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starofroselight · 3 years

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Title: He Calls You Theseus (Now Call Him Odysseus and Welcome Him Home)

Chapter 1: In Which Technoblade's Narrative Crumbles

Summary: Technoblade's language is the art of combat and weaponry. Tommy doesn't understand, so Technoblade speaks in a way they'll both understand. Or, Technoblade’s been having strange visions while taking care of Tommy.

Tags: Technoblade, TommyInnit, SBI fic, Introspection, Flashbacks, Found Family, Brothers, Trauma, Alternate Universe, References to Greek Myth, Sleepy Bois Inc. as Family, Sleepy Bois Inc. Angst, Chat as Ghosts, Rose AU

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28786947

Author’s Note: This is my baby. I’ve worked for this on a while, and it’s about 5.1k words. I hope you enjoy the first chapter, I plan for around five in all.

A flurry of snow buffeted the snow banks around Technoblade's retirement home.

Technoblade had decided teaching Tommy the art of arrow fletching was important. He had come to immediately regret that decision. Tommy’s loud mouth and shaky hands were something manageable in the best of times, but when the time came for work to be done they became hindrances. Liabilities.

Technoblade didn’t take in liabilities.

“How’s this, big man?” The tooth-gaped teen asked smugly, holding up a shoddily constructed arrow as if it were made of gold.

Technoblade briefly considered how much easier this would have had he cleaved Tommy’s head clean off in the hole under his house.

> You can’t!

> The most efficient way to grind out arrows is village trading. Make one of your downstairs hostages a fletcher, trade sticks, build rapport, then trade in for arrows.

> Tommy pog

> would’ve been funnier if you did

“Chat, do you see what I’m dealing with?” He mumbled to himself.

“Oi Chat! Hey Chat, do you think Technoblade is a big bitch?”

“Tommy, you’re giving me a headache.” That wasn’t all that was giving him a headache: voices, the thousands of voices which were riled up by his every interaction with another living soul. Each voice was vying for a spot to influence his words, to have any effect on the outside world like they once were able to.

And the voices really liked Tommy.

“All I want’s an answer.”

He wouldn’t get one.

"How am I better at this with hooves?! Here, let me show you one more time.” Techno squatted beside where Tommy was sitting on the stone brick floor. “Two ties on each side over the flint. Three sharp cuts into the wood. Feather goes in between. Look, perfectly functional arrows! What part of this aren’t you getting? It’s not that difficult!”

Tommy picked up the tools from the fletching table. He took one look at the sticks, then picked up a fistful of feathers.

“Right—”

“Okay, that’s enough, I’m not going to let you keep massacring my feathers like this. What even is this?" He picked up a feather from the floor. It hung limp between the heel of his hoof, frayed and torn. "These chickens died for nothing!"

“What am I supposed to do while you do all the work if I can’t help?” Tommy was pouting, his face so full of vibracity and energy it looked as if he was choking.

That was it. Techno's face twitched.

“Maybe if you sit down and stay quiet for a minute, I can come up with an idea!”

Surprisingly, Tommy did. His face flushed red with embarrassment.

And Technoblade realized he had screamed at a scared, struggling sixteen year old child covered in scars.

> do you feel powerful now

> OOOOOOO

> You should kill him

> Betray Tommy!

> betray tommy

He dragged a hoof over his face. The gesture was easier with hands.

"Look. . . Tommy. You're clearly not good at fletching arrows. Why don't you go lay down in your racoon hole?"

Technoblade’s plan had been, surprisingly, one of altruism. He wanted to teach Tommy how to make arrows so he could value the ammunition. He had a tendency to complain about. . . well, everything, but specifically running out of supplies. Techno hoped this would teach him how valuable they were. Not in resources, but as assets. In the heat of battle, every shot mattered.

After Tommy had made a quiverful of arrows, Technoblade planned on taking him out to his practice range. Inexperienced hands nocking an arrow were shaking and quick to flinch. Archery hurt. It was a difficult skill to master; the art of shooting an arrow required the fletching to run through the archer’s fingers. If their hands were smooth and uncalloused, the projectile would cut through their fingers like a blade in water. His hands (and hooves) were roughed up to the consistency of leather from arduous repetition. Tommy hadn’t had that experience.

Technoblade had made leather gloves for that exact reason.

And now that plan was ruined.

While his retirement home was the definition of picturesque, Tommy had come to ruin that as well. The foundation had made Techno's house uneven. The ground was unstable and it had started to sag north.

Tommy had literally dug up and unsettled his life.

Somewhere in there was a metaphor and a moment for some much-needed introspection. Technoblade ignored it.

Snow had sloped onto the roof heavy, the sound of monsters outside crunching feet of the stuff. The cold had choked out the will of any invaders at the cost of isolating them together. The house’s floor was insulated with stone, then covered with wood. The chimney doubled as a source of light, warmth, and a way to heat the floor. Technoblade had learned how to make heated floors from Chat. The quality of life improvement was immense.

Tommy hadn’t understood how, but he did enjoy it. Too often he had slept in his boots, curled up into a jacket or blanket or whatever he could find. But this? This was a luxury that could lull him into a rest like no other.

And Tommy needed a good sleep after Logsteadshire.

Still, his spirit reignited despite his body's protests. He stretched his arms upward in attempts to hide his yawn.

He stomped his foot.

"I'm not tired! We need supplies, we need—We need to get back the discs."

That was going to be a hard habit to kick. The kid needed a break; his eyes were ringed in black. He sat hunched over with awful posture, looking pitiful. Technoblade held back the urge to call him a racoon again.

Despite the warmth, Tommy was shivering.

Exhaustion. Techno knew it all too well.

The Piglin man took off his cape, folding it over his arm. It helped increase his bulk, his size when intimidation was necessary. When he was home its purpose became a blatant unnecessity. Still, he often found himself falling asleep in it, curled up in a tiny pile against the wall where no one could hurt him.

It was important.

And he tossed it to Tommy.

"We'll get back the discs after you go to sleep. If you fall asleep in the snow you'll freeze to death and die."

Then he stoked the fire with an iron pole, minding Edward's head. He couldn't be bothered to kill the creature just yet. The flames roared up, consuming the cold air in the room and up the chimney.

Tommy held the crimson cloak in his arms. He stared for a second, then twisted to wrap it around himself. It was enormous, swamping his thin figure in fabric and comfort unknown for weeks in exile. He pushed himself further into the corner with the fletching table, close to his hiding box.

"The 'and die' is kind of redundant, 'innit?" Tommy muttered, head poking up from the fluff of the cloak’s collar.

Technoblade sighed.

They were going to keep talking in circles. He would make a general statement, Tommy would overload him with non sequiturs and nonsense sentences until Technoblade tuned him out with Chat. However, he couldn’t ignore Tommy here. If he did, the boy would never go to sleep, and the cold of the night didn’t need a cold shoulder on top of it. A cranky Tommy and an annoyed Technoblade was a recipe for disaster, overthrowing governments or otherwise.

There was only one way he knew how to talk in times like this:

“Let me tell you a story.”

It was an offer more intimate than Tommy knew.

Naturally, he rejected it.

“What if I don’t want to hear a story?” Said teenager shifted in his cozy corner.

“Too bad.” He pushed the crown up from where it was slipping off his head. If he was going to coax the world's most energetic child to sleep, he needed to let down his guard.

“Why do you even wear that thing?”

“What, the crown? It’s not like I use it in combat or anything, it's just for fun. Fun is banned? You're banning fun now?" He laughed. "Good luck getting anyone on your side."

“I don’t have a side. Or rather, my side is your side? Now you’ve gone and got my head all confused.” Tommy’s voice had grown softer.

Techno couldn’t have that.

“There’s no ‘our side’. We are not a team.”

Tommy huffed. “Until we get the discs back.”

“Will you let go of the discs for a minute? They’re not going anywhere.”

“Could go into a fire.”

Techno huffed heavier. Puffs of true flame curled out from his snout. Not the metaphorical risk clouding Tommy’s mind. He was already headed towards the pitfall he wanted to avoid. It was time to change the subject.

“Considering your limited knowledge of Greek classics, you wouldn’t happen to know Homer?”

“Who what now?”

A solid ‘no’ would have sufficed, Techno thought.

“You probably haven’t heard of Odysseus, then.”

“With a name like that, I reckon I should of. Wait, this is one of your myths again, isn’t it?” Tommy kicked himself up, back against the wall to look at Technoblade as they spoke.

“I like a certain section of stories. Is that so wrong?”

“Is this story about you?”

The Blade tutted. “No, no, no. I don’t have any family. Orphans killed my parents. Family is useless, it slows you down unless you’re exacting revenge. In that case, family is excellent. Nothing better than dead family.”

"That doesn't make any sen—"

"Keep interrupting and I'll make you sleep in Carl's stable."

Tommy pouted. His hair stuck up in every which way, active as he was.

“Odysseus was a king of his own island. He lived in peace with his family on Ithaca, and he was known as a wise man.” It had been a while since Technoblade had told a story like this. His rhythm was lacking. “He was the favorite of Athena, the goddess of battle and wisdom.”

“Gods aren’t real.”

“You’re looking at one.”

Silence. “Yeah, right.”

"Moving on.” He wasn’t willing to indulge Tommy in that story when he was preoccupied with telling another. “While Odysseus was a king, he wasn’t the chief king. At that point Greece was broken up into various city states, other little countries that refused to be conquered. While it was all Greece, there was a difference between a Spartan and an Athenian. Too many fights for power and the geopolitical landscape had torn them apart. Odysseus had his friends, though it would be more accurate to call them his allies, his country with whom he had sworn an oath to fight alongside. Each of those kings would be headed out their own separate way.” That felt right to Technoblade. “They were brothers in arms, finally called to war for the sake of their nation. But Odysseus ended up alone.”

“Why?”

“The people around him broke the rules. They went up against the sun god, and so they were punished.”

“What’d they do?”

“Oh, uh. Ate his cows.”

Tommy gasped.

“No!”

“Okay, so you get it. The Pet Skirmishes but on a much, much bigger scale.”

“Where’s Sapnap?”

“Tommy, it’s a myth, it’s not about your friends. They’re gods.”

“Dunno why you’d tell a story about a bunch of boring, stuffy gods. Hey, why’re you such a bad storyteller?”

That was it. "I'm trying to monologue here! Chat, Chat see how impossible this is?"

“Tell chat that you’re a pussy! And I’m the coolest! TommyInnit is the coolest, got it?” Tommy’s eyes, which had held the murmurs of sleep, were now alive and vicious.

Undoing all of Technoblade’s work. And proving he didn’t understand Chat.

“Bruh.”

“I am!”

“For the third time now, if you will let me talk, I’m trying to tell the story.”

“Right, right, sorry.”

“Odysseus was the only one who knew the warning signs. He had encountered the gods before, and he would rather starve to death than offend them. Because sometimes, Tommy, not offending people is a good thing, and making needless enemies makes the situation ten times worse.”

Tommy bit his lip.

Techno continued.

“But no one ever listens to Odysseus. That’s one of the ironies of the story, Tommy. Often being right lets the hero escape with his life. Doesn’t mean he can save anyone else. Most of the time he doesn’t even save himself.”

“What?”

“I mean, I tried telling you. Heroes are doomed the moment they call themselves heroes. Odysseus never did, he was smart. It was the people that came later and told the story that did that. A hero is born through the crossing of the stars, something divine. Special. For all of his worth, the burden of expectation is put on his shoulders and then he battles with his pride. The Greeks had a word: hubris. It’s the hubris that strikes the killing blow. It’s never the beast or the gods themselves, it’s someone the hero has wronged. Odysseus wronged a monster, a cyclops, but even that was too far.”

Tommy was quiet. All of his focus was pooled into Technoblade.

“Odysseus played the part of warrior. Now it was time for him to be a survivor. See, it didn’t matter what the gods put him through, the trials or the tribulations or the meaningless delays. He had a mental image of what his home was. Ithaca. It had stopped being a real place. Instead it was an idea. A concept.”

“Oh.”

“And even when he was gone, trapped by witches and beasts, he kept that vision of home in his head. Because he was going to get there no matter what. It was all he had left of the world he knew. Even when he was offered another life, another world in what might have been a better place, he turned it down. Because it wasn’t what he wanted. He learned what being a hero meant, and now what he wanted was the opposite: to go home. To be normal. But the thing is, life doesn’t wait around for us to come back.”

Tommy glanced down to his neck. The lodestone compass shimmered in the dim light. His Tubbo.

“The world doesn’t care what your aspirations are, your nation, or your ideas. It doesn’t even care about your friends. The world doesn’t care if what you want does not want you. It doesn’t care, period. It’s cold. Survival is survival.”

"I want to be a hero when I grow up!"

"Oh, you do?" The man chuckled, furloughing his spade to sit down on the steps beside him.

"What's the point of having a name like Technoblade if you're not a hero?" He shut the book in his lap, face beaming.

The young man's mouth opened before a scream rang out from inside the house, followed by shouting and yelling.

The blond haired man sighed. He smiled back, then rolled his eyes. The man reached out and tousled his hair.

Techno laughed as the man’s voice echoed:

"How are ÿ̸̻͓́̑͐́͗̽͝͠ö̶̝͖̱̫̈́̑́͌͒̋ǜ̴͍͖̝̑̋ ̴̢̛̛̮̼̲͖̠̻̼̝̥̗̻̩̲̼̂̽͌̾̇͂̈́̾͐̅͘̚t̷̤͔̥̤̫̫̟̀̐̈́̿͐ḧ̴̡̘̦͔̠͎̰̬̼̜̺̮͎͚͛̈́ͅȩ̵̦̦̠̬̼͔̰̩̯̻̍̈́͐̌̓͆̀̉̑͗ ̸̪̤̣̏͒̚͜ͅm̸̗͇̘̮̥̮̪̤̯̤̞͉͗̾́͜ą̸̡̖̭̣̭͉͎̥̫̝̑̿̅̄̓͐̽̊̂͂̆͠͝ͅţ̶̮͚̰̂̀̈́̐͆͑̍͆͗͝͠ü̶̢̻͔̼͓̹͖̺̯͙̅̂̔̊̐̅ͅr̴͔̐̾͛ẽ̴̱̰̣̀̓̉̀̆̓̈̄ ̸̛̱͇̺̂̿͑̏̍̋͊͊͗̋̇̆͝o̴̬̙͚͇̳͎͆̇̌̐̿͂̓̄͛͝ͅn̵̨̈́̈́̂̋̐ͅe̷̛̟̱͖͙͙̩͆̊̆̓̂͒̈̍?̸͖̟̺͇̬̗̰̭̺͇͆͐̀͊́̄̍̀̅́͜

> home.

> Tommy's still looking at you, you haven't spoken in a minute

> do you feel sick?? whats going on i just got here

“Blade?” And there was Tommy, with a drop of concern in his voice.

Technoblade shook his head. Late joiners. The memory crumbled to dust.

He continued. “The Isle of Ogygia. That was where Odysseus’s survival took him. He stayed there, in the lull of the witch Circe, who wanted him for herself—”

“That’s sexist.”

“W-What?”

