

Next we have Hades & his mother Rhea, I wanted to design her to look more like Hades & Poseidon rather than Zeus since their designs were more inspiring to work with, I don't know a whole lot about her but I like to head cannon that she's a loving & determined mother who'd do whatever she can to protect her babies, no matter what challenges she confronts.

Now we got Shan & his warrior mom, I looked up some Mongolian names & found the name Zolzaya which means "luck" or "destiny". I was finding it kinda difficult to find her a name that didn't mean "lilly" or "golden flower" since let's face it, she ain't no flower! No, her family enherited a powerful gift that would bind them to an animal companion, hers was a sun bear who heroically gave it's life to save her from a large white tiger. To keep him close to her she wears his fur, & in his honor she wears the skin of the tiger he killed for her to proclaim his loyalty.

Finally we have Frollo & his mother, Céline Frollo. Elegant, regal, & extremely intelligent, Céline was a devoted mother to Claude & his brother, she taught them both many different things even though Claude was the only one listening, she loved her boys with all her heart. But be warned, provoke this woman & you shall see a stare so menacing & cold, all the windows fog up!

I hope you guys enjoyed viewing this as well as reading a little bit about them!

🌟🌻Happy Mother's Day My Stars🌻🌟

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Percy Jackson Fic Recs

 who even cares about reputation? by rubiesanddiamonds

She decides she really likes his laugh. And his voice. And his general aura. A lot. 

*punk!percy and girly!annabeth*

what’s a god to a nonbeliever? by Almas

It’s not that he’s “hung up on The Menace” as Dionysus so delicately put it. It’s just that it’s a bad idea. Awful, really. Percy Jackson’s got off-limits stamped across his pretty little forehead. If Zeus had sent Dionysus to that demigod camp over a nymph, then Poseidon would certainly toss him into Tartarus if he went near his son. 

*on hiatus*

To Make a Legend by WardofWinters (QoLife)

Percy was having a normal day at the beach, until he decided to try to waterbend like Katara from his favorite show.Problem is, he succeeds. Now he has to figure out how to waterbend, and keep the normal people from finding out they have a waterbender in their midst.Finding out he's actually a child of Poseidon will probably explain a few things. (Used to be named Avatar: The Legend of Percy)

*Is a series, should have at least have basic Avatar: The Last Airbender knowledge*

Silver Screen by herecomesthepun

in which Annabeth is a YouTuber with a penchant for Harry Potter sweaters and Percy is a rockstar who falls in love with the clumsy web star presenting his award. Percabeth, AU.

Of Gods and Men by plottingalong

The order of things are changing. Old rules are shifting, old gods awakening. Percy Jackson must come to terms with his own mortality, or rather, the lack of it. 

And I will swallow my pride (In hopes of a final goodbye) by IzzyMRDB

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep." ~Robert Frost

-

Rhea thought the fight was over when she handed Luke that blade. The war she fought for others was over. She was wrong. Now a thousand miles and a thousand years from home, all alone with just the ghost of a curse to accompany her in her travels, she will only fight for the wars she chooses.

"I promise." It tastes like a lie, but I know I’ll do my best to fulfill it. How am I to make the gods listen when they don’t even know who I am?

Hold Tight and Pretend It’s a Plan by Rynna_Aurelia

Olympus has fallen. The second Gigantomachy has ended far differently than the first, and in Gaea's triumph, the world has been torn apart. But the Fates have seen what ends their failed meddling brought Western Civilization, look on at the dead—and undo what should never have happened the only way they possibly can. Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon, is returned to his twelve-year-old self, memories intact and determined to save everyone he can. But he is not alone. The Moirai underestimated the strength of the Lord of Time when stealing his power, and there is something about this particular demigod brat that intrigues him. . .

 Perseus Jackson came roaring to life with a violent gasp, green eyes wild. After a moment of panicked flailing and struggling to breathe, his fear-filled gaze settled upon a girl with blonde hair and stormy grey eyes, her face stern and unimpressed.

 "You drool in your sleep."

Trading Tomorrow by Darkmagyk, loosingletters

Percy Jackson arrives at Camp Half-Blood bruised and bleeding, with the knowledge that he's the son of a god and his mother is dead. His little display with the Minotaur has caught the attention of the camp. But he’s not sure it is good attention, yet. Only the Hermes Cabin's not-quite Co-counselor Theseus, ‘call me Theo,’ doesn't treat him like a fascinating zoo exhibit. Which would be a relief, except he looks exactly like Percy: same green eyes, same trouble making smile, same black hair. The only differences are the fact that Theo is six years older, covered in battle scars, and the black tattoo on his arm. A trident and the letters SPQR.

Theo is eighteen, powerful, and unclaimed. And his resemblance to Percy could set a dangerous precedent.

*pretty much everything by Darkmagyk is amazing*

i could be your hero by sundaysabotage

“I just don’t get it,” he huffs to Will as they put up holiday decorations in the unusually quiet infirmary, “they talk to me like I’m supposed to know stuff. Like I’m the new Percy or something.” Nico expects Will to laugh at this, shrug off his concerns as unfounded and tell him he’s being over-dramatic like usual. He is wrong.