“The witch!”

“You think the witch is sexist?”

“No no no, the hero! He gets called upon—lured—by this woman just because he’s what, the hero?”

He could not believe this. “Tommy. I didn’t write it.”

“I’m just saying!”

“The Isle of Ogygia. Or Atlantis, some people think it could be Atlantis, it honestly depends on what version you’re reading but that’s not important. Odysseus spent countless years there, safe but soulless. His heart was gone from his body, kept at bay with thoughts of home. Of family, of kinship. He was out of his body and mind for seven years. He was at the gods’ mercy, but fortune smiled upon him and he escaped.”

Techno took a moment to return his attention to his listener.

Tommy was transfixed, eyes wide.

For some reason, that made him smile.

“He made his way to one of his allied kingdoms. The gods, though, had shifted his appearance. This was to know how he still stood in their eyes. When so much time passes, relationships and bonds fade. Only his dog recognized him. The home he’d wanted for so long was plundered, practically destroyed. His wife—”

“He had a wife? That’s unrealistic.”

Technoblade repeated, annoyed: “His wife and his son didn’t recognize him. Only the dog.”

Tommy continued to ignore his point.

“Well dogs are good like that. I reckon dogs are better than most people."

Moving for the first time since the beginning of the story, he took a step towards the corner.

“Tommy, I’m trying to tell you that even though he won—He got everything he wanted, he got to go home—He didn’t win. His home was different. And he wasn’t the same man.”

“That’s—That’s sad.”

Tommy stood up and Technoblade crossed his arms.

“It’s not a happy story.”

"Then why are you telling it?"

“Forget about it.” If Tommy didn't understand, he wasn't going to waste any more time explaining.

Tommy moved, shifting the cloak on his shoulders crooked. He opened the spruce doors, a strange expression on his face. Like a mixture of horror, fear, and anger. Technoblade recognized the anger first. Tommy looked back, stepped into the snow, then shut the door.

Techno thought, what? He’s going to throw a tantrum because a story doesn’t go how he wanted—

A white substance flitted down through the air like snow. Small, unburnt hands grasped upwards to try and catch it. They had only seen snow, never this new, fluffy, off-white plume.

The boy coughed up ash.

“Hello? D̸̫̦̳̰͐̉ã̸̲̦̞̺͆d̶̗̒̐̕̕?”

Technoblade grabbed the edge of the box, stumbling.

The memory—No, vision—was incompatible with reality. How would he have gotten to the Nether as a child? And Techno never had a father, never depended on anyone, never needed—

Before he could even begin to understand the implications, he was thrown back in.

He was lost.

He was alone.

And he couldn’t have known that enough inhaled ash will scar your lungs, burn your skin, and bury you beneath a mountain of suffocating fire the moment you stop moving. He couldn’t have known that the Nether contains biomes of this stuff.

Ash has suffocated him. It burns, searing his skin and cooking him alive. It’s like the fall of Pompeii. He read a book on Pompeii once. Perhaps in some distant time an archaeologist will discover the hollow shell of his remains and theorize what happened here, or a traveler, a survivalist happening along the same paths years later when he’s just a mound.

He read another book, once. About a volcano. It’s similar to that pyroclastic flow, a mix of awful molten core and heat. There’s no way to swim in lava, not truly. It doesn’t stop a thirteen year old boy from scraping for the surface in a pit.

He was going to die here.

It’s his coat that saves him. Handcrafted and made with love. The bottom half tears, and he loses a precious gift but gets to keep his life.

Everything is burning. Is he screaming? His clothes are torn and he’s burning, he’s burning—

As quickly as it had come, it was gone.

Technoblade was instantly brought to the sensation of cracklings coals. He jumped at the sound, then looked down at his hands.

Hooves, right. Hooves.

This was too much to process.

Techno looked up.

He watched Tommy waddle to the front of the house in front of Carl’s stable, trudging through the snow the most inefficient way Technoblade could imagine. He was wiping his face.

For some reason, he thought it was something his good friend Philza would have a laugh at.

> PHILZA!!!

> Philza Minecraft?

> Philza would love it here

> The child is annoying, I hope he freezes to death

> I miss Philza

> Countdown to Philza visiting!

“Chat, you’re screaming into my ear right now.” He needed clarity, not a thousand voices in unison chanting for a friend.

Even from here, he could see that tears were pooling in Tommy’s eyes.

Technoblade didn’t bother with a coat. He ignored the sounds of the fire and how the heat made him feel uneasy, instead opting to climb down the ladder and go out the front door. Tommy was muttering to himself, a hand petting Carl.

“‘s not a happy story—What’s the point of telling a story if it’s not happy? I reckon he’s just one big downer. Downing all the time.”

It was then Techno decided to speak.

“I’d say talking to yourself is a bad habit but since I can’t really do that without coming off like a hypocrite, I’ll tell you that being quieter usually means people can’t overhear sensitive, secret information.”

Tommy didn’t jump, but his shoulders hitched.

“I don’t care about secrets.” Tommy crossed his arms.

“Everything’s a secret when you can’t understand basic information people are telling you.”

“You don’t tell me anything!”

“I’m trying to tell you why people tell sad stories.”

“If I were his family, I would have recognized him.”

“No you wouldn’t have! That is literally the point of the story. You’re like five now, you think you’d recognize someone you saw as a baby?”

It happens a third time and Technoblade’s world spins.

> Recognize recognize recognize

> Is he finally remembering????

> idk, not yet?

> Ugh, someone get me when something interesting happens

> your dead, whats stopping you from watching all the time?

> It’s actually ‘you’re’

> where

> where?

> WHERE DID I ASK—

There is a house on a hill in the forest. It looks familiar, with a basement, a middle floor, and a top floor with stairs leading up from the outside.

There is a house beneath a hill in a fierce tundra.

There was a house on a hill in a forest. It was a home too, once.

Both can theoretically exist at the same time. The house on a hill in the forest is perfectly ingrained in his memory, enough for him to replicate it bit by bit.

There is a boy with a beanie, taller than him. He wears a scowl.

There is a boy smaller than him with a bandage on his cheek.

Sunlight flows through the curtains like honey, oozing in warm delight. There is something resting on the bridge of his nose, and his fingers fly to adjust it.

He laughs.

The tiny freckled boy smiles and it shows his tooth gap.

A deep, tenor voice calls from downstairs and they rush to where storage is, the chests the dining room.

Their father is tired. There are bags under his blue eyes, but his smile lights up the room like the honey-light and like his brothers’ faces. He takes off his hat to sit at the table, a cape swishing behind him.

They’re singing at the table. Four humans with perfect harmony. They sing together all the time, how could he forget?

The candles on the cake are flickering, and it’s a world away from the fires of the Nether.

“Happy birthday T̶̡͆̋́͝—”

Nothing else but static noise and Chat going wild.

“I’m sixteen! I am an adult man!” Tommy’s fists are balled as he stands, beating against his chest to each word and anger burns in his eyes until he sees his hero’s face. “Technoblade?”

His heart pounded.

The boy that Technoblade has been seeing through the eyes of is not an adult. Now he is a teenager. He is taller, the clothes more unfitting than before. There are stitches to fix the jacket, now forced to be a half-coat that tucks into his shirt.

He looks like the mockery of a man.

Actually, he doesn’t look like a man at all.

Technoblade remembered this part.

The rest had to be a daydream, the machinations of a tired mind. Separating his identity from his mask is impossible.

Literally.

He has forgotten what snow feels like. He has forgotten snow. There are many things Technoblade has forgotten, but the name of snow sticks. Snow. It sounds like a dream, like the deranged ramblings of a piglin who lost his mind, and like a fairy tale all at once.

He liked fairy tales, once.

Now they’re just unrealistic.

The piglin group he is trailing turn to look at him. He’s been following behind them, scavenging whatever food they decide to discard and bartering whatever he can get his hands on. Their eyes are vacant, white. His eyes are present, despite his appearance. Alert. He has to be, it’s one mistake and death.

The Nether is not forgiving.

He notices when their behavior shifts.

The piglins decide to attack.

Technoblade sighs.

He doesn’t want to attack this one. There have been too many packs, too many attempts at communication, too many tries at a family.

Technoblade has no tools. He’s forced to work with his fists and some metal the pigs scrapped, which with enough tempering he’s made into knuckles. Netherite knuckles, but that knowledge will evade him until years in the future.

He busts one of the pigs’ heads open, then shoves another’s head into the netherrack wall. Blood spills on his boots. A tusk is embedded in his hand; he puts pressure on the wound then yanks it out, stabbing it into the head of the third. The fourth pushes into his back, and Techno slams his head back into its skull until it fractures.

The fifth runs off.

And all at once, an uproar, a chant from a place and group he cannot see or hear.

It sings that Technoblade never dies.

All at once Chat was unanimous:

> Technoblade never dies.

> TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES

> technoblade never dies

> blood for the blood god!!!

> Techno never dies

> Technoblade never dies!

He nodded in agreement.

“Technoblade.”

Tommy laughed.

Techno realized he had convinced the child he was fine.

“Is that how you get the girls, Blade?”

“I’m not interested.” The art of combat and potato farming interested him more than girls. Or anyone, for that matter.

“Are you crying?”

“No.” Tommy sniffed.

“Here, let go of Carl.” Technoblade pulled Tommy away.

“But I wasn’t—”

“I killed everyone that ever touched that horse.”

“Okay, fine.” Tommy doesn’t move.

Techoblade can’t sigh because he’s already sighed too much and anything that exacerbates the situation will give him a headache. Instead, he picks Tommy up and lifts him over his shoulder. He chooses to say nothing in response as Techno headed inside and down, down, until they were both in Tommy’s little nest of shiny things and stolen goods.

Tommy struggled to stay on the bridge of consciousness. Technoblade takes his hand and walks him all the way there, staying down in the pitiful hole until Tommy has tired himself out from the sound of his own voice.

It was hours before he risked stepping away from the bed.

Snow fluttered down. It was cold and wet, but it was snow; a miracle all the same.

Technoblade stretched out a hoof. It was not the hand of a small child that was trapped in the Nether. It was a Piglin beast who had believed he'd never feel the cold again.

Technoblade glanced out the shutters. Tommy was inside, falling asleep. The silence of the home told him as much.

He pulled his hand back inside.

The fire of the top floor crackled. Techno dipped his head forward. His hands clasped around an invisible buckle, hidden underneath his hair.

As easy and simple as changing clothes, Technoblade the human stood in his retirement home. His height was the same, scars still present, but now a long unkempt braid of hair trailed down his back. It was ill-maintained, tangled and disgusting. A liability.

Without thinking twice, Technoblade took his sword and slashed the braid off.

“You don’t know when to quit, do you?!” Dream yells. It feels like the ground is shaking beneath them.

Techno stands firm. He’s towering above him, sword at his side.

“Nope. I’ve been told it’s one of my best qualities.” His voice is monotonous as always.

The green fiend stood hunched over his stomach, shoulders rising and falling to the tune of his ragged breaths. He knew that they didn’t need to breathe. It was all theatrics, even in the middle of a fight. Still, Dream’s voice was frantic, jittery, shaking, and loud; something Chat assured him they altogether had never seen in their combined existences.

Technoblade felt smug.

Technoblade made the grave mistake of hubris.

In a flash, the god is behind him. The god that can see the straps of his mask, the god that slices it off with a well-placed swordstrike and grabs him by his braid.

“Y’know, I really didn’t want to kill you. I’ve heard about you, a little bit. I just didn’t care.” He whispers into Techno’s ear as the pain tears into his scalp.

It only took a half-second for him to find a solution.

Dream was guarding from the left, expecting another hit to his mask.

Technoblade swiped at the right.

In a flash, he’s cut off his braid of pink hair and freed himself from the clutches of his enemy.

He smirks, and pulls out his axe. He doesn’t need the mask to fight, it’s already a part of him.

“C’mere, Dream.”

That one. That memory is real and he has all the proof he needs of that. He turned over his hand and pushed up the brass knuckles to see the gashes along his finger from where he held the grip. He sets the hand-to-hand weapon on the crafting table as he massages his hands.

Soaking his fingers in instant healing should alleviate the pain. Even for a moment.

Dream hit hard. The wounds never left.

But Technoblade hit harder.

A burned hand reached out to the snowfall.

The snow didn't burn back.

"He's not me, Chat. We're keeping it that way."

If there was one thing Technoblade was good at achieving, it was his goals.

#dream smp #dream smp fic #smpfic #sleepy bois fanfic #dsmp fic #Technoblade #tommyinnit #philza #wilbur soot #sbi #sbi fic

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chews-erotically · 4 years

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Waxing Gibbous

Pairing: Ezra + femNurse! Reader

Rating: Hard M / 18+ ONLY

* Warnings: Assault/violence/ mentions of masturbation/ blood/ gore/ comfort/ injury

* Summary: In the field, you are found. Ezra reveals his duality.

* Word Count: 1611

* I cannot begin to thank all of you enough for reading this. It means absolutely everything in the entire universe. For the first time in so very long I feel as though I’m doing something that makes me happy. I love you!!

PART THREE

“Shit!”

Acrid steam poured from the ruined sac before you. Unsure of how you could be so adept at harvesting while practicing in the tent, yet so clumsy in the actual field, you stood and stretched your back. It was unbearably hot today; your suit was clinging to your skin like cling film. It was stifling and you were tired.

Ezra was soon to return with replenished water bottles, you supposed, having trekked south of you to a stream you’d come across a few days prior. You estimated he’d been gone around twenty minutes.

Since the events with the Sater had transpired the tension between you had seemed to grow exponentially. You’d found yourself idling on Ezra’s face more than you cared to admit to yourself. You’d unintentionally begun cataloguing the nuances of movement contained in his hands, the reactions on his expressive face to the things you said. More often now, you took note of that dark intensity returning to flash across his features when he thought you weren’t looking. This did not scare you; rather, it left your skin feeling too tight for your body, your core aching and burning until you had no choice but to shut yourself in the refresher and furiously bring yourself off, biting at your sleeve to muffle your guttural scream when you came seizing and shaking on your fingers. Something you’d once thought shameful now left you somehow ravenous. When you’d re-entered the common space of the tent you’d done nothing to hide the flush in your face or mussed hair. You’d shot Ezra a wide smile as he’d quirked his brow, his expression otherwise unreadable. You’d exited the tent as you felt suddenly faint- is this who you were now? Ezra made you feel wild and alive, like you had finally managed to snap out of a trance. Or wake up from an unending, uninspired dream of safe decisions and mediocrity.

You mused on this in your suit on the Green, the suit still bearing faint tepid stains from your original sin. You were not paying attention, having almost certainly made up your mind to make Ezra aware of your feelings when you returned from the day’s work.

Thus, you were doubly taken aback when the stone connected with the side of your helmet. With a dull cracking noise you fell to the dust. Your head ricocheted against the interior of your dome. Your ears rang; you tasted blood. How did you get here?

A steel-toed boot connected with your ribs, forcing the air from your lungs. You gasped, you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t force air in. Pain exploded once again, exquisite in its intensity. A cracking sound- bone or helmet? You curled in on yourself, stunned, trying to process what this was that was happening to you.