“Okay, babe, don’t take this the wrong way. But, you kind of are the new Percy.”

___ Based on a tumblr post I made about Nico being the obvious choice as Camp Half-Blood's unofficial leader when Percy leaves for college. (only no one bothers to tell Nico that)

*some solangelo and Nico being Tired(TM) for you*

Were I That Burning Star by californianNostalgia

 An old panic gripped me—the breathless fear of being forgotten, being lost. Would anyone remember me when I was gone? Would someone think to lay a flower down on my grave and say some fond nothings like, “Was a pretty cool guy, that Lester,” while wiping off a single dramatic tear rolling down their cheek? Oh, who was I kidding. So what if no one remembered? There wasn’t much I was proud to be remembered by anyway.

After defeating Python and bringing down Nero, Phoebus Apollo reclaims his godhood. He is glorious once more. But for some reason, he can't quite make himself go back to how things were before.

(A Character Study of Various Gods, including but not limited to: Apollo, Artemis, Hermes, Aphrodite, Ares, Athena, Hephaestus, Dionysus, and maybe Zeus)

* absolutely beautiful, very philosophical, made me see the gods in a completely different way*

PJO Fic Rec Part 2

Disclaimer: The fanfiction above were not written by me for I am not nearly as creative. However, I am an avid reader and movie buff so these are some of my favorite fanfiction within the fandom. I politely ask that you read the tags attached the fanfiction beforehand so that you know what you are getting yourself into, there may be crossovers. If you don’t like it then don’t read it. In addition, I ask that there be no bashing, the fics are based on my preferences and what I like. Lastly, if there are any specific genre or fandom of fics you want me to get into let me know through my ask box.

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The Siren’s Song

(Technoblade x Reader)

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A/N: Mentions of drowning

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Death was the taste of sea salt on his tongue, lungs filled to the brim with water, and nothing but the crashing waves violently tossing to and fro around him. His body felt sluggish, as he fought to drift up to the top. The sunlight hit the water, and that was his goal, to reach with his bound hands toward the glistening water that looked oh so inviting. Maybe if he had tried harder, he could have gotten there. But the sea… It wasn’t merciful, it didn’t have ears that he could sweet talk. No eyes that he could use his good looks on to charm. The sea was far more powerful than any mere man or woman. But the sea, cannot control those who live in it.

 An enemy, and a feared one to be sure… Just happened upon the scene, wrinkling your nose in disdain at the hybrid in your territory. A tune emitting from your throat, as you circled his body. Long pink hair flowed around his form, acting as a curtain to hide his face from you. You pushed his hair from his face, your eyes meeting the most beautiful dull and lifeless golden eyes. His battle worn face told you tales, and you cupped both sides of his face, your thumbs running over past scars. He had seen many battles… Only for the sea to claim him. It was a shame really.

Oh, what fun the two of you could have had… Would he have been prone to crash his ship at the sound of your song? Questions flew through your mind, and before you knew it… You had your arms around his waist hoisting him to the surface of the very sea who had extinguished his flame. The curiosity was too much. The waves did not favor your actions, as if Poseidon himself made his thoughts clear to you. There wasn’t any sort of land near here, just ocean rocks that jutted up toward the sky. One of those would have to do. You dragged his body to the flattest rock you could find.

 You lean over his body, tilting his face to get a good view of him. You had seen the process to saving a drowned man, when you had successfully charmed a ship captain and his crew. You just push on the chest and give him a kiss… Right…? Thoughts about the kiss had you humming in nervousness, the sound echoing around you.

 Your hands snaked up to his chest, one hand over the other and you pushed on his chest repeatedly. Until it came time to give him the “kiss”. You hesitated over his face, lips just inches from his. Your necklace hanging down from your neck pooling at his chest. You were about to press your lips to his, unsure if this was helping. You could have sworn that you were doing everything right, just like the humans from before. You felt his chest seize up making you back away unsure of what was happening, and he sputtered up water. He was coughing… He was coughing! The action making a joyful note rise from you. You had done it!

 He turned on his side, coughing up everything from his lungs. You watched him curiously, as he regained consciousness. His eyes searched the sky, before they fell upon you. He watched you in a daze, eyes studying your every feature. He was surprisingly calm.

 “I see you’re no angel,” His voice was raspy, as he used his bound hands to push himself up into a sitting position, “So tell me demon, what have I done to be put in this fresh hell with you.” His words were cold, and you found yourself laughing. He was going to be so much fun.

 “Strong words for someone who just saved your life.” Your smirk irritated him, as he used the sharp rock to break the bonds around his wrists. He rubbed at the red marks irritating his skin once he was done.

 “I don’t appreciate a temptress playing with her food.” His voice was gruff, as he took a handful of his hair and started ringing it out the water splattering on the rock below. An amused hum rang out, and you reveled in the look he gave you, his eyes softened at the sound of your voice, and he leaned forward toward you. As soon as your hum stopped his face, contorted into a sneer. “The only reason I haven’t killed you yet, is because you brought me here.” His words sparked something in your chest, “Don’t push it.”