Get. Up.

Part of you wanted this whole farce to be over. The Green, the tent, this unseen assailant. Just end it. If this is how it’s supposed to happen, who are you to challenge fate? You could only hope for quickness, the pain is too much, this life is too much, you are a fool, how could you even consider someone like Ezra could want you. You are a weak, sniveling, invisible slug. You are going to die. You will rot and fester and become toxic, like the air on this cursed moon. Unknown and forgotten.

Get. Up.

Another kick, this time to your kidney. This time you found your air, cried out. It was weak, pathetic. You noted the mist of blood across the window of your helmet, so similar to before, except this time it was on the inside. It was yours. It caused a switch to flip on in you, sudden panic blooming in your chest. All at once your body called back to its evolutionary directive to survive.

It took everything within you to move. Blinding pain behind your eyes like needles as you rolled onto your front, then onto your knees. Your stomach roiled- you swallowed bile as you craned your head upward to finally view your assailant.

It was the Sater. Of course. The dose of sedative you’d shot into his thigh had not been enough to kill him, merely incapacitate him long enough for you to escape with the precious med kit. He had recovered and now he had found you, and he was going to kill you. This so perfectly encapsulated life on the Green that you could have laughed. It was almost poetic.

You could not hear his words, but you could see his sneer. He cocked his leg back to land another blow to you as you squeezed your eyes shut and waited. The blow did not come.

Instead, you heard the sound of bodies connecting, and an unearthly snarl.

Ezra.

You opened your eyes and Ezra was upon him, a frenzy of fists landing over and over wherever he could reach. The Sater was overcome, had no time to react. The sounds that escaped Ezra’s mouth through your connected channel were almost inhuman in their ferocity.

You watched through the pain of each shuddering breath as he yanked the air hose from the Sater’s helmet, then grasped wildly at the connecting clasps of the helmet. Finding the seal, he pried frantically, finally freeing the dome and exposing the Sater’s face to the atmosphere. His fists connected with whatever was revealed, ruining and rupturing.

You had known that Ezra had sometimes had to be brutal in order to survive here. You knew that you had had to do the same. But seeing him like this, the unleashed rabidity of his rage unleashed on another was almost too much. As Ezra exhausted himself upon the Sater’s demolished face you found yourself having to turn away. The blows finally slowed in frequency and intensity when it became increasingly apparent that the Sater was no longer breathing.

Ezra stood and gazed down at the body of the Sater, his lip curled. He turned to you, to where you knelt in the dust, and his expression melted into a mask of pain. It was almost as if the Sater had been pummeling him. You blinked and then he was beside you, his hands were on you, so unbelievably gentle as he swept up your stomach, moved carefully across your shoulders and down your arms. You met his gaze, mortally exhausted, and thought that perhaps you could still die here. Your ears rang and your head throbbed. Your stomach and chest ached, and you wondered from a faraway place if you could be bleeding internally.

Ezra was crying, his eyes were red and swollen. He must have been crying while he killed.

Through the beating static in your brain, you heard his voice asking if you thought you could stand.

You had tried, but a wave of nausea and vertigo had you swooning back toward the ground almost immediately. Ezra caught you and held you close against the breast of his suit until you felt a bit steadied. His heart thrummed wildly in his chest, and it served to center you.

“We have only to trek back to the tent, sweet Dove. I will carry you if need be, but we cannot negotiate an alternative option.” Your nod was almost imperceptible, and you began a stumbling, shambling walk back to your tent. Ezra kept his arm close around your waist and draped your own limb across his shoulders. When you finally entered the interior he assisted you onto your cot. He helped to divest you of your helmet and suit before hastily removing his own, his eyes never leaving yours. Each wince of pain was answered by his own sympathetic sounds and mumbled apologies.

“I am so sorry, sweet girl. My Dove, my Star...I will spend the rest of my life and whatever is beyond making it up to you….”

You were too sore and numb to be embarrassed as he undressed you, carefully inspecting every inch of your skin before covering you back up. He carefully cleaned the dried blood from your nose and mouth, pausing briefly to cradle your face in his large, warm hands. He rested his forehead against yours before placing the ghost of a kiss at your hairline.

You knew you were concussed, and so Ezra kept you awake. Kneeling on the floor He used dulcet tones and soft inflections to keep you engaged. He told you what he knew of the ancient Greek myths and incestuous dealings between gods and men. He expounded on the constellations and how the old prospectors would time their harvests according to the position of the stars in the sky. He told you of his childhood home on Earth and growing up in a poor parish in Louisiana. He talked about his only sibling, his older brother Isaiah, who he’d worshipped and followed blindly into the realm of prospecting before drink and women left him dead in some back-planet alleyway, robbed and stabbed.

Finally you begged in mumbling tones to sleep, your eyes weighed down and feeling full of sand. Ezra acquiesced, but not before pulling his cot to join with yours. He lay on his side next to you, grasping your hand carefully as if it were glass. He moved his thumb over your skin in circles that soothed you as your eyes closed and eased you into dreamless slumber while Ezra’s deep, even breathing anchored you to his side.

Tags: @yespolkadotkitty, @rzrcrst, @mrpascals, @cyaredindjarin, @ifimayhaveaword, @lackofhonor, @giselatropicana

#chews-erotically writes #ezra x reader #Ezra Ezra Prospect

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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the unseen one - 19

Pairing: Hades!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: i keep playing this game called “if i add this song to the playlist will it spoil the ending” and it has become my new favourite game. sorry that it took me this long to post, it’s been very hot in cambridge which always gets me in a right mood (i hate summer and heat) so i’ve been putting my frustration into finishing my exams. had to take a break because if i have to talk about serotonin once more, my only serotonin left will leave my system 😂

hope you enjoy this chapter xx

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James maintained a tight grip on her as the Charon took them back to his chambers in the Asphodel Meadows. She was silent and still almost like a statue, her eyes taking in as they went away from the Tartarus to the Elysium and finally to the Meadows. Y/N wondered why the King of the Underworld had decided to make his home in such a bleak place. The sounds were always of torture and mumbled cries, the souls were people who, in Y/N’s mind at least, deserved to be somewhere else, and were always begging to be taken out of their misery. It wasn’t a pretty place but his home wasn’t also she’d call a home of a King much less a god. The ceilings were high and the walls were painted in light and dark tones of grey with minimalistic furniture. It was a far cry from what her mother would describe when speaking about deities’ residences. However, James seemed to be a simple man, at least that’s how he showed himself before she got dragged way under.

- Do you want me to ask the servants to draw you a warm bath? Maybe some flower petals? - James questioned, his hand coming up to her face to push some hair away from her sight. - Do you wanna eat anything? Just tell me what you wanna eat and I’ll make sur ...

- Did you hurt Anne? - Y/N was probably the only person in the Underworld who could interrupt James without having the furies being released on them immediately. He daren’t look at her, knowing exactly the look she was probably giving him, the type of look that would make him want to carry the world on his shoulders until she was happy.

- I did not hurt Anne.

- Did you turn her into any of the following. - she raised her fingers as if she were mentally counting. - A plant, an animal, some sort of plant-animal, cursed her, made her grow serpent hair ...

- I didn’t do anything, Y/N. - he held onto her hands before she could list other ways gods had punished mortals. He did wanted to punish Anne, there hadn’t been anyone who deserved more to have the furies released upon them but he knew that if he did such thing, she would probably try and release the furies on him too. - However, next time something like that occurs I will punish them. I’m the God of the Underworld and I won’t undermine that.

- That’s fair. - Y/N scratched the back of her neck. She understood there was a side to him that she was yet to discover, the side of him that was a god, a ruler, but she still wanted to believe that he was her Bucky. - Shouldn’t I get back to Hecate and the other maidens?

- If you want. - he tried to maintain a calm facade but inside he was puzzling himself over if his words had maybe scared her and she would rather be with Hecate than to be with him. - You’re free to do as you may. I just thought you’d want to stay with me.

There was a tinge of disappointment and uneasiness in his features, tightened expression as he managed not to show her how upset he felt that she did not want to be near him. Maybe it was too much for her to handle, after all up until a few hours ago she was sure she was dating a CEO and now she was dating the God of the Dead.

Noticing his, Y/N slowly raised her hands to rest against his cheek, her mere touch raising feelings of warmth in him.

- Sounds like you want me to stay. - there it was, her little playful smirk. James wanted to roll his eyes at her, but he couldn’t help but feel some sort of way whenever she outsmarted him.

- I always want you to stay, Y/N. - of course he wanted her to stay. He had to endure the first moments of their relationship constantly counting the hours and looking at the sky so he wouldn’t be caught and now she was here. Sure, she was here due to uncertain circumstances, but she was still here. - But if you wanna go back to the Elysium, I would understand.

- I just don’t want to cause you any trouble. - Y/N slightly turned her head to the side, embarrassment creeping into her soft features.

- Why would you cause me any trouble, sweetness? - he took the hand that was craddling his face into his own hands, sensing something wrong. - Homesick?

- It’s just ... considering that I’m supposed to be one of Hecate’s maidens, wouldn’t people look down on you if they saw you with me?

- Y/N. - he sighed. - Your parents were Greek historians, right?

- Yeah.

- So tell me, what’s the worse thing a god has ever done? - that as a funny question for Y/N. There were lots of myths that made her sick to her stomach just hearing about it and other myths that would make her want to climb to Mount Olympus herself and punch some gods. The short answer was, there is no short answer.

- Do you want it in alphabetical order? - she joked.

- What do you think it’s the worse offence?

- Well, if you asked me what I think was the worse thing ever done by a god I’d say it was what Poseidon and Athena did to Medusa.

- Were their reputations ruined even after what they did?

- No.

- Then I won’t get in trouble for associating with one of Hecate’s maidens.

- Yeah but gods also turn into a wide variety of animals to go and do less than savoury things with mortals.

- Less than savoury things? - he smirked. - Last time I checked you were one of Hecate’s maidens not Artemis’.

- Cut it off. - she playfully pushed his chest away. Bucky just rolled his eyes at her behaviour, wrapping his arms around her waist, carefully moving her closer to him afraid she might’ve gotten hurt at the Tartarus.

- Come, let’s get some food in you. - he guided her through his place. She wondered why it was so minimalistic and why is it in the Asphodel Meadows of all places. Maybe he disliked to be surrounded by all the fauna and flora of the Elysium or maybe Hecate didn’t allow him near it. Nevertheless, it was an odd place and an oddly unremarkable home, at least for that of a King.

He left her waiting in his dinning hall, allowing her time to inspect it. There was nothing much but a dinning table surrounded by various book shelves. The books were in Greek for what she could muster but what caught her attention were a few picture frames by a half empty unit of the shelf. Y/N’s hands reached for the first one, a sepia coloured photo of Bucky and a blonde man she swore she’d seen before. His hair was much shorter and shabbier with a child like grin, arms around the blonde guy who looked much more polished. Her mind was telling her she had seen this picture before, she just couldn’t point it.

The other frame contained the photo of a couple dressed in hellenic clothing adorned by golden accessories. The man was standing tall, hand on the woman’s shoulder whose hair rivalled the gold colour of the pins in her head and stood sat on a porcelain chair. The look in the woman’s eyes was serene yet controlling, almost like a storm brewing over calm seas. On both their heads sat adorned jewelled crowns and the man held the same staff James had been holding back in the Tartarus.

- Y/N? - his voice suddenly echoing through the silent made her drop the face on the carpeted floors, a flush creeping through the apples of her cheeks as she herself dropped to the floor to grab it and put it back in its due place. - What are you doing?

- I was just looking at your photos. - she put her hands behind her back, eyes lowered to the ground like a child who had just been scolded. Bucky walked over to where she was standing, looking at the frame she had put back. - Are they your parents?

- No, sweetness. - he chuckled. - That’s Hades and Persephone, well, the original ones. I find you must have memory of those who came before you.

- She’s beautiful. I mean, I always thought Persephone had to be beautiful, after all it was said her undying beauty was what made Hades kidnap her.

- Hades didn’t kidnap her. - Bucky always forgot that mortals still fully believed the myth brought back to light by the Greek. Honestly, it was a disgrace that no Underworld God had yet to chance the misconception.

- Yes, he did. That’s why Demeter stopped doing her job.

- Sweetness, do you seriously think someone whose name means Bringer of Death could stay in the Underworld against her will?

- What do you suggest then? - she crossed her arms against her ripped tunic, all knowing smirk on her face.

- I don’t know if I should tell you now. - Y/N huffed, lips coming into a pout which made his heart melt at the look. - If you were to tell the story of Persephone and Hades, how would you tell it?

- I wouldn’t because I seemingly don’t know. - she had a playful nature to her gaze, a stark contrast to those with whom he spent most of his days with in the Underworld. James took her hand in his like a scene in a Jane Austen movie, slowly pulling her to him. - So what’s it gonna be?

- Persephone found the entry to the Underworld and decided to stay because she enjoyed it here. Once Demeter realised her daughter was gone Hades faked the kidnapping story for her because he was hopelessly in love with Persephone.

- What about the nymphs that saw the abduction? How do you explain that?

- There are some perks to being the God of the Underworld, sweetness.

- I’m guessing you won’t tell me what those perks are.

- Maybe later, sweetness. You must join me for dinner now.

- Bucky ... - she picked onto her nails, eyes looking at her shoes. - Who’s the man next to you in the photo?

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sonderthroughthestreets · 3 years

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Thanks for tagging me @something-like-a-sunflower @djsander @earthling-isa @suburbanenigma 💕

Im so honoured to be tagged by you talented people🥺🥺🤧🤧💕💕

rules: it’s time to love yourself. choose your 5 favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. tag as many writers/artist/etc. you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

1. I absolutely adore and cherish the Moyo s4 fic I’ve started with @to-enter-polaris and @jensrolt. We just wanna give people some solace from k*to and her weird season and have something that should’ve happened. We love working on this so much! Check out the master list and the Spotify playlist with Fae’s amazing music taste!

2. This Sobbe Greek Myth AU will remain in my heart bc Sarah, Fae, Em and Bianca helped me a lot with it🥺 and I know I know I have to continue it and I will soon!!!

3. This one for Femke/Jana Appreciation Week. I remember it took me so long to do bc I was having art burnout and I finished like just in time but after the first clip of s4 dropped. Anyway’s Çağrı I hope I did femke/jana justice hehe 😌

4. This one for Noa Appreciation Week. I had to study for a test and I was stressing so much I wouldn’t finish but I did and he’s here but I’m so so sad for all the potential we lost. These were the good days you guys😔

5. This one for Robbe’s Birthday. I was scared I would mess him up but I think I did pretty okay haha this one actually didn’t take that long except for his HAIR I spent like 3 h on his hair sksksjbdbdbdjsj I love him tho so it’s ok😌💕😭

An honourable mention for the siren!sander fic bc even tho I’m embarrassed about this one I still worked hard on it 🙈

Tagging @robbesdriesen @lieverobbe @jensrolt @theflowerisblue @dagcutie @welcometo-saturn @rosemolinas @mailinrichter @joshdieser @veerledejaegers @noramachwtz @boysrunaway @bauwens @nyttvera @luxandobscurus @kritiquer @demauryss @jzermans @mirroroferisedx @zoesrobbe

There’s so many more but that’s off the top of my head. If you see this and want to do this too, pls just say I tagged you, I wanna see your favourites too🥺💕

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jensrolt · 4 years

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🤭Lovely asks..💙🦋❤🌹 🤗💛

elsaaa hELLO💕💕💕💕

🦋- Tag three people you want to get to know better and state why!

@ayarambles my art inspo, teach me your ways of colouring pls 🥺 mad respect for you 💕💕💕also my (almost) birthday twin!!, I wonder what else we have in common

@descensoparcialdeliris hiiii, ajsjsjdj I like reading your tags and I like seeing you on ny dash but I'm super shy to engage (so this is me trying wkxjek), also yes phoebe Bridgers I Know the End's outro is my fave too I need it tattooed on me and played on loop until the end of days skdkekdm

@stoffans heLLO, you give me intellectual vibes especially when you answered my asks I kinda really wanna be your friend now skxkskkxkwkxm and your knowledge on greek myth? unchallenged 💯

🌹- Are you/ do you want to be in love?

Okay this one is something that I wonder about a lot. I'm not opposed to the idea of love but somehow I've developed major trust issues and just... imagining sharing my life with someone in the future like their other pair for the rest of my life with romantic feelings scares the heck out of me. My sister and friends keep saying: "Can't wait till you have a lover uwu" and I just get really upset LMAO bcs what if I don't want one? I can't even mention any guy irl without them speculating that I have a crush on them I'm 🤡🤡🤡 I know they're joking (sometimes) but like... hmmm...

but if anyone has found their s/o my heart swoons 💕💫🌸💕💫🌸💕🌸💫ajdjie good for them falling in love and stuff👏👏👏

tldr: love is nice, i'm just afraid skxkskxksk

#ask game: lovely asks #elsa 💎#thank you for sending in lovely!!💕💕 sending you hugs and good vibes💕🌸💫#platonic love is fine i like that #love is love 💕💕💕

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underoosweb · 5 years

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Salvation Ch.9

Warning: Fluff, angst

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark! reader (Eventually)

9.7+k words

Tags are open

2:30am

Pepper groaned when she heard F.R.I.D.A.Y speak

"Mrs. Stark, Miss Parker is on the phone for you."

"May?" Pepper rolled over picking up the phone

"Hello?"

"Oh thank god. I'm so sorry to wake you Pepper but Peter isn't at home and I've been messaging him, calling him but he's not answering his phone. I called all his friends and you were the next person I could think of. Is he there?" Pepper stood midway through Mays panic wrapping her robe around her body

"I'll go check around."

"Thank you." Pepper could hear May breathing heavily

"May, you need to calm down. Take deep breaths. Don't worry we'll find him, if he's not here Tony put a tracker in his suit, I can track his location and let you know."

"Ok. Ok." Pepper made her way into Y/N's room expecting to see Peter and her asleep wrapped in a blanket but instead, she saw an empty bed, blankets gone. Pepper's eyes widened, breath hitched quickly she checked the drawers, slightly feeling relieved when the clothes were still there. Pepper made her way down the stairs opening the front door she saw the two teenagers laying on the dock. Pepper quietly made her way towards them, seeing dried tears on their cheeks, faces are swollen, Peter's head rested on Y/N's chest; arms firmly wrapped around her waist. Y/Ns hand remained in Peter's hair, slight smiles appeared on their faces. Pepper couldn't help but smile at the two, she walked away careful not to wake them.

"May?"

"Did you find him?"

"Yeah, he's here. He fell asleep with Y/N."

"Oh thank god. Can you have him call me in the morning."

"Sure thing."

"Thank you, Pepper."

"No problem. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Pepper hung up the phone and went back to sleep

5:25am

2012

Y/N followed "Agent" around the helicarrier, her dad was not going to be happy about this. Y/N walked into the main control room to see Nick talking to her father, Y/N froze e/c eyes widening she hid behind "agent" as Tony turned to look at him. Phil smiled at him and Tony rolled his eyes. Phil wasn't about to get Y/N in trouble she was already scared as it is, Phil turned around nodding his head forward, Y/N turned around making her way towards the door when she bumped into a solid wall. Wait. That wasn't a wall. Y/N looked up to be greeted my ocean blue eyes. Steve smiled at the little girl

"Phil I didn't know you brought your daughter." Steve studied the young child, Y/N saw his eyebrows furrow

"Weird, she kinda looks like Tony." Y/N heard her father go silent. No, please. She was going to be in so much trouble. Y/N flinched as she heard Tony's footsteps as they inch closer, not wanting to meet his eyes she closed hers. Tony stood in front of Phil, fuming. Y/N opened her eyes to meet her father's anger filled brown ones.

"What are you doing here?" Tony asked in a firm voice. Y/N felt tears prick her eyes

"I ummm I…" Y/N mumbled. Tony slowly started to lose his patience

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE WITH PEPPER ON THE GROUND, SAFE AND AWAY FROM HERE!"

"I'm sorry!" Y/N sobbed out, she clung onto "agent"

"Tony, there's no need to yell," Steve replied, Tony glared at the man

"I will speak to MY daughter however I please, so shut it." Steve sighed

"She's not going to answer you if you continue to yell at her." Steve bent down and wiped away her tears

"Hi doll," Y/N buried her head into "agent's" white collared shirt.

"What are you doing on here?"

"I just… wanted to spend time with daddy," Y/N said turning her face to meet his.

"Daddy sent me to play with Uncle Happy so he could be with Pepper, but I missed him too." Tony's eyes softened, he sighed and bent down to Y/N's height. Tony reached out to caress her cheek, Y/N turned away from him, his hand came down.

"Bug? Wanna look at me?" Y/N shook her head.

"Please." Y/N sniffles and looks at Tony

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you, I just. This is a dangerous place and I don't want you to get hurt. I lost my cool thinking about what could happen to you and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't spend time with you right when I got home too. I'm sorry I sent you with Happy when you should have been with me." Y/N smiled slightly

"It's ok. I'm sorry for sneaking on here."

"It's ok, we gotta get you back to Pepper though ok?"

"Later?" Oh no, Tony's weakness, his daughter's puppy dog eyes. Tony would give her anything and everything she wanted.

"Bug."

"Please? Just for a bit." Tony sighed

"Fine."

"YAY!" Y/N smiled wide and hugged her father. Tony smiled, Y/N pulled away. God, she had her mother's smile and how he loved the warmth it gave off.

"Come on, we got to go to the lab." Tony grasped Y/N's small hand

"Okay."

"Bye uncle agent, bye uncle Steve."

"Sweetie my name isn't agent."

"Daddy said that was your name."

"That's right bug, his name is agent." Tony snickered, Steve smiled and waved at the girl. Tony and Y/N walked in the halls entering the lab to see a man pacing back and forth.

"Sit here." Tony lifted her and sat her away from the scepter. Agent walked into the lab

"You forgot about this."

"STITCH!" Y/N smiled and hugged her stuffed aliens

"Thank you, agent."

"No problem, little one." Phil walked out of the lab

"Umm Tony, who's this?"

"My daughter."

"You don't have kids." Bruce looked confused

"I do, media just doesn't know about it."

"Oh, Hello there."

"Hi." Y/N waved shyly

"My name is Bruce. What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"That's a beautiful name." Y/N blushed no one had ever told her that.

"Thank you." Bruce smiled

"Should she be here with me?" Bruce whispered to Tony

"Can't really send her anywhere else, she said she wanted to spend time with me."

"Tony, you won't be able to, we're too busy trying to figure out the scepter." Tony sighed and looked at his daughter who had turned her attention to the stuffed alien.

"Hey, bug?"

"Yes?"

"Do you wanna go see if "uncle" Steve wants to show you around?"

"But I thought we were going to play together?"

"I promise I'll play with you after, this time you can-"

"Why don't you just bypass their mainframe and direct a reroute to the Homer cluster, you guys can clock this around six hundred teraflops." Y/N said cutting Tony off, Bruce's eyes widened

"How?" Tony looked at the screen and smiled

"That's my girl." Y/N smiled

"That might take a while though. Hope you packed more than a toothbrush." Y/N said

"I only packed a toothbrush," Bruce replied, Y/N smiled.

"I'll go see uncle Steve and Aunt Nat, we can play later." Tony smiled and nodded

"Okay bug, you need me to walk you back."

"No, bye uncle Bruce.". Y/N waved and walked out

"How?"

"Hmm, oh, she's a genius, doesn't like to show it, no idea why. She actually helped me build the Iron Man suit."

"Honestly, should have seen that coming."

Y/N walked down the halls turning to the doors she stops hearing a whistle. Y/N turned her head to the right, biting her lip. Debating, should she or shouldn't she? Y/N sighed and gave in to the temptation, following the sound she entered a room with a giant cell in the middle of it, and a man sitting in the center. Y/N walked closer to the stranger, long raven hair, pale skin, his clothes green black and gold. Loki opened his eyes feeling a presence. Y/N stared into his sky blue eyes. Loki stared at the young girls e/c eyes, he scoffed

"They sent a child to break me. Pathetic."

"Hi?" Y/N waved clutching her stitch in her other arm, Loki raised an eyebrow

"What do you want?"

"I'm Y/N. What's your name?" Loki let out a chuckle

"You have not heard of me, child." Y/N shook her head

"I am Loki."

"Loki?" He nodded

"As in the god Loki?"

"So you have heard of me."

"Well not heard, read. Greek mythology is my favorite thing to read."

"Mythology…? I am no myth."

"Prove it."

"What?"

"Prove that you're Loki." Loki narrowed his eyes

"I DO NOT NEED TO PROVE MYSELF TO A PATHETIC LITTLE MORTAL CHILD. I AM LOKI, SOON TO BE KING OF ASGARD!" Loki yelled while standing, wow he's tall.

"You're going to be king?"

"YES! IT IS MY BIRTHRIGHT."

"That's so cool, I wouldn't really want to be a king or queen, too much responsibility." Y/N could see Loki's tense shoulders relax a bit

"What's it like? You know growing up in a palace, learning to be proper, fighting, OO did you get to find love? Or was it arranged like it was back in the day." Loki stood there staring at the girl, what game were they playing at?

"Can you tell it to me in a story with your magic?" Y/N moved closer to the cell sitting right in front of it careful not to touch the glass, Loki placed his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth. Was he really about to tell a story to this girl? This was a trick a way to get more information out of him, he needed to get the job done, he would not fail, he would not break.

"Can you please start? They don't know I'm here and if my dad finds out he'll freak out again." Loki turned to look the girl her e/c eyes burned a hole in his face

"You're a naughty child aren't you?"

"I am my father's daughter." Y/N said while shrugging

"Very well then," Loki sat in front of her careful not to touch the glass.

"Let us begin," Loki smirked, Y/N smiled when she saw little golden figures appear from his hands

"Long ago…" Y/N sat there staring in awe as Loki explained his version of his story, figures danced all across the cell. Y/N smiled when Loki mentioned his mother

"You must really love her. I never really knew mine."

"What do you mean?"

"She died when I was little." That was all she had to say about that, Loki noticed that she became uncomfortable so he made her the horrid thing she had been clinging onto when she walked in. Y/N smiled as Loki made her a dusty golden stitch, she giggled and Loki felt his heart melt, her smile made him feel safe, comfortable and warm. Loki continued his story and soon her stomach growled.

"I shall finish this another time little one."

"Noo, you're almost done. Please." Loki smiled slightly and continued. Loki didn't give her everything that happened to him, him being tortured by Thanos, his story had an open ending.

"It is finished."

"Well the story didn't have an ending, you still have to choose who to be, how you want to end it and how you want to be remembered. Thank you for the story Loki, may I come back tomorrow for another?"

"Of course." Y/N smiled and waved

"Bye, your highness," Loki smirked

"Goodbye, little one." Y/N stood and made her way to the central control room, Steve, Nat, and a tall blonde man sat at the table discussing how to get information out of Loki. Y/N tapped on Nat's back, Nat turned and smiled

"Hey, little widow."

"Aunt Nat, I'm hungry."

"Ok, I'll go get someone to get you something, sit down next to Thor. Y/N looked at her

"This guy." Nat cocked her head to the left. Y/N sat next to Thor

"Are you Thor?"

"Yes! It is always a pleasure to meet a fan."

"I never said I was a fan." Thor's smile fell, Nat and Steve snickered

"You're Loki's brother."

"Ah, you've heard of my brother."

"Do you have magic like he does?"

"No, I do not possess his skills of trickery."

"So, only thunder?"

"Yes."

"Did you not want to learn magic?"

"I was trained to be a warrior, Loki was small and weak at the time, therefore mother taught him magic."

"But why didn't you learn?"

"I was busy learning to fight."

"Couldn't you use magic to help win fights?"

"Fights were made to be won in hand to hand combat, not trickery."

"I wouldn't consider it trickery, I would say it's an added skill. It benefits you in a battle, if you are in a tight situation, you are able to duplicate yourself or even change their point of views, make them see things that aren't there." Thor sat there flabbergasted

"She does have a point," Natasha responded, Y/N looked at the agent who set a tray of food in front of her.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Y/N smiled digging into her cheeseburger and fries

"Y/N" Y/N looked up at Steve

"How did you know about Loki?"

"You guys were talking about him."

"Even we didn't know about him."

"You need to read more Uncle Steve. Greek mythology, Pepper got me the books." Steve nodded

"Y/N," Y/N turned her attention to the door

"You ready bug?"

"After I eat, please."

"Of course." Y/N smiled, continuing to eat her cheeseburger, Tony leaned against the wall staring at Y/N. He smiled as she ate. She was definitely his.

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2017

Peter swung onto the side of the compound, he knocked on the window, the light slowly came on but only dimly. Y/N smiled as she reached the window

"Well if it isn't my favorite superhero." Peter chuckled jumping into the room, pulling his mask off

"Please, don't let Mr. Stark hear that."

"Why afraid he might kick your ass, Parker."

"Yes." Y/N rolled her eyes sitting on the floor back against the bed, she patted the spot next to her and Peter sat down facing her

"Let's see the damage." Y/N placed her finger under his chin, examining his face. No matter how many times Y/N did this, Peter could feel his heart speed up, as if it were about to pop out of his chest, his face flushed, breathing shaky. If only she knew what she did to him, Y/N felt the same way.

"Well looks like a couple of scraps on your face, a cut lip and a bruise on your cheek, not too bad today." Y/N pulled the first aid kit from her drawer and tended to Peter's wounds. Peter flinched when the alcohol touched his lip

"Sorry." Y/N whispered

"It's ok.." Peter whispered back, Y/N bit her lip, Peter noticed she did that when she would concentrate, Peter looked down at her lips, god he wanted to kiss her badly. Y/N looked at Peter

"You ok?"

"What?" Peter blinked rapidly

"Are you ok? You're really red, do you have a fever? F.R.I.D.A.Y scan Peter's vitals."

"Elevated heart rate, but other than that vitals and temperature are normal."

"Ok thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y."