 You fiddled with your necklace, it was just an ordinary shell, but it was something your own mother had given you before she turned into seafoam. He watched you like a hawk, as he got his bearings.

 “You should leave,” His monotone voice sounded out, “my kindness for you saving me, is me not killing you like the monster you are.” His tone was a warning, one you didn’t listen to. Your song came forth as you leaned forward. This was just a little test. A test to see what he would do, how he would fare against your song. There was that look of adoration in his eyes, masking his real thoughts. Your hand cupped his face as you sang to him. He definitely struggled. You didn’t want it to end… Wishing he would look at you like that when you didn’t sing…

 You other hand slipped into his pocket, grabbing his compass. Nothing but a momento, to remember this hybrid by. Hoping your paths would cross once more, you hold the compass close to your heart, as you stop your song.

 “Give that back.” He sounded angry once he regained his own thoughts. His hand swiped at you, catching your necklace. It was too late… You launched yourself backward into the sea, watching the necklace snap and fall away from you. You had his compass, and he had your necklace… You felt the familiarity of the ocean around you and you looked up at the rock where he lay, only to see him peering down at you, necklace still in his hand.

 You had to get that necklace back at all costs. You grit your teeth and you settled for waiting him out, until he slept. He had no way off of the rock he was currently on. It was nothing but a barren piece of stone. You took a look at his golden compass, on it was a rough engravement of the name Philza. You could tell it was enchanted, probably bound with another compass, made sense seeing as it didn’t point north, and it fluctuated here and there. Enchanted items like these weren’t easy to get so you knew he would be looking to get it back.

 You waited for him to fall asleep… But the only trouble was that… He never fell asleep. When the world grew dark and the waves seemed to calm you broke through the water, your eyes watching him. You could sing to him until you got your necklace back. When you tried… You found he had torn a piece of his clothing, making earplugs… When he noticed you, he stood, just staring you down. He held out your necklace in a taunting manner, challenging you with his eyes. You knew better than to challenge a man who stood on any type of land… No… Your best bet was to charm him into the sea. Into your own territory. It’s what you did best… You know… When they didn’t have earplugs.

 You figured he had to sleep at some point, he couldn’t keep going like this. So, you watched him, as he fought to keep himself upright in his sitting position, fighting crashing waves that tried to carry him off to sea when the ocean was being relentless. He went for three days, no food, no sleep, no water. He stayed in the blistering sun, made it through the cold nights. You knew he wasn’t exactly human. So… What was he?

 “Soon may the Wellerman come, to bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day, when the tonguing is done, we'll take our leave and go.” He sung on the third night, you wished to rise and sing with him, not to charm him or anything… But you never had anyone to sing with… That seemed to be the sirens curse. The curse of never finding someone to sing your song with.

 You watched him play with your necklace, his exhausted eyes looking over the shell… His eyes scanning the horizon, possibly for a ship… Or maybe just to look for you. You hoped it was the latter. He leaned his head back upon the rock, his eyes fluttering shut. You waited a few minutes, watching his still form. The necklace still in his hand. Now could be your chance! You swam as quickly and quietly as you could to the edge of the rock, reaching for the necklace in his hand.

 “Aren’t you a brave one?” His sudden voice made a surprised hum rip from your throat. He pulled the necklace back. “I’ll tell you what… Give me the compass and I’ll give you your necklace.” You thought about it… That necklace was everything to you… But if you gave him the compass back… Well then… The game would be over. What fun was that?

 “You thought it was just going to be that easy?” You taunted, a playful sound echoed around you, not that it affected him. It annoyed you that all he had to do was muffle your song, and he wouldn’t be affected.

 “I could just break it…” His hold on the shell tightened. You shot him a dirty look. “Shells break really easily; all I would have to do is squeeze…” You found yourself reaching for the necklace before you could stop yourself. His hand caught your wrist. Luckily, you let the compass sink into the water before he pulled you up, you landed on his chest, his hold on you didn’t falter. “Or I could just break you. I bet you would break just as easily, demon.” You scrambled away from him, his hold still on your wrist.

 “Let me go,” Your song sounded from your throat in a menacing manner.

 “Not until, you give me the compass back.” He grit his teeth, as his hold on you got tighter.

 “It’s at the bottom of the ocean, you’re more than welcome to go get it.” You taunted him, tugging at your arm to no avail.

 “What do you even want with a compass?” He hissed through his teeth, he looked like he was done playing your games. You didn’t answer him, the feeling of his skin on yours was too much to bear. He dismissed your silence, his eyes meeting yours. “I do not forget, the faces of those who have helped me, and that is still the only reason why you haven’t turned into seafoam.”

 “Or is it just the fact that your strength is leaving your body by the moment.” You hissed; your other hand snaked around the hand on your wrist. You cursed the fact that he had hybrid strength over you. Pulling humans into the sea was definitely easier. “Or…” You had an idea… “Is it something else?” You gave him a sultry look, as the end of your tail flipped to and fro. Your hand caressed up his arm up to his shoulder, face inching forward, threatening to capture him in a kiss.

 “What-” You didn’t give him time to finish his sentence, you pressed forward, slotting your lips with his. Happy hums emitted from you; this was the most whole you had felt in a long time. Your hand came to cup his cheek, when you felt him relax into the kiss is when you took your shot. You grabbed at the piece of cloth in his ear, effectively enrapturing him in your low hums. His hands now roamed your body, and if you weren’t so preoccupied with Techno… Maybe you would have seen the ship with the crew searching for the very man you were kissing, behind you.

 ~~

 “Ready the harpoons, we’re going fishing tonight boys.” Philza, one of the more well-known pirate captains to sail the seas, spotted the two of you through his spyglass. Signaling the crew to put in their earplugs, he looked back through the spy glass once more. They just had to get closer. What Phil wanted to find out was why Techno was grabbing a siren by the wrist, and not killing the demon. What had happened here? When their ship had gotten closer, he saw you kiss Techno, and he knew he had to act now, or Techno would be lost.

 ~~

 It wasn’t long before you heard an anchor lowering in the distance. You broke away from his kiss, turning your face toward the boat you were met with the sight of a blond man with wings standing on the bow of a ship… A harpoon in his hand… You grabbed ahold of the hybrid’s shirt pulling him back toward the water with you. Unluckily for you, pain erupted in your shoulder, as his harpoon was launched into your back, causing you to screech in pain. The man in front of you took a second to come out his daze.

 You didn’t wait around to be impaled again. You launched yourself back into the water, evading the bullets that the crew shot into the water. The water turned red as you swam as fast as you could to the ocean floor. They wouldn’t follow you that deep… But now… Your mission to get your necklace back had failed, you miserably patched yourself up. Cursing the fact that you got too carried away… Your thoughts resting on the compass… If you could find that compass, you could get your necklace back that way… Assuming he still had it.

 Searching the ocean floor seemed to take forever, seeing as you were still wounded. But when you finally found it, you let out a hum of happiness, clutching it to your chest. You were going to get your necklace back no matter what, you kept telling yourself that anyway… There was no way you were just excited to see that handsome hybrid again… You shook your head at the thought as your eyes studied the arrow on the compass as it moved ever so slightly. You made your way back to the surface, your eyes scanning the horizon for his ship. Your heartbeat faster, when you saw him leaning on the back railing of the ship as it sailed away, watching the place he had been for the past three days. Maybe… It wasn’t all for the necklace…

 ~~

 He had seen you as you watched him leave, how could he have not? An unbelievable ache in his chest begged him to go back to you. Maybe it was the desire that your song brought on, still playing tricks on his mind. Your song, though beautiful, was sad… Lonely… He wanted to be over it, and yet he couldn’t. He saw your head duck below the waves, and he found himself unconsciously reaching for you… The action, causing him to sigh. He knew better than to give in to a temptress… But here he was, longing for your touch, to feel your skin under the pads of his fingertips again.

 “Techno? Mate?” Phil knocked him from his thoughts, “let’s go talk about this in the captain’s quarters.” Knowing better than to argue, he followed Phil. Two meals have been prepared for the two of them, just waiting. He had been a starved man for the past three days, but he craved your touch more than any ounce of food. “You must be hungry…” Phil sat at his desk, motioning toward the food. Techno could only grunt as he took a seat. “Techno, what happened to you?” Phil asked as Techno took a bite out of the potato he was eating.

 “Well, you saw me board that blasted ship, Phil.” Techno shrugged taking another bite, chuckling at Philza’s tired expression. “They swarmed me, tied me up and put me in their brig. When they were safe from you and your cannons, they made me walk the plank.” Phil could see the far away look in Techno’s eyes. “I think I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for…”

 “For?” Phil’s eyebrows shot up as he leaned forward clasping his hands together so he could rest his chin on his fingers.

 “Nevermind that, I’m here now, that’s all that matters…” Techno busied himself with his plate.

 “A toast to that mate.” Phil raised his glass, causing Techno to do the same. The creaking of wood as the ship rocked back and forth was deafening. Phil’s eyes spied his compass sitting on his desk… The compass bound to Techno’s… The arrow moved, fluctuating. Phil wasn’t stupid by any means, nor did he want to see his friend die to a siren… But Techno was acting different, something needed to be done, and he would give Techno that choice. When Phil was done with his supper, he stood, walking to where Techno was seated. Silently he left the compass next to Techno. “Techno, I’m taking a few days to myself. You’ll need to lead the crew while I’m gone. But you can’t do that without a compass.”

 Techno gave a salute to his captain and oldest friend. A bracelet, with a shell hanging off of it, graced his wrist. Phil gave him a smirk and left the captains quarters. Leaving Techno alone to his thoughts. He could swear he could hear faint whispers of your song being carried over the wind. He sighed closing his eyes, tilting his head as if that would help him hear it. He knew he was being idiotic… But whether it was sound of the notes you made or the taste of your lips that made him crave your very being… He was going to find you… He was going to make sure of that.

[justonemorechapternicercy]

Percy was ready to give up. Staying with Piper sounded so fun in theory - two weeks of nothing but sun and beach -, but only when he got there, luggage full of shorts and tank tops, was he notified that the McLeans were invited to a fancy party full of actors and actresses, and he was required to attend as well. Thus, he was forced to go to buy some clothes for the fancy ass gala, and he knew nothing about materials and designs and anything. Not even Piper could help him, because not even being a child of Aphrodite was enough to gift her a fashion sense (her words, not Percy's).