"Afraid we'll get caught?"

"What?"

"Your heart rate?"

"Oh yeah, won't she tell Mr. Stark I'm here."

"Don't worry about it."

"How was school?"

"Same, oh Ned and I are going to build the death star."

"Death Star?"

"Ugh, I still can't believe you've never seen Star Wars. We need to have a movie night."

"Peter, I told you multiple times I stay awake when they race then I fall asleep and Luke has one hand and is hanging there." Peter groaned laying on the floor

"There there, you should change. Did you tell May you were here?"

"Yeah," Peter replied heading to the restroom, walking out in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Peter left clothes at the compound since there were times where he would spend the night. May thought Tony knew, he felt bad for lying to her but he just wanted to spend time with Y/N.

"How about we watch it and I try and keep you awake?"

"How are you going to do that?" Y/N raised an eyebrow

"I don't know, I'll figure it out," Peter replied shrugging

"Wow, great plan."

"Thank you." Peter grinned, Y/N rolled her eyes

"Let's go to bed Peter." Peter nodded, Y/N stood and climbed on her bed, Peter remained on the floor

"Come on."

"What? I always sleep on the floor."

"That's cause you nagged me to death saying that you couldn't sleep with me it would be wrong and I quote "WHAT IF MR. STARK WALKS IN? HE COULD KILL ME. NO, HE WOULD KILL ME?" End quote"

"I was speaking the truth, Mr. Stark would kill me."

"Well, Mr. Stark isn't here."

"He isn't?"

"Nope in India, celebrating a wedding. Now come on." Peter stood nervously,

"Peter, we're just sleeping."

"I know." Peter lightly glared at Y/N. Y/N was just as nervous as Peter, this would be the first time they slept together, well they've slept together but not on the same bed. Peter always slept on the floor surrounded by blankets and pillows while Y/N slept in her bed. Y/N's heartbeat echoed in her ears, it was beating fast it was too loud, she was nervous Peter could hear it, but all Peter could hear was the sound of his own heart. Peter climbed into the bed and laid down next to Y/N.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y can you lower the lights the 15%." The lights dimmed, even more, a slight glow still illuminated the room. Y/N was scared of the dark, bad things happened in the dark. Y/N rolled on her side, staring at the side of Peter's face, Peter rolled over to face Y/N, he smiled at her, reaching out, he moved the start strand of her hair away from her face, Y/N smiled

"Good night Peter."

"Good night Y/N."

6:30am

Peter groaned cuddling into Y/N’s neck, even more, his hair tickling Y’N’s nose, it twitched. They both haven’t slept so peacefully in weeks, Peter’s arms wrapped right around Y/N bringing her peace she’s never known before, a calming of the storms in her heart. Peter believes it's her that gives him hope for the future. In each other’s embrace, they start to believe that there is nothing out there to fear, that all there is, is sunshine. Peter groaned once again once he heard giggling and saw a faded flash from his closed eyes he slowly opened his eyes to see Morgan standing in front of them with a Polaroid camera in hand. Peter sat up slightly, Morgan’s brown eyes widened she ran away while giggling. Y/N groaned and she felt Peter shift stretching her arm out wrapping it around Peter’s waist he laid back down and ran his fingers through her h/c hair, Peter smiled looking down at her, her chest rising and falling, her eyelids slightly fluttering, mouth slightly open, drool making its way down her cheek. Peter laughed, Y/N groaned feeling Peter’s chest vibrate

“5 more minutes..” Y/N mumbled against his chest

“As much as I want that, it’s almost 7.” Y/N shot up getting slightly light headed.

“What?!” Peter rolled over grabbing his phone showing her the time. 6:40am

‘“Oh my god! We’re going to be late!” Peter leaned on his side staring at Y/N looking around frantically then she stopped realizing what she probably looked like.

“Oh my god! Peter close your eyes.” Y/N squealed placing her hand over his eyes. Peter laughed

“What? Why?” Grabbing her hand and pulling it down, Y/N raced to place her other hand over his eyes

“Because I probably look like a mess.” Peter moved her hand once again and looked into her e/c eyes

“You look perfect,” he whispered. Y/N felt her face flush, Peter felt the same, his face bright red then a flash disrupted them, turning their heads to see Morgan standing there with a big smile on her face.

“Mama told me to come and get you guys because breakfast is ready,” and with that Morgan ran off into the house. Y/N shook her head standing up Peter followed her movements, grabbing his backpack and picking up the blanket

“I can take that Peter.”

“No it’s fine, just lead the way.” Peter followed Y/N into the house, their noses greeted with the smell of eggs, bacon, and toast. Pepper stood in front of the island arms across her chest, eyebrows raised. Y/N flinched she had a whole lot of explaining to do.

“Good morning Pepper.” Y/N whispered as she sat on the chair

“Good morning Mrs. Stark,” Peter mumbled with his head down sitting next to Y/N

“Good Morning Y/N, Peter.”

“Good morning Y/N, Peter!” Morgan yelled out sitting on the other side of Y/N

“Morning Morgan.” The two teens replied

“So, do one of you want to talk or…”

“I’m sorry Pepper. I couldn’t sleep so I went outside and Peter came, we were talking and fell asleep.” Pepper sighed

“I don’t mind the two of you being together but I prefer that you didn’t sneak around,”

“We didn’t mean to disrespect you, Mrs. Stark.”

“Also no more sleepovers, I mean if you do it’ll be in separate rooms, doors open.”

“You’re not mad?” Y/N asked munching on her toast

“A bit, but I’d rather you tell me that you two are hanging out than sneaking around.” Y/N nodded

“I’m sorry Pepper.”

“I’m sorry Mrs. Stark.” Pepper smiled

“Alright, finish breakfast and go get ready still got to go to school.” The two teens nodded, Peter stood and headed to the restroom

“Oh and Peter,” Peter turned and looked at Pepper

“Call your Aunt, she called here last night worried.” Peter’s eyes widened, he nodded and went into the restroom. Peter frantically changed into his clothes grabbing his phone pressing the number one, he heard the phone ring.

“Peter?”

“Aunt May? I’m so sorry I didn’t call, Y/N messaged me and I came over, we started talking and we fell asleep. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“A text would have been nice Peter, I called everywhere. I called Ned, MJ, hospitals and then when I called Pepper, she said that you had gone over and fell asleep. Do you know how worried I was? I thought something bad happened to you.”

“I’m sorry Aunt May…” Peter whispered out, he heard her sigh

“It’s fine Peter, just please next time call me or text me. Also, you’re grounded for a week, no patrolling, no TV and no going out.”

“Okay…” Peter inwardly groaned, grounded a week and a half before the vacation, well at least she didn’t say she couldn’t go.

“Get going, you’re going to be late for school. I larb you.”

“I larb you too Aunt May.” Peter smiled and hung up the phone

Y/N stood and made her way to her room, using the restroom to brush her teeth, comb her hair, Y/N changed into denim jeans and a plain grey shirt.

“You’re going to be late!” Pepper yelled

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Y/N yelled back, shoving her homework in her backpack and ran down the stairs

“I’m here.” Peter smiled

“Ready little stark? Kid?” They nodded, Y/N ran to Pepper and kissed her cheek, she ran to Morgan and kissed her cheek

“Bye Pepper, bye Morgan.”

“Bye Mrs. Stark, bye Morgan.”

“Bye kids, have fun at school.”

“BYE Y/N, BYE PETER!” Morgan yelled and waved.

Peter, Y/N, and Happy exited the house, Peter hopped into the backseat and Y/N followed, Happy turned to his right expecting her to sit in the front but instead saw an empty seat

“I see how it is a little Stark.” Happy whispered and smiled looking at the two teenagers.

“WAIT! WAIT!” Y/N turned around to see Morgan running towards the car, opening the door she looked down at her younger sister

“Here..you...go!” Morgan said gasping to catch her breathe she handed Y/N a brown bag

“Don’t open it until you’re alone.” Morgan smiled and ran back into the house, Y/N closed the door and looked at Peter

“What’d she give you?”

“No idea, she said to open it when I’m alone.”

“So I can’t know?”

“I can show you after I open it.” Peter nodded and smiled.

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Peter and Y/N made it to school 20 minutes late, they tried sneaking past the office but failed now they are sitting in the principal's office, Y/N twirled her thumbs around, Peter didn't look nervous one bit he was used to this.

"Miss. Stark and Mr. Parker, nice to see you again."

"We weren't that late." The principal sighed

"I'm going to let this slide because I understand that Miss Stark is going through a difficult time." Y/N met his eyes filled with pity. Y/N glared slightly, she hated being pitted on.

"Get to class, both of you." Y/N stood along with Peter and went straight to the English class.

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Lunch came around and Y/N smiled, chicken, mac and cheese, grapes and water. Y/N sat in the back remembering what Morgan gave her in the morning she opened her backpack and opened the brown bag. Y/N pulled out 12 Polaroid pictures that Morgan took in the morning, each a double. A little note fell from the pictures

One for you and one for Peter- Morgan

Y/N smiled and looked through each picture, one where Peter was laying on her chest arms wrapped around her waist a smile on his face, the next was of her laying on Peter's chest her arms wrapped around his waist a smile on her face, the next photo Peter was awake, kissing her forehead, Y/N blushed at the photo. When did he do that? She didn't even realize. The next photo was one of the two of them forehead to forehead, a smile on both their faces and slightly flushed. Moving to the next set it was of Peter moving a stray strand of hair away from Y/N’s face and the last set was a photo that Happy took of Peter, Morgan and her, Morgan in Peter’s arms, Peter made a funny face to make Morgan and Y/N laughed, Y/N smiled, they looked like a happy family. Y/N heard someone clear their throat quickly putting the photos away she looked up to see Flash staring at her.

“Can I help you?”

“Is what Penis-” Y/N glared and Flash flinched

“Is what Parker said true?”

“What?”

“That he actually worked with Tony Stark and met all the other Avengers?” Y/N lifted a brow

“Why so curious?”

“So he is a liar.”

“Peter doesn’t lie. Yes, he worked with my father, aunts, and uncles.”

“Father? Tony Stark only has 1 kid.”

“He has two.”

“Are you like one of those delusional fans?”

“What?”

“You know the fans who like to pretend they know the person. Let’s be honest if you’re Tony Stark’s kid then I’m Captain America’s kid. If you are his kid, why have we never seen or heard of you? Was he embarrassed by you?” Y/N felt tears prickle her eyes, was Tony embarrassed by her? No. He did it to protect her, he was Iron man she could have gotten hurt. Tony would never be embarrassed by her, he was proud of her.

“I thought Parker was a liar, but you took first place.” Y/N felt the tears rolled down her cheeks

“FLASH!” Flash turned towards the voice, Peter standing behind him, dropping his food, he raised his fist hitting Flash straight on the jaw, Flash fell to the ground clenching his jaw.

“What the hell, Parker!?” Peter ignored him and sat next to Y/N, placing his hands on her cheeks he wiped her tears.

“Are you ok?” Y/N shook her head

“Come on.” Grabbing her hand he pulled her out of the cafeteria, making his way to the roof of the school. Peter sat down, pulling her down with him. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry Peter.” Peter turned to look at her

“What are you sorry for? You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“But you punched him, you might get suspended or expelled or worse you might not be able to go on the trip so you can forget about Spider-Man, my dad, Pepper, Morgan and me. You need to go on that trip to forget about everything.” Y/N rambled lifting her head from his shoulder

“Hey, hey, hey,” Peter caressed her face, forcing her to look at him

“I’m never going to forget you. Ever. I’m never going to forget Mr. Stark, Mrs. Stark or Morgan, you guys mean so much to me. Do you want to forget about me?”

“Never.” Y/N said confidently staring into his brown eyes, they twinkled when she said that.

“I heard what he said.”

“Yeah?” Y/N e/c eyes look down

“He’s wrong you know. Mr. Stark loves you, he always mentioned you when I would visit the compound, how you managed to help build Veronica, an anti-gravity device,”

“That one was a secret.”

“Well he found out and you built my suit. Mr. Stark told me how proud he was when you finished the Iron Spider suit when I asked him about the suit he said “Kid, Y/N built it. I was worried at first because she started to be more and more like me, but she had this big smile on her face when working on your suit I couldn’t stop her and when she finished it she ran to me screaming, yelling DAD DAD DAD I DID IT I DID IT. She dragged me into the lab and showed me the suit, her smile so wide, I’m pretty sure her face hurt from how much she was smiling, my face hurt from smiling, I have never been so proud of her. I can just hope nothing happened to her.” I just stared at him and thought he really loves her.” Y/N felt the tears rolling down her cheeks once again. Peter smiled and wiped her tears

“Thank you, Peter.” Y/N whispered

“Anytime.” Y/N calmed herself and grabbed her backpack, pulling out the brown bag.

“Ready to see?” Peter nodded, Y/N pulled out the pictures and handed them to Peter. Peter looked at the polaroids sitting in his hands, his face turned red when he saw the sets. Peter never noticed how much of a couple they looked like, he loved the thought of it, did she even notice? Did she think about it? Peter saw the last set of photos, he was holding Morgan, his face scrunched up, tongue sticking out, Morgan and Y/N facing him laughing, he wanted to have a family with Y/N. Peter blushed at the thought, he let out a cough. Y/N smiled.

“Morgan said one for me and one for you.”

“Really?”

“Yup.” Peter chose his photos and handed the others back to Y/N. Peter pulled a folder from his bag and placed them in there. Y/N grabbed her bag and placed them in her notebook.

“Pete?”

“Yeah?”

“Should we head back?” Peter sighed

“I really don’t want to.”

“Too bad. Come on.” Y/N grabbed Peter’s hand, standing and pulling him up with her. Y/N and Peter walked down the stairs hand in hand.

“Mr. Parker, Miss Stark.” They froze

“Come with me.” Shit.

Peter and Y/N sat in their chairs, shifting uncomfortably feeling May’s stare and Pepper’s stare burning holes into their faces. Flash sat on the right side of them with his father.

“Thank you all for coming, the reason you are all here is that Mr. Parker here hit Mr. Thompson.”

“Peter,” May said

“You hit someone.”

“May I didn’t do it on purpose or for no reason.” May sighed, her fingers pinched the bridge of her nose.

“We have a no violence policy in this school and I’m considering taking Mr. Parker off the Europe trip.”

“You can’t do that.” Y/N butted in

“Y/N” Pepper warned her

“But Pepper, he can’t do that. Flash was being a jerk to me and Peter protected me.”

“Miss Stark-”

“NO! You’re seriously going to sit here and take the bully’s side. Flash sat there and took me that I wasn’t my dad’s daughter and that I was nothing but disappointment and embarrassment to him.” Y/N looked at Pepper, Pepper’s blue eyes widened, reaching out placing her hand on Y/N’s cheek.

“Sweetie…”

“Pepper, did dad ever feel that way?”

“Of course not, he never felt that way.”

“Flash is this true?” A deep rough voice spoke

“I… yes.”

“I see. There’s no need to take Mr. Parker off the trip. I’m willing to let this go since my son did decide to bully Miss Stark here. I’m sorry Mrs. Stark. Apologize.”