So, as Percy was standing in a tailor shop, getting poked and prodded by needles, he was ready to just jump out the window and run away. Only Mr. McLean's - Tristan, as he allowed Percy to use his given name - arrival stopped him from doing as he planned.

"I hope it's okay that I came. Piper is not the best at choosing the right items, and you seemed like you were going to your execution, so I thought I could help," he explained, and Percy would have fallen to his knees to thank the man, if he wouldn't have been used as a pincushion.

"Please, save me," Percy said in an over dramatic tone, but the sentiment was true.

The man gave him one of those smiles that made him the Most Handsome Man in some gossip rags. Suddenly, it felt hot in the room, even if the air conditioner was working, and Percy wished for a glass of water as his mouth felt dry.

"Your wish is my command," the actor joked, and turned towards the tailor who was determined to stab Percy with as many needles as he could. The son of Poseidon was pretty suspicious that the tailor was a monster in disguise, but when he slid out Riptide, the man didn't even flinch at the sight, he was just confused why his customer had a paintbrush in his pocket. It was just a normal asshole, who, after taking a look at Percy's attire, was convinced that Percy was worth little of his time.

"Sir." Tristan's voice changed, it became more demanding, more menacing. "I would assume you don't want the wrong kind of publicity, so I would suggest you cease what you are doing. Now," he said, gesturing at Percy wincing at another needle stab. "And what about that suit?! That shade of green doesn't suit him at all! That gray fabric over there, try that one out," he ordered, and after that, Percy went through the surreal experience of having a legendary actor dressing up him, picking out the best fabric for his brand new, fucking expensive suit that Percy would rather not wear at all in fear for damaging the clothing.

Yet there he was, staring into the mirror, and he felt like he was looking at a completely different person.

"You look good," Tristan said, gently smiling at him. His hands settled on Percy's shoulders, his eyes never leaving Percy's through the mirror image.

"I look nothing like me," Percy murmured, not completely sure if it was a good or a bad thing. The suit was more comfortable than he had expected, the light gray fabric of the suit with the white shirt and forest green tie drew attention to Percy's eyes, and his other prominent features.

"You look like you always do. You are just wearing more form-fitting clothes," the man replied, squeezing his shoulders.

"I need to thank you for that. If it wasn't for you, I don't know…" Percy trailed off, strangely flustered at the closeness of the actor.

"You would have looked amazingly even without my help," Tristan smiled, but it had an edge to it. "But if you want to thank me…" he raised his eyebrow suggestively, and Percy had to swallow. He knew it, he expected it; ever since he arrived to the McLean mansion, the sexual tension between the two of them grew and grew, and it could only end up in one way. But now that he was there, it felt more real. Tristan's eyes ranking down his body felt like they were lighting up a fire in him. His breath hitched, he had to fix his collar to get some air.

"I want to thank you," Percy nodded, managing to keep his voice steady and confident, even if he was shaking with want and nerves.

He was going to fuck his friend's father.

And he didn't feel even a little bit of guilt about it.

Tristan's hands slid down from his shoulders to his chest, still looking at Percy from the mirror, slowly unbuttoning his jacket, then his shirt. The demigod shivered at the cool air touching his heated skin, and he let out a little whimper as cold fingers trailed across his chest, stopping at his hard nipples, pinching them.

Tristan gave a low laugh at Percy's blush creeping down on his chest, then pressed a kiss on his naked shoulder.

"More," Percy whispered, his cock painfully pressing against the tight pants. He caught his breath as the man, clearly done with the teasing they did for almost a week, tugged down his pants, leaving him bare.

"You look absolutely edible," Tristan growled, his hands running up and down on the younger man's body. Percy felt naked, as Tristan didn't even undress, he only lowered his pants to take his cock out, while he was standing there, bare as he was born. But then he didn't really have much time to complain about it, as the man pulled out a lube from somewhere - who brought lube to a tailor shop?! -, and slid one, then two, then threw fingers into him. He shivered and moaned, only half-minding the volume, because he didn't want anybody to notice them, but Tristan's fingers felt so good-

And then it was not wide fingers sliding in and out of him, but cock, a hot, hard, thick throbbing cock.

"Ah," Percy moaned, throwing back his head as Tristan fucked him steadily, against the mirror. He reached back to curve an arm around the actor's neck, just to touch him, and made unconscious little sounds as the older man's cock dragged over his prostate. He bent forward, leaning to the cold surface, willing Tristan to fuck him harder, faster, more, moremoremore-

Soft kisses were pressed against the back of Percy's neck, in a dizzying contrast with the fast-paced, hard thrusts. He met with each thrusts with enthusiasm, getting closer and closer, and closer-

Tristan made a dying sound as he came into him, deep and hot, and he didn't need more to come. He groaned loudly as his come painted the mirror white, and he knew he must have left a scar on Tristan's neck as he dug his nails into the tanned skin.

Good, Percy though, feeling oddly satisfied at the thought he left a mark on the older man. They breathed loudly, not hurrying to part and to clean themselves up. They waited until the last moment to separate, until it became too uncomfortable to bear the position, the cooling cum dripping down on Percy's legs.

"I'm afraid I didn't bring anything we could use to clean us with," Tristan said with regret in his voice.

"It's okay," Percy shrugged, wanting to laugh at their situation, but he couldn't, because his neck was grabbed, and he was hauled close to Tristan for a kiss. Their first kiss.

Percy was breathless and light-headed when they pulled away from each other, and he knew if he didn't just come harder than ever, he would have been rock hard from the scorching hot kiss.

"Come home with me," Tristan murmured into his lips.

"You know that I live with you right now, yeah?" Percy smirked, as the older man rolled his eyes.

"I mean, into my bed. Sleep with me," he breathed, his brown, intense eyes mesmerizing Percy.

"Sleep or sleep?" He teased, his heart flipping once, twice in his chest. He wanted to hear it so bad, he wanted, please-

"Both," Tristan said, voice determined, and Percy could do nothing else but say yes.

[nanamismoonchild]

deceiving the moon chapter 2 --> ferryman

pairing: god!namjoon x goddess!reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut , greek god based au

warnings: choking, mentions of death, blood mention, hair grabbing, reader gets a lil scary 

Summary:   You’re a beauty. He is handsome. You’re Life. He is Death. You love him. But does he love you? There’s only one way to found out. And it’s by being the Queen.  

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It was a lovely day out in the forest by the home you shared with your mother.  Warm and the Sun God, Hoseok, drove his chariot proudly across the blue sky. The flowers had been blooming and the tree nymphs were growing strong green leaves. The river bubbled and babbled as you dipped your feet into the coolness. 

It had been a long harvest for the people who lived on the Earth and you had promised the children that you would play with them while the parents worked to pick their vegetables and fruits. Your mother, the goddess of the harvest, had been quite generous this year and the harvest was bountiful and would feed many for a long time.  It took weeks for the harvest to be picked, stored, and then reseeded again. Needless to say, the children had run you ragged. A dip in the river was what you needed to relax your worn bones. 

Slipping off the dress you wore, you slide further into the deep water and lie on your back.  The river would take you anywhere it pleased and you would let it.  It would be a symbolism of you letting the fatigue wash away.  

Close your eyes. The river whispered.  Relax. 

Smiling, you did as it said, knowing the river wouldn’t cause you harm. 

It was night by the time you reopened your eyes.  Selene was driving her chariot high in the sky just as her sibling was a few hours ago. You swam over to the bank and lifted yourself out of the water. Water dripped off of your body, but it didn’t bother you. The aches from your played-out bones were lifted. You felt rejuvenated. The wind blew across your body, making you shiver, but drying you off. 

You had no idea how far you had drifted with the current; however, the tree nymphs would more than know.  

Touching one leaf from a tree, you asked the natives of the forest, “How do I get home?”

Nothing.  

“How do I get home?” You asked a little louder. 

Still nothing. 

“What is wrong? Have I angered you? Is Pan angry?”

Pan was the infamous Jimin, companion of the nymphs and god of the wild. Whenever he was upset, all of the forest beings he tended to become upset as well. 

However, they would always talk to you. No matter what. 

“Hello?”

The forest stayed quiet-unhelpful in your plight to return home to your mother who would be wondering about your disappearance. 

“Please, help me,” a voice called out. It was hoarse and disembodied. 

“Who’s there?” “Please, help me,” it called out again. 

You stepped around the tree that still gave you no answer, and found a man with a blue aura surrounding him.  

Your eyes widen as you realize why the nymphs aren’t speaking. 

There was a dead man in their view and it was uncomfortable and a sight that is not normal. He should have gone straight to the Underworld instead of remaining on land.  

“Sir, are you lost? Why has Thanatos not come to lead you down?” The man simply gazed at you, his dark eyes seeing right through you almost. 

“I have not a clue how to help you. Thanatos is the only one who knows where the Doors to the Underworld are located…” you trailed off, remembering information your mother had told you years before. “Actually, I do know where to take you. Please, follow me. “

You knew you should have just started the trek home. The pity for the lost soul had overwhelmed all of your common senses. The natural leader and innate care that was inside of you wanted to take the man where he would not suffer and turn into a ghoul.  A suffering soul wanting nothing more than to be alive.  

Also, your mother was the goddess of the cycle of life and death. It would tarnish her reputation if the daughter she bragged about could not uphold her name.  

The man had no footsteps, but you could see the blue aura following you as you trekked across the mossy terrain. The directions your mother had given you had been based on the location of your home--the navigation was tricky and the only hope you had were the stars as the nymphs were still silent with the spirit in their presence. 

“Always follow Orion,” your mother had told you. 

Orion pointed in the direction--north--and you followed not wanting to get more lost than you were. You were still naked with a strange man following you. The thought almost made you pause, but the need to get rid of the poor man and get home to hot tea kept you going on. 

Finally, after walking for miles it seemed, you came across the clearing that your mother told you to steer clear of. It was one of the many ways to get into the land of the dead. 