“I’m sorry.” Y/N looked at Flash

“It’s ok.” The group walked out of the office

“Y/N! PETER!” Morgan ran towards the teens

“Hey, Morgan.” They replied

“Pepper can we give Peter and May a ride home?”

“Of course.” Morgan stood between Peter and Y/N and held each of their hands, the three walked behind May and Pepper. Y/N looked over to Peter, they were in trouble.

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Peter and May hopped out of the car before they reached the door Y/N hopped out of the car

“May,” May turned around

“I’m sorry, what happened wasn’t Peter’s fault.”

“I know sweetie.” May smiled

“Don’t be too hard on him.” May laughed and nodded.

“I’ll see at school tomorrow Peter.”

“Bye Y/N.”

“Bye.” Y/N waved, she got into the car and they drove off. Peter and May entered the building and into their apartment. Peter threw his backpack into his room and sat down on the couch, his leg bouncing up and down, fingers running through his hair. He heard May sigh and felt her sit next to him.

“I know you wanted to protect her, but next time try not to hit him. Same rules apply, no patrolling, no going out, no TV and no phone.”

“May, I’m sorry.”

“I know Peter.” May smiled at her nephew

“Good for you though, protecting your crush.”

“W-What? I I don’t have a crush on Y/N.” May raised a brow

“Peter.” Peter’s blood rushed to his face

“Is it that obvious?” Peter asked shyly

“Umm, just a tad.” Peter groaned

“It’s cute Peter.”

“I don’t think she likes me in that way anyway.”

“You don’t know that.”

“It’s just,” Peter ran his fingers through his hair again

“She’s just amazing, you know. She’s insanely smart, funny, gentle, understanding and beautiful. And her smile May, God her smile, it lights up my world, it makes my heart race every time. I would do anything to keep that smile on her face. She makes me feel calm, safe and she feels like home like it’s only the two of us and there’s no evil in the world. She just takes my breath away.” May stared at Peter, his face red, a shy smile on his face, brown eyes twinkled and filled with love. May knew that he watched her like she had the stars in her hands and soft petals at her feet, he wanted to wrap her in his arms and never let go. May smiled at Peter.

“You should tell her how you feel.”

“What? No, I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“What if she doesn't like me? I don’t want to ruin the friendship.”

“Take a chance, Peter.”

“I… I’ll tell her on the trip.”

“Good.”

“Thanks for listening to me May.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to know about my nephew’s crush. Y/N and Peter sitting in a tree,”

“May,” Peter groaned

“I’m just kidding, now go do homework, while I go make dinner and by make I mean do you want Chinese food?” Peter laughed

“Yeah, thanks May.” Peter stood heading to his room

“No problem. Oh, Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Phone. Suit.” Peter inwardly groaned, he hopped she forgot about that, pulling his phone out, going into his room pulling his suit out and handing the items to May. Peter went back into his room and started on his homework.

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By the time the Starks made it home, it was dark out. Happy stopped at a fast food place and got them food. The trio said goodbye to Happy and made their way into the house. Y/N walked up the stairs throwing her backpack into the room and made her way back down the stairs, Y/N saw Pepper sitting on the couch, Morgan on the floor coloring in her book. Y/N sat next to Pepper.

“Pepper?”

“Hmmm?”

“Why didn’t dad want anyone to know about me?”

“He was worried. Scared that something might happen to you.” Y/N nodded, she remembered when her dad told her his worries, but she wanted to make sure.

“I’m sorry he said that to you.”

“Why would you be sorry?”

“I just feel like this wouldn’t have happened if you were still homeschooled, it’s only been two days and you were already sent to the office.”

“I like it.” Pepper laughed

“What? Causing trouble?”

“Yes.”

“Like father, like daughter.”

“Thank you, Pepper, for everything.” Pepper pulled Y/N into a hug

“I wanna hug too.” Morgan stood pouting

“Come here.” Y/N opened her arm and Morgan joined the hug.

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1 day before the trip

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you taking your suit?” Peter looked at Y/N

“No, I’m just planning on relaxing.” Y/N nodded

“So, does MJ know yet?”

“Nope,” Peter replied reaching for the bag of sour patches

“Are you going to tell her?”

“Maybe.” Y/N reached for a chocolate bar filled with almonds, Peter got other snacks for Ned and MJ

“I still can’t believe I agreed to this.”

“Ned and MJ said it was a crime that you haven’t seen Star Wars yet, so they said movie night. Plus we can all just carpool tomorrow to the airport.”

“So sleepover, I only gave in because you gave me the puppy eyes.”

“You love it.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Peter and Y/N walked to the register, she paid for the things. Peter and Y/N walked back towards his apartment, entering the apartment, she set the bag of snacks on the table

“Hi, sweetie.”

“Hi May, I brought you some chocolate.”

“Thank you, sweetie.”

“No problem.”

“Y/N!”

“YEAH?!”

“CAN YOU COME AND HELP ME?”

“COMING.” Y/N walked into Peter’s room, he was struggling with the blankets and pillows, rushing to him she grabbed a handful of pillows and a blanket. Y/N walked back into the living room, setting the stuff down on the couch

“Peter is all this really necessary?”

“Yes.” He huffed out placing the blankets down. Peter turned and looked at the coffee table sitting in the room.

“Where should I move this?” Peter mumbled

“Peter just move it against the wall,” May responded, Peter nodded easily picking up the table and moving it against the table, Y/N started setting the blankets down, the fluffiest ones on the bottom with the rest on top, placing the big fluffy pillows on top, she stepped back to admire her work, smiling she was satisfied. Peter stood next to Y/N, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“Good job Y/N.”

“Thank you. Should we set up the screen now?”

“Maybe in a bit.” Y/N nodded

“Do you guys want pizza for dinner?”

“Yes, please.” Y/N and Peter replied

“Alright, I’ll order now.”

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Peter laid on the edge of the blankets, Y/N next to him, MJ sat next to her and Ned next to MJ, all of them dressed in their PJs. They were about halfway through the movie, an empty pizza box in front of them along with wrappers from multiple snacks. Y/N could feel her eyes become heavy, Peter glanced at her and smiled.

“Getting sleepy?” Peter whispered in her ear

“Hmmm.”

“You’re almost there, you can do this.”

“Maybe.” Y/N shook her head and continued to watch the movie, the credits rolled on the screen

“So?” Ned asked

“What?”

“Did you like it?”

“Yeah, it was good. Should we put on another movie?”

“Lord of the rings?” Ned asked MJ and Peter agreed. Y/N’s eyes widened

“Ummm, sure.”

“Oh my god,” Peter said

“What?”

“You’ve never seen that either, have you?”

“No.”

“Ok, what have you seen?” MJ asked

“Umm fandom wise just those two.”

“Well, Peter go put it on.” Peter stood and put the movie on, he snuggled back next to Y/N.

“I’m going to clean up before it starts.” Y/N stood picking up the empty box and the wrappers, she stood in the kitchen throwing away the wrappers, folding the box and placing it on the counter. Y/N walked towards the blankets but stopped, MJ had moved over next to Peter, the two of them in a deep conversation, occasionally Ned would chime in. Y/N looked away and went into the restroom, sighing she grabbed her toothbrush and brushed her teeth. Y/N finished opening the door she made her way back to the blankets the movie had already started, she looked at Peter and MJ from the looks of it she had no plans in moving, Y/N sat next to Ned and quietly watched the movie. Y/N slowly started to become annoyed, she could hear their whispered and giggles every once in a while, they weren’t including her in their conversation. Why should they? Y/N was an outcast in their group, they had been friends for a while now. Y/N just laid down and tried to ignore them, turning on her side she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Peter glanced at Y/N, he noticed she rolled her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek and eyes narrowed she was annoyed. Peter turned his attention back to MJ, why was she annoyed? Peter glanced back at Y/N, her back facing them, Ned noticed Peter’s gaze and looked at Y/N’s face.

“She fell asleep.” Peter chuckled

“Of course.” Peter looked at the clock 11:15pm

“We should sleep too.”

“Yeah.” MJ and Ned agreed, the three rose carefully and made their way to the bathroom to brush their teeth. Ned and MJ finished and went back, Peter used the bathroom and walked back to the blankets, Ned had laid back down next to Y/N, he wanted to sleep next to Y/N.

“Come on Peter, we don’t have all night.” Peter looked at MJ and laid down next to her, Peter dimmed the lights

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” MJ and Ned replied, then they entered the world of darkness.

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3:30am

Y/N rolled onto her back and groaned, slowly opening her eyes, she blinked. Why was it so dark? It's too dark in here, she couldn't see anything. Y/N sat up, back against the couch, reaching for her phone she turned on the flashlight, careful not to wake the others up, she stood and made her way into the bathroom. Peter heard the door close, he rolled over and noticed Y/N was missing from her spot, Peter sat up and sat on the couch. Y/N came out of the bathroom and squealed when she noticed a figure on the couch.

“It’s just me,” Peter whispered, Y/N relaxed and sat next to Peter

“Sorry for scaring you.”

“It’s ok. Did I wake you?”

“No, my senses kicked in and woke me.”

“Sooo, I woke you.”

“In a way, but it’s fine.”

“Aren’t you going to go back to sleep?” Y/N asked

“Nightmare.” Y/N nodded understanding

“Do you think they have nightmares?” Y/N asked cocking her head towards Ned and MJ

“Probably normal ones, not about the snap or you know.”

“Must be nice.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Y/N asked

“I… We weren’t able to stop Thanos and I turned around you... You were disappearing and Mr. Stark was lying on the floor, coughing up blood. I couldn’t save you both.” Peter felt Y/N’s hand slip into his, she squeezed his hand

“Peter, it’s ok. I’m still here.”

“I know,” Peter said, looking at Y/N. Y/N scooted to the end of the couch and laid down, she opened her arms and patted her chest. Peter smiled and climbed into her arms, he snuggled against her neck, her fingers running through his curled brown hair.

“Night Peter.”

“Night Y/N.”

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Y/N woke up to the sound of a camera clicking. Not again, opening her eyes she saw me standing there taking pictures of the two teens

“Sorry, you just looked so adorable.”

“It’s fine. What time is it?”

“7. You guys should start getting up and ready.”

“Ok.” May turned and walked into the kitchen, Y/N looked down at Peter, running her fingers through his hair and whispering

“Peter. Peter. Get up.” Peter moaned and tightened his grip

“I don’t wanna.” Y/N laughed

“Peter, get up, we have to get ready and eat.” MJ looked at Y/N and Peter on the couch

“Morning MJ.”

“Morning Y/N.”

“Good morning everybody,” Ned said brightly

“Good morning Ned.” MJ and Y/N replied Peter moaned again

“Go back to sleep… five more minutes.” Y/N rolled her eyes

“Pete, get up. I’m pretty sure Y/N wants to go brush her teeth and use the bathroom.” Ned said

“Ughh, too comfy.”

“Peter, if you don’t get up, I will use the secret weapon.” Peter’s head shot up, her stared int Y/N e/c eyes.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me, Parker.” Peter narrowed his eyes. Y/N lifted her hands, wiggling her fingers.

“Fine. Fine. I’m up.” Peter lifted himself from Y/N, she sat up and smiled

“Thank you,” Peter grumbled. Y/N made her way into Peter’s room and grabbed her little bag filled with today’s clothing. Y/N walked back into the living asking if anyone needed the restroom because she was going to shower, everyone replied no and Y/N went to shower.

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Happy was not happy driving a car full of teenagers to the airport, the music was blasting, the boys were singing off-key and dancing around, the girls singing on key and just stook to bobbing their heads from side to side. Happy groaned, New York traffic was the worst, he wished they could just zoom through and he could finally have some peace and quiet. Y/N turned and looked at Happy, she lowered the music

“Sorry uncle Happy.”

“No worries Little Stark, I’m glad you’re smiling and having fun.” Y/N smiled

“We’ll try and keep it down.”

“Thank you.” Happy pulled into the parking lot, helping the kids unload their luggage, he followed behind the group of teens, making sure they didn’t get hurt or lost. Y/N saw the group of students along with Mr. Dell and Mr. Harrington. Y/N turned back to Happy

“I’ll see you in 2 weeks.”

“See you in 2 weeks, little Stark.” Y/N smiled, Happy opened his arms and she jumped into them.

“Thank you for bringing us Happy,” Peter said

“Thank you, Mr. Hogan.” MJ and Ned chimed in. Y/N pulled out of the hug and walked to the group.

“No problem kids, have fun.” Happy waved, the three teens waved back and walked to their group. Mr. Harrington looked like he was already having a panic attack, he counted each student multiple times, making sure he got the same number each time. Mr. Dell was calm and collected as he started at the other teacher.

“ALRIGHT STUDENTS!” The crowd went silent

“WHEN I CALL YOUR NAME YELL HERE!” Mr. Dell started naming off the students alphabetically

“PETER PARKER!”

“HERE!” Peter replied lifting his hand

“Y/N STARK!”

“HERE!” Y/N replied she heard her classmates start to whisper. Peter held Y/N’s hand.

“Parker, you and Stark here dating?”

“No.” Y/N replied firmly. Peter didn’t like her he likes MJ. To Y/N MJ was definitely better than her. MJ looked at the two, eyebrow raised. Y/N cleared her throat and dropped Peter’s hand. Peter’s smile fell, Y/N never let go of his hand. The group made their way through customs and boarded the plane. Peter grabbed Y/N’s hand making her sit next to him.

“Peter this isn’t my seat.”

“We can see if they’ll switch.”

“Peter.”

“Sorry but that’s my seat.” Y/N looked at MJ, she stood and moved out of the way

“Sorry MJ.”

“It’s fine.” MJ placed her carry on overhead and sat in the seat. Y/N sat behind the two right next to Flash. Great. A 12-hour flight sitting next to Flash, maybe he won’t be too bad today. Flash glanced over at Y/N.

“Hey Y/N,”

“Hi, Flash.”

“I really did mean it.”

“Mean what?”

“That I was sorry.” Y/N looked at Flash, his dark brown eyes apologetic

“It’s fine Flash.”

“Can we start over?” Y/N looked at the hand extended towards her, she grasped it and shook

“Sure.” Flash smiled, the seat belt sign lit up and they buckled

“Good afternoon, this is your captain speaking. Our flight time will be of 12 hours and 40 minutes.

At this time, make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position and that your seat belt is correctly fastened. Also, your portable electronic devices must be set to ‘airplane’ mode until an announcement is made upon arrival. Thank you.”