She always feared that the man who ruled the dead himself would rise up and kidnap you. What a worrisome woman. No man would dare. 

The man behind you stood next to you, awaiting instructions.  

“You are to tap the grass three times. Do you have a drachma?”

He shook and lowered his head in what you deemed as shame. Your pity for him grew. He died a poor man or he was robbed and killed for his money. No wonder he had stayed on Earth.  He could not pay the fee to Jungkook, the ferryman, to cross the river Styx.

That had always angered you as a child. Why should the dead have to pay to cross the river? It never made sense! 

“Fine. I will take you down myself. My earrings are drachmas. One should be enough to pay for you. Let us go. “ You saunter to the middle of the field and tap the ground three times with your foot.The man did the same.  After a minute or two nothing happening, you turned towards the man, hands on your hips. 

“Well, this is a waste of-eep!”

The ground had opened without warning, dropping the both of you into a tunnel before closing. Had you been wearing any sort of clothing, your butt would have been saved from the pain, but alas, you were not. Your butt throbbed from hitting the cold ground. 

Groaning, you picked yourself up and wiped the dust off of you. The man had fallen perfectly onto his feet. 

“Say not a word to any of your ghastly friends.”

He nodded, a tiny smile appeared faintly on his face. 

Making your way through the tunnel, you find yourself hearing the moans of the others who had faced Death. A woman could be seen with tears in her eyes as she looked forlornly at a couple who hugged each other near her. 

“We’re here. Now we just have to find Jungkook and pay him his fee.” 

You moved around a few of the dead folk in line and searched the banks of the Styx. There was no boat and no Jungkook in sight either. He must've already taken a load to the other side. There was no telling how long it would take for him to come back.  

There really needed to be a change in this realm. Paying to go to the other side? Having to wait hours on end to wait on the ferryman? The ferryman should have something faster and bigger than the boats that humans use. Odysseus’s boat had travelled far and wide, facing great dangers before being ripped apart by Poseidon in a great rage.  Why couldn’t the ferryman of the dead have the same or better?

Fuming, you failed to hear the tell-tale ding of the boat that the ferryman rode, signaling his arrival back. The blue man waved an arm in front of you, forcing you out of your annoyance. 

“Thank gods we did not have to wait so long.  I simply want to get you on that boat and then get back home.”

At that, you grabbed the blue man’s hand and stomped over to the arriving boat. He was to be the first man on the boat if you had your way. The drachma earring was already in his hand after you took it off while waiting for the ferryman. 

Jungkook docked the shabby small boat that could only fit possibly 3 people including him. He was a ghastly white and seemed to have the most brittle bones. He moved slowly without care. 

“Could you move a little faster? I have to get home.”

Jungkook peered at you through the hood that he wore, his doe eyes being the only innocent feature that the gods had graced him with. 

“You are not dead?” “No. I am the daughter of Demeter. You know me as Persephone. I would like for this man to cross. He was wandering around the forest and scaring the tree nymphs.”

The ferryman blinked at you before turning to the blue man, who had been making it a point to look everywhere but at Jungkook. 

“Let me see your payment.”

The blue man glanced at you for assurance before presenting the earring drachma. His hands shook a little. 

Jungkook paused and scoffed. A sound that you did not want to hear. 

“This is not sufficient. This is an earring.”

“Yes, but it is a drachma. I pierced the drachmas and placed them into my ears for emergencies. This is an emergency. They are more than sufficient. Please let him on board. I will only beg this once. He is confused and lost. I want to see him cross into the Underworld.”

Jungkook’s eyes flashed. His doe eyes had narrowed and become menacing. 

“They are not sufficient.  It is fake. And you are fake as well. Persephone, the daughter of Demeter, would have no business leading the dead into the Underworld. This man will stay on the banks of the Styx and become a wraith since he does not have sufficient payment.”

A demented laugh erupted from you. You try to cover your mouth with your hands, but it was a failed attempt as the crazed giggles came in waves. Thankfully you didn’t snort. How unladylike that would be. 

“You are a fool. Talking to me as if I am not higher than you. If I were not humble, I would look down upon you.” 

You took the drachma from the blue man’s hands and kicked Jungkook so he would kneel in front of you.  Grabbing a tight fistful of his matted wet hair, you yanked his hand up and shoved the damned silver coin into the ferryman’s throat, making sure it cut his gum and bled.  

“You should know better than to call me a fake. I have all the business to bring the dead into the Underworld. Let this man on your boat and take me as well. I would like to speak with the god of the Underworld, Namjoon, himself. There needs to be some changes around here. Starting with you.” 

You let him go. He sputtered and spit out the blood that had been accumulating in his mouth before rushing to grab his rower and ushering you and the blue man onto his boat. 

He dinged his bell and pushed the small boat off of the dock. 

He uttered not a word the entire short journey. 

[the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon]

• 2nd person pov writing.

• Non-specific gender reader.

• Kassandra x reader.

poppy fields.

Oh, how you loved her…

The mercenary whose name was on the lips of every man and woman in the Greek world. Many would cower at the mention of her dreaded title, yet some would become weak at the knees when they’d cross her path. And indeed it was true what they said about her; a magnificent presence which struck both fear and awe in the hearts of those who beheld her. You were sure she must’ve been carved out of titanium by the hands of the gods themselves. From the way she carried herself, fearless and menacing, to the way she’d speak so sweetly to her Eagle or leave a pouch of drachmae in the shivering hands of a beggar.

Oh, how you loved her…

Your blood was boiling with anxiousness when she first stood near you. Imposing, with strong hands on her hips and citrine eyes pinning your mentor against the wall. She cornered him over a quarrel, and you became as still and speechless as the marble statue you were carving. The walls of the workshop suddenly grew narrow and dark when she raised her voice to threaten him, making you feel as if Poseidon turned the waves of the Aegean against you.

Oh, how you loved her…

Your teacher despised her for her cunning demeanor, but he’d never dare go against her. He was becoming a ruin of himself, and you felt sympathy for those old hands shivering with fear each time The Eagle-Bearer would ride her horse past your sculpting workshop. It was a sin to feel so strongly for a woman who planted fear in your people, who left chaos behind her, and yet it would’ve been an ever greater sin to deny your genuine desires.

Oh… Kassandra…

“We need to talk.”

You tracked her on top of a high hill, in a field of poppies in full bloom. It was red everywhere, red like the blood rushing to your cheeks as she turned to face you with a serious look. To her, your were an open book; your wide eyes naively betraying the way you wore your heart on your sleeve. She approached you, and each of her footfalls made you tense in anticipation, but – what exactly were you expecting?

“Do we now?”

Sweet heavens, her voice was like balm to your ears. How was it possible that she could roar like a wild beast in battle, and then murmur so tenderly to you now? You caught her gaze, pinning you; up close she looked all the more frightening – her well defined body radiating raw strength, the glint of her sharp weapons, and the way she towered over you. And yet –

Oh, how you loved her…

In a moment, your hands were on her cheeks, caressing her beautiful olive skin with a tenderness you’ve been saving up for your first love. She was surprised, yet she did not pull away; her own hands, however, found leverage on your hips, and when she gripped you just a little harder, you took in a sharp breath. And there it was, that infamous little smirk which promised disaster.

All at once, your thoughts disintegrated, entranced by the perfect curve of her soft lips, the sharp edges of her strong jaw, and then… that smoldering gaze which seemed to burn deep, deep like embers, feeding that dormant volcano inside of you. You wanted to kiss her so hard.

“Kassandra…”

You murmured. 

She smirked proudly as she tugged you closer by your hips, visibly infatuated by your boldness even though you nearly crumbled before her; what were you even doing? It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore.

Her breath caressed your cheek in warm waves as she caught your scent. Purity and art, flowers and clay. The tip of her nose trailed slowly, slowly across your smooth jaw. And then she murmured in your ear, like a predator luring in her prey.

“You want my kiss?... Is that it?...”

“…please.”

If this was what sinning felt like, you would gladly throw yourself into oblivion. Kassandra answered your deepest desires quicker than any God had answered your prayers.

The faintest brush of her lips against your own left you breathless. Like the calm before the storm, slow and gentle at first, languidly savoring the sweetness of your mouth. An innocent peck to pamper the timid smile which bloomed on your countenance all of a sudden. She was amused, yet bold, and only then you realized how unprepared you were to actually live this fantasy. Had it not been for her brawny arms around your body, you wouldn’t melted into the ground below, sizzling like a puddle in the summer rain. 

No daydream could compare to how hot and soft her tongue felt as she brutishly penetrated your mouth. You felt her strength not only in her arms, but on her mouth, her chest, her whole body as she enveloped you in merely a drop of her passion. The taste of her would haunt you for nights to come, bringing you back to this very moment, in which you were sure Hades would come for you as soon as this beautiful huntress would devour you completely. 

Your jaw fell submissively, allowing the goddess to do as she pleased with you in that never-ending dance of sensuality between young mouths. Her tongue was everywhere, all over your lips, deep inside and brushing along your gums, leaving you yearning for more when she would pull away for a quick breath.

And when she brought the kiss to an end, she did it gradually, finishing her conquest with tender pecks against your breathless mouth. Lips to lips, like butterflies… in your stomach.

Your arms fell weakly around her broad shoulders as you tried to catch your breath. She was so beautiful, so magnificent, it was almost surreal how easily she made you give in, leaving you tingling and warm all over.

She was kind.

A rough, violent, aggressive mercenary, but kind. Wasn’t that a paradox? But she carefully held you up to your feet as she caressed your cheek with the back of her fingers.

“Is that all you came to talk about?”

She jested, but the sound of her voice and the way she held you made it impossible for you to take any offense.

“I-… no, I came to talk about… my teacher. The sculptor.”

You managed to whisper, and once again she was pleasantly surprised by how determined and serious the look in your eyes became, even though you could barely stand on your weak legs. She chuckled, yet her arrogance was nothing but endearing to you in that moment. The brilliant light of the moon lighting her cheeks, her dazzling smile, and the never-ending flame in her eyes.

“Well then. Find me here tomorrow night again. And we’ll… ‘talk’.

Oh… how you loved her.

- End.