The cabin crew made their announcement next

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to direct your attention to the television monitors. We will be showing our safety demonstration and would like the next few minutes of your complete attention.” They watched the video, for Y/N this was nothing new she had been on planes so many times she lost count. 5 minutes after the video the pilot announced for the cabin crew to take their seats and prepare for taking off. Y/N hated the take off it made her sick to her stomach. The plane made its way gaining speed Y/N reached out and grabbed Flash’s hand, she did this out of habit, she always held her dad’s hand during take off and certain times it was Peter’s hand. Peter turned around, looking between the seats. He saw Y/N’s eyes closed shut, he looked down she was clutching Flash’s hand. Peter’s brows knitted, his stomach in knots, that was supposed to be him, she was supposed to be holding his hand, he was the one who should be comforting her not Flash. Peter scoffed and turned back around, crossing his arms, he knows he shouldn’t feel jealous but he couldn’t help it. Flash looked over at Y/N

“You ok?” Y/N nodded

“Sorry I usually hold my dad’s hand during taking off.” Flash nodded, the plane finally leveled out and Y/N let go of his hand.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” Y/N noticed Peter and MJ talking and laughing, she turned to her left and noticed Ned was talking to Betty. Y/N noticed that Betty definitely had a crush on Ned and Ned had a crush on Betty, she hoped the two of them would confess their feelings on this trip. Y/N turned back looking at her monitor, she scrolled through the movie options and decided to watch A Quiet Place, putting her headphones on, she ignored the world.

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3 hours later

Y/N was on her second movie when she heard the pilot speak

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned off the Fasten Seat Belt sign, and you may now move around the cabin. In a few moments, the flight attendants will be passing around the cabin to offer you hot or cold drinks, as well as breakfast/dinner/supper/a light meal/snack. Alcoholic drinks are also available at a nominal charge/with our compliments.” The flight attendant reached Y/N and asked if she would like a snack, she grabbed water, chips, cookies and some fruit, she turned attention back to the movie.

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2 hours later

Y/N sighed, they had 7 hours to go and she was bored out of her mind, she stood and walked up and down the small hallway, she needed to stretch. Peter noticed Y/N walking up and down the cabin, he stood and followed behind her. Y/N turned and bumped straight into Peter.

“Sorry, Pete.”

“You’re good.”

“Let me move over so you can get through.”

“Actually, I just wanted to talk to you, you looked bored back there.”

“Yeah, watched 3 movies and gave up after that. Flash’s uncomfortable around me still so no talking. You and MJ seem to be having fun.”

“Yeah, she was talking to me about a book she’s reading, plus she brought UNO so we’ve been playing that.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“Excuse me miss, sir, you can’t block the hall.”A flight attendant said

“Oh, sorry,” Peter said, they walked back to their seats. Y/N sat down and Peter turned around in his seat.

“Hey, Brad?” Brad looked forward and at Peter

“Yeah?”

“Can we switch seats for a bit?” Peter glanced at you and back to Brad, Brad smiled

“Sure Peter.”

“Thank you.” Peter and Brad switched, Peter was now sitting to your left right across from you.

“You left MJ all alone.”

“It’s fine. Now I can actually get some peace and quiet and read.” MJ chimed in

“Heyyy,” Peter whined, Mj placed a finger on her lips and making Peter shut up.

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8 hours into the flight

Y/N looked around, everyone around them had fallen asleep. Peter felt his eyes slowly start to close, Y/N smiled and closed her eyes.

“Night Peter.”

“Night Y/N.”

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The lights on the plane came on and everyone woke with a groan.

“Ladies and gentlemen, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Thank you.” The Captain announced, Y/N stood and made her way to the bathroom before the seat belt sign came on. Everyone else followed.

“Flight attendants, prepare for landing please.”

“Cabin crew, please take your seats for landing.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have just been cleared to land at the Venice Marco Polo Airport. Please make sure one last time your seat belt is securely fastened. The flight attendants are currently passing around the cabin to make a final compliance check and pick up any remaining cups and glasses. Thank you.”

Y/N felt the plane started it’s decent and Peter reached for her hand, she looked at Peter he gave her a reassuring smile, his thumb drawing circles on her palm.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Venice Marco Polo Airport. Local time is 9:30pm and the temperature is 70 degrees. For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. This will indicate that we have parked at the gate and that it is safe for you to move about. Please check around your seat for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you and please use caution when opening the overhead bins, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight. If you require deplaning assistance, please remain in your seat until all other passengers have deplaned. One of our crew members will then be pleased to assist you. On behalf of the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice stay!”

Everyone clapped as the plane came to a stop, they all stood to grab their carry-ons, Peter and Y/N were still holding hands as they walked off the plane to the baggage claim. Y/N rested her head onto Peter’s shoulder, grabbing their luggage they walked to Mr. Dell and Mr. Harrington, the rest of the class followed. Mr. Dell did roll call once again and once he noted everyone was there, they went outside and into the bus. No one was talking, just wanted to get to the hotel and sleep.

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They all piled off the bus, Mr. Dell giving out room keys and listing their roommates, Peter was rooming with Ned and MJ was rooming with Y/N. Peter and Ned’s room was at the end of the hall to the right, while MJ’s and Y/N’s was to the right, they all said goodnight and entered their rooms. Y/N went straight to the restroom, brushed her teeth, changed and plopped on the bed. MJ did the same.

“I can’t believe we have to be down there at 8. I just wanna have a lazy day tomorrow.”

“Same,” MJ replied Y/N opened her carry on and pulled out Stitch.

“Night MJ.”

“Night Y/N.” the room went dark and so did their worlds.

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theoi-crow · 5 years

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Hi! So I randomly stumbled upon your blog suddenly when I was looking at the greek god tag here on tumblr and I just couldnt help but feel really fascinated by being a devotee of a god. I dunno if any of this is gonna sound right because I've only just stumbled upon it but I'm so intested in it now. I was in class when I fell upon your blog and I looked up and saw a paper leaning against the wall that said 'war' (ares??) and I kinda was like "oh a sign??" But I'm not sure.

Sorry I asked a question about being new to all of this but I did some research and I'm feeling very emotionally pulled towards Apollo (like yesterday I was humming and dancing a bit while I was working on a project and I just felt so happy and thought of him and felt like he was dancing with me), and I'm sure I always have been but never noticed it until now since I've always been so fascinated with him, but I'm not 100% sure how I could strengthen that bond and work with him. Help?

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Hi!

For the first ask: I do count that as a sign because it drew your attention to it. I believe signs that grab your attention are meant for you.

I totally believe Ares would do that too! He and I have A LOT of history together, so it's funny that after reading my post he was like "sup!"

but with his war sign, I love him so much!

For the second one: "I was humming and dancing a bit while I was working on a project and I just felt so happy and thought of him and felt like he was dancing with me"

That's because he was!

You gave him the offering of humming (singing), dancing and even enhanced it with feelings of happiness.

I also noticed you like to draw which falls under his domain so he was probably looking at the project you were working on. You offered these perfect combination offerings to Apollo when you thought about him and he accepted and danced with you.

The gods like to see and feel the world with and through us. They like humans because we can share our perspectives, this is kind of akin to you reading a story from your favorite character's perspective and getting an insight on their feelings, memories, etc. Apollo knew it was for him because you thought about him, this is the god equivalent of someone calling your name.

Besides he's very interested in you and I can tell he's been interested in you and has been for a while because of this: "I'm feeling very emotionally pulled towards Apollo" and "I've always been so fascinated with him"

A quick disclaimer before I explain why I think he's interested in you: This is my personal experience on how to tell when a god is interested in working with someone, but if it does not feel true for you please feel free to ignore it because everyone has a right to disagree and have their own opinions on how to tell that a god is interested in them.

My experience: a god is interested in you, they make you interested in them, and then you can't help but feel a want/need to work with them. I explain it better using my kitty analogy:

Imagine you are walking and see a cute kitty by the pond staring at some fishes. You want to walk up and pet it but because the kitty is super focused on the fish, you will end up scaring it if you suddenly pick it up. If so, it might fall into the pond and drown trying to get away from you. So you take out your keys and lightly jingle them. The sound is loud enough to get the Kitty's attention but quiet enough for the the cat to get used it. When the cat looks at you, you slowly lower your keys and now have them over the cat's head where he tries to paw at it, now the cat is very interested so you pet it and pick it up.

In this analogy, you are the kitty, the god/goddess is the person and the keys are energy in the form of making you interested in working with the god.

By this logic, "I'm feeling very emotionally pulled towards Apollo" and "I've always been so fascinated with him" tells me that he's had his eyes on you for a while and is happy that you finally want to work with him, which is great because he's an amazing teacher and loves his followers a lot. Even his myths show him as a very caring father.

He's also amazing at giving advice. I noticed you draw which falls under his domain. I usually mentally talk to him when I do my own drawings because then he points out things to watch out for, rules I should remember and how to improve (your drawings are amazing btw!) Here is a post about how I work with him on that: (LINK)

"I'm not 100% sure how I could strengthen that bond and work with him. Help?"

A while back, a child of Apollo @daughterofthegoldenandthesilver (devotee but I like to call them his children because it sounds warm and right) asked me for advice on this as well and I spent a few days with Apollo writing about the suggestions so I recommend you try them. They are all designed for you to do them discreetly for a connection between you and Apollo without you feeling nervous that someone might catch you: (LINK)

Apollo is the god of A LOT of things; Art, Philosophy, Medicine, knowledge, music, teachings, sunlight, Prophecy, Truth, Sciences, research and a lot more. So you can talk to him at any point about anything. He likes to take care of people who are going to school because you're learning knowledge. His son Asxlepios is actually the god of medicine but Apollo will work with him when you're sick to help you get better.

There's a lot of ways you can work with Apollo but the best ones are the ones that pop into your head because those are the suggestions Apollo is giving you.

They don't have to be flashy, they can even be tasks you were going to do anyway but this time you're mentally telling Apollo this task is for him and I suggest you talk to him while you do that task.

The gods will sometimes use your own mind to reply to you so if you mentally hear a reply, that's usually them but I do warn you that if the mental message is unusually cruel or unproductive to the betterment of you as a person than that is not a god, it is past trauma talking because the human mind will parade our past trauma as the gods sometimes.

Especially when a god says things like "you'll NEVER be good enough" because the gods have been around for a REALLY long time, they know that you have the potential to achieve it.

Here is a post to read when you feel like you've failed Apollo, this is to remind you that no matter what happens he loves you and he understands: (LINK)

Apollo is very big on promises but this is a post on what to do when you accidently break a promise and how to fix it: (LINK)

If you want to make him an altar here are the different kinds you can do. Some of these aren't even physical and some are 2D: (LINK)

Here is a post on how I offer food to the gods. I personally eat the physical aspect while letting the gods enjoy the spiritual aspect: (LINK)

I hope I was able to give you enough information to get you started on the connection with Apollo.

I think the best gifts you can give him are devotional acts that help you improve as a person

because Apollo likes seeing his followers grow and improve.

His personality can be a bit strict when he's teaching you something and Apollo has been known to be with you and then disappear for a while but that's not because he's mad at you. It's more like when a parent teaches their baby to walk and then lets go of their little hands. He'll come back and he's still going to be around. There are times where I go months without hearing from the gods and suddenly they're all around me again.

I hope these tips help and I know he'll be a bright addition to your life!

May Apollo teach you to aim your bow without fear so your arrow hits bullseye on your dreams and goals every single time.

#Apollo #apollo deity #Greek gods #rosegoldtunic asks #Apollon

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theladyoflove · 4 years

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Pagan meme

Do you have a magical/Pagan name?

Besides going be theladyoflove and aradney online, nope! I use my real name irl.

How did you find Paganism?

I had always known about paganism through my aunt who is a witch/wiccan but I didn’t start doing or really believing in anything pagan until Aphrodite reached out to me.

How long have you been practicing?

I’ve been practicing for a while 13 months now! Damn how fast time goes.

Are you out of the broom closet?

I am to my partner, our friend and online friends but none of my family know.

Solitary or group practitioner?

Solitary all the way. I enjoy the community but I wouldn’t want to include other people in my personal practices

What is your path?

I don’t practice witchcraft but if I did I’d probably be eclectic like everyone else lol

D E I T Y

What’s your brand of deism?

Hard Polytheism!

Who is your patron God/ess?

Athena is technically my patron goddess as a full time student but Aphrodite is my main girl ♥

What Gods do you worship?

The Hellenic Pantheon!

Do you fear darkly aspected Gods/Goddesses, or rather respect them?

I didn’t know about any of the gods myths or personalities until I started worshipping them so I’m not scared at all lol

Do you worship the Christian God?

No, I get quite uncomfortable around the mention of him and I remember even when I was younger being in a church would make me cry because I was so scared of God.

Do you worship animals? Or plants?

I adore Gaia ♥

N A T U R E

Do you regularly commune with nature?

I’ll be honest it’s hard to find the motivation to go outside for reasons other than college or my partner but I do enjoy having plants in my house.

Taken a camping trip just to talk to nature?

I don’t enjoy camping honestly, it’s tiring

Describe the moment you felt closest to Mother Earth?

Might be weird to say but the time I nearly drowned in a lake, idk I just felt so warm and calm and ready to return to earth

Do you have a familiar?

Nope, I’m not even sure how you get one lol

Have you ever called upon the powers of an animal in ritual? Or a plant?

I’m not sure how that would work either

Do you hug trees?

I hug them in spirit. I did have to actually hug a tree for a biology assignment once and I was the only one to actually do it

Give them gifts?

I try my best to be environmentally friendly and support companies that do the same!

What are your favorite plants to work with?

♥ (this means I don’t know plants)

What is your favorite holiday?

Not an offical holiday but Aphrodite April fucking slaps I love it

What is your least favorite holiday?

I don’t really like Halloween or Christmas, they seem pointless to me and very capitalist

Have you ever held a ritual on a holiday?

No but I hope to once I do to university

Ever taken a day off work to celebrate a Pagan holiday?

Ugh if only *pulling up that post of all the ancient greek holidays* I’m ready to work for a week a year

Do you celebrate Yule on the 21st rather than the 25th?

I don’t celebrate Yule because I don’t follow that holiday and I’m too busy getting ready for the new year.

Tagging anyone who wants to do this!

#personal #pagan meme

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barnesatsea · 5 years

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HEADCANONS.

Sea salt in his blood.

The barnes family has been known to come from a long line of men who’d at some point in life stare into the ocean’s eyes and find it staring straight back at them. Fishermen. Sailors. Pirates. – Alright, maybe the pirate thing isn’t exactly written down in the family tree but Eric has a good feeling at least some crazy great great great uncle found himself wandering off the family path and seeking a little adventure in exploring the ocean, finding treasures… who knows? They might’ve even encountered a mermaid at some point, hence the no one ever seeing or mentioning them ever again.

A bloodline tied with the blue ocean, salt water running in their veins. It’s not really a surprise the youngest of the Barnes family spends at least 70% of his day doing something related to the water. His second home, the place where he feels safe despite being well aware of its many mysteries and dangers. When people feel scared and desperate they seek for shelter in church. Eric, on the other hand runs off to the harbor and spends the day feeling the waves rock his boat at a steady pace. There’s nothing more familiar than the feeling of sea salt covering his arms and the ocean’s breeze tangling his hair.

Amphitrite.

One thing that does come as a surprise though, is that Eric Barnes does not actually live in his beautiful boat, Amphitrite.

– Interrupting the current narrative, I believe it’s important to do a small comment on how and why Eric came to the naming of his precious boat, Amphitrite. The story is actually linked to a bit of background of his likes and his whole inner dilemma. However, for the sake of the comment, I’ll make it short.

It was a rainy afternoon in which an eight year old sat in front of a massive window, staring at the people running through the beach, at the grey clouds gathering up around the shore, at the giant waves crashing into rocks. His grandfather sat there too, a white beard and a distinctive ooze of tuna joining him on the couch. He presented his grandchild with a book, a book filled with wonderful creatures and gods and heroes all going on fantastic adventures… and most involving the sea and its challenges as a main character. “That’s Poseidon’s work” The old man said, pointing at the big blue waves behind their window, hearing their roar as they rose.

That day, Eric wasn’t allowed outside, he wasn’t allowed to spend one glorious adventure with his father’s sailing boat and the ocean’s wrath, but he did get to read about it as you can now often spot him whenever it’s a rainy day. Greek Mythology became and fantastic friend through which he lived wonderful adventures whenever he couldn’t actually walk up to the harbor and sail his own boat. And that’s how he came to name his very first boat, his dear old friend that would join him in his travels; Named after Poseidon’s very own wife, Amphitrite would tame the wild ocean through which they sailed and would keep him safe.

– Or at least that was the idea. I don’t want to make it sound like he actually believed in any of the myths, but his mind was allowed to hope and dream and entertain himself with the though of what if. But carrying on with the current narrative:

Even more so of a surprise was the fact that his living situation wasn’t actually something his parents requested or anything. Though, yes they would be sure to argue against the idea of their son living in his boat like some other less popular habitants of Carthay, they didn’t have to. Eric simply walked out of their home and chose a nice apartment for himself, keeping his boat as some kind of refuge; his not so secret place he could run off to whenever he felt like it. Maybe it was the fact that if he kept his home and his second home separated, then he’d have some place to run off to.

A mystery left unsolved by myself and his own sub-conscious too. A deeper connection and a deeper meaning. The thought of it not being merely a place he sleeps in, but a place through which he lives a breathes as he never does anywhere else.

Three peculiar sounds

I’m surely making it look like everything young Eric Barnes has going on in life is somewhat if nor entirely related to the ocean right outside his door– and sure, most people might see it that way, some other people might even want it that way. But really, there’s much more than meets the eye.

One curious fact is that there’s three specific sounds that are rather particular and quite strange to hear around Carthay, and when heard one’s sure to bet it’s about to be followed by no one else but Eric himself

Sound number one: A sweet melody produced by a silver flute. A gift from his parents that truly felt more like a task rather than a gift, for the young boy immediately felt pressured to learn and master the instrument in order to participate in school functions and diverse competitions. He struggled for years and his friends had a blast making fun of him all throughout elementary school up until Eric actually started using the silver instrument to his advantage– bringing it to parties and making quite an impression on curious girl’s eyes. In the end, the instrument looked quite nice in college applications for some reason and eventually, he did learn to care for it in a very special way.

A most unusual addition into somebody’s life, however Eric often carries it along as if it was an acoustic guitar or even a harmonica, and makes it look as natural as such too. An extension to his right arm he’ll only play whenever it’s a good day and he finds himself in a glorious mood.

Sound number two: Often linked to the first sound, in fact– Sea Shanties. It’s almost as if he’d somehow traveled back in time and spent years of his life working on a merchant’s sailing vessel because he’s acquired quite an impressive library of sea shanties only an old and very drunk sailor would know and sing too. Songs he managed to pick up from several relatives from a young age and of course, from his many travels across the sea.

He doesn’t sing them as often now a days, not on land anyways. He saves the lyrics for the travels he makes from one coast to the other, and of course for the afternoons he spends with his relatives on deck. Most days he’ll limit himself to playing the melodies as he lays on Amphitrite and watches the sun go down.

Sound number three: A carefully assembled playlist of songs ranging from the year 1975 to the year of 1995. Some older, and a very very limited selection of more actualized music. He’s a soul from the past, trapped in the year of 2019, that’s something most would not be able to deny.

An old soul that smiles at cheesy lyrics, experimental sounds and a heavy use of synthesizers. There’s something gleeful about that whole era that’s somewhat injected into the music produced in it. He finds in today’s music that pop is lacking originality, rock is losing its soul and sometimes becoming all to much and only the alternative genre is somewhat tolerable. Of course, you wouldn’t find Eric complaining out loud and asking for a change of tune, but his smile is definitely brighter once Culture Club is on.

God knows he wants to break free.

Walking down the harbor whistling his favorite Queen tune, a gigantic white and gray mass of hair he calls Max following his trail, the sunshine in his hair. Such a put together boy, one would thing he’s got life all figured out– some actually even stick around to see if he’ll share the secret they’ve all been looking for their entire lives.

Perhaps not the top of his class graduating from high school, but certainly among the top five, with the title of student body president on his pocket. Accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in the entire country, and studying there along with two of the best friends life could’ve ever given him. No girlfriend, but quite a line of beating hearts just waiting for him to give them a chance, and quite a line of other hearts who’d been welcomed in once upon a time and politely invited out with no hard feelings left on either side. He’d studied what his parents wanted him to– Economics and some Business Administration courses on the side. He’d come home triumphantly and accepted the challenge of learning everything about his father’s business and had been even given the opportunity to run some of the smaller departments.

The sun shone in his childhood; going on wonderful adventures with his two best friends, learning from his grandfather’s fantastic tales, being the light and day of his mother and father. When growing up, he glistened, becoming just the man his father dreamed as a successor, just the one his mother hoped she’d once married. His future was bright, brighter than most would be lucky to fantasize over; and yet for some reason, there was something rather bleak about it, something Eric often times simply chose to ignore.

Something that could’ve been spotted from a mile away if you paid close enough attention. Unfortunately, that was not the case on most of his relations.

I suppose it all started where all stories started in the Barnes family. With a man staring into the ocean’s eyes and the ocean staring right back at him. This man, was much younger at the time, but his heart was in the right place for in the ocean’s eyes he was able to find that powerful and old and wise soul. And in that moment, he decided it needed to be protected, it needed to be loved and befriended.

Now the story doesn’t go like some magical tales in which the ocean would reach for the man and hold on tight to his hand– but it didn’t need to, really. It was more than enough that it’d happened in the man’s heart.

Now unlike his father who’d stared at the ocean and found opportunity in it, Eric dedicated his life to finding that very soul he’d once been lucky to see. He followed the family’s traditions and became a master sailor and navigator of the oceans but rarely ever indulged in conquering anywhere and much less fishing anything. Instead he tagged along to see the world and meet the culture and learn from the people and their traditions. He studied hard and became a top student, but also enjoyed his time with his friends and found a mistress called literature who would from then on join him in his various travels through life. He got himself into an Ivy League School, the one their parents had chose long before they were even born and had happily agreed on once the three boys had been united by chances in life. In there he studied economics and excelled in his tests and projects, but he also became truly fascinated by the social aspects of it all. He then chose to go to law school, to the most prestigious school of all, leaving behind his friendships for a moment and telling himself it’d been all to follow the plan his father had wanted him to follow: But perhaps there was something else there, something deeper that somehow connected him to that old soul he once had met so many years before. He’d assisted the family functions and participated in charities and eventually found himself joining tradition and hosting those charities on his own– it only seemed natural after all, but maybe there something else other than money and status, maybe it was him reaching out to hold on tight to his connection with that old soul.

And that’s really what sets him apart from all of those high class people he’s constantly surrounded by. He’s followed a road to perfection but focused on the most curious things his father couldn’t have foreseen. He once found life, raw and alive and he’s been on the lookout ever since. Living from the sea salt in his hair and the sunshine in his face and good heartfelt music to dance along to and beautiful people to have them join in on this wonderful thing he calls life.

The bleak spot.

Now all is not good and shiny in everybody’s life, but it sure can seem to be if we hide our eyes and cover our ears before the storm growing above. And Eric does a fantastic job at hiding himself from whatever drama life throws his way– or at least he’s been able to do so for the 28 years of his life. Always content, yet never quite satisfied.

Bu there is something. Something that settled itself far before he was even born and something that’s only grown and grown, preparing for the day he looks up and stares right back.

From the moment he was born, there was little in his family’s business that was kept a secret form the young boy. If anything it seemed quite the opposite as he was constantly ushered into meeting and pushed into making acquaintances with the fancy names and big wallets that ever found themselves walking into his family home. Little did he know, it was far from the case.

It’s truly amazing, if you think about it, how a group of men can manage to keep a whole section secret from the boy who’s been preparing to run the whole show for his entire life. How it’s remained remained a secret even when the young man has been running an entire department in the company for some time now.

Kept behind whispers, behind notes, behind closed doors with a misleading labels. That the family business is hardly what it looks like– fishermen alright, but my did pirates behave better when it came to the places they touched and the ocean they travelled through. A company of fishermen that’s been slowly killing the very source of their income for the longest time. It started out as an honest endeavor, a simple rearrangement of strategies and priorities that would take an already successful business to the moon and back. A strategy that managed to put the name of the Barnes family in every kitchen from all around the world. But that wasn’t enough– nothing ever is. With money, a thirst for power was fed and so the lion was taken out of his cage.

I don’t really mean to antagonize Eric Barnes father, but it’s not my intention to make him a saint either. Unlike his son, he wasn’t oblivious to the things that happened to the company but instead held tight to the reigns and directed it even forward into a path of absolute avarice. However, he’s nothing more than a man, a man mislead and blinded, but a man nonetheless.

They’ve kept this from the youngest Barnes. And with good reason too. They’ve kept from him the company’s involvement in the destruction of vital areas on the marine ecosystem, their involvement in the illegal hunting of species, their involvement in the increase in waste released– affecting both animal and human communities. They’ve kept from him the slow death they’ve been organizing for one of his dearest and oldest friend, the ocean.

Perhaps it’s best if he continues distracted in his search for The One and remains an ignorant to his family’s true business until his father finds the right way and the right time to break the news.

#❝ dancing under the moonlight: muse ❞#i needed to put them somewhere before i lost them #( headcanon )

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thestudyfeels · 6 years

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Now, before you throw your outdated iPhone 4 in the trash and dip, all I ask for is a chance. Tada! That’s it! A chance is all I need to prove that math can truly be fascinating (did reading that make you puke just a little?)

Frankly, I’m not very good at intros. But I am good at math, so let’s jump right in, shall we?

The logic behind the dislike of math is actually ridiculous. It’s a myth. A bigger one than Medusa. Well, at least she had an excuse - those cringey snake hair (tbh, I'm more turned off than scared by them).

And usually, more often than not, this myth has been passed down through our grown-ups, be it parents, a sibling, or some random guy eating burnt popcorn (the guy version of me) at school, because of which they are even the more accepted.

“Math is boring.” “What’s dx, dy anyway? Since when does the alphabet mix in with numbers? They smashed?” Here. Pause and take a moment to think about why you hate math. And also what kind of people you're hanging out with.

Your answer might be something like “because I don’t understand it”. But that’s not the ONLY reason. It’s more of something, say, you never made the effort to understand it. And why was that? Because, heck! Our seniors told us math was going to suck before we even began doing it. They have to be right, RIGHT?

The hate has been coming down since generations. Do you realize now who is to blame? Not math. It’s Adam. He got stuck at 3+3 and started all this drama. Geez, Adam.

In order to truly enjoy doing math, learn to respect + love it. Or, at least have sympathy for it (math has suffered enough, mate. He deserves to get laid too).

All the love, respect, and eye-roll provoking stuff automatically comes when you break a false belief, create a new one in its place, and take hell-bent-for-glory kind of action. This, in fact, is one of the most popular ways in the self-help department of bringing out your inner conqueror (see book recs: here) but we’re going to use it for math. Yay!

To not freak you out, let’s break it into three itsy-bitsy steps. Three steps to loving math, I got you homie. (Also, welcome to the clickbait life, we killin’ it out here.)

STEP ONE: BREAK YOUR LAME-ASS BELIEFS ALREADY, EMILY.

Here’s stepping into psychology 101. The subconscious mind, which began interacting since the moment you were born, picks up beliefs that may or may not be true. It isn’t the judge (perhaps the reason why we are effed up). Your conscious mind, the real judge, only becomes fully mature when you hit puberty and become a desperate hoe. But unfortunately, it’s late to the party. By that time, your subconscious mind is already the prom queen.

Cutting this short, the beliefs that the subconscious mind gathers, they become our truths. Even when they really aren’t. It’s sad but true.

For instance, if you saw your father struggling with accounts or your sis forgetting what tables were, then your subconscious mind might have assumed: ‘math is difficult’, ‘math needs memorizing’, ‘math leads to crying and pain’, ‘eff math’.

Taking action:

Here’s how to get rid of these false beliefs. Journal subconsciously. This means without a stop, without cuts or edits, in a flow. Next, take up each belief and understand that it was just there for providing comfort and safety (yes, we only hold onto beliefs if they give us something in return. Saying math was difficult probably gave Em an excuse not to take action. It generated sympathy and the teacher might’ve offered his free time for extra coaching).

Then, thank those false beliefs (DO NOT turn this into a self-loathing assignment) for providing that comfort and do that “shoo” motion with your hand. It’s time they ran along. Sounds absurd and simple right? It is that simple. Once you make the decision to let go of your old, fake beliefs, they really do leave you for good. Try it out.

STEP TWO: WELCOME THE NEW-NEW, SHINY BELIEFS.

Next up, we go belief shopping. I assume that if you’re reading this, your conscious mind has already come into play. If not… well, hello there kiddo! The shopping cart is not a go-kart, so please stop swinging it around, and yes, Santa is real, you get to keep that belief, but all the other ‘truths’ mommy spoon-fed you? They may or may not be. Finding out is your homework for today (welcome to my class. I teach life, sons).

Taking action:

In this step, you take up each notion and mould it into something newer, truthier (yes this is an actual word even if it sounds like Greek), and shinier. Say, for example, Emily got sick of flunking math and decided to take action (thank you for doing that, Emily. Honestly). Here’s what her journalling would look like:

“I feel dumb while doing math. It’s too difficult for me.”

This becomes: “I’ve been holding a grudge against math since childhood which blind sighted me. This time I'll give it a chance.”

“Math involves difficult calculations, which is way out of my league. For me, getting that Cali guy's number would be easier than pulling up my math grade.”

This becomes: “Through action, and not screwing around, any shit is possible. A math grade is nothing.” Also, I heard, that guy, Liam? He’s gay. Might as well go on a date with math.

This practice does sound a bit silly, but trust me, the more willing you are, the more easily will you be able to conquer math. #SaveMath.

STEP THREE: TAKE HELL-BENT-FOR-GLORY ACTION

Now that the belief breaking and making part is over, here’s the most important one. To do the goddamn math. *Drumroll*

See, nothing comes without the good ol’ hard work. That’s a fact. In the words of Lilly Singh (who is a total queen and an appreciator of cute puppies and good memes) - “The universe respects your changing of fake values for better ones. However, it respects a good hustle even more.” To get better at math, it’s important to actually do it.

Who’s excited?! *crickets chirping*

Ahem, ok. Here are my tips to get better at it:

Practice.

Math doesn’t even require making notes. Instead, it requires continuous practice. Set aside time to do, say, 10 sums every day, and build up on that. Turn it into a habit so it becomes second nature.

Understanding which way works better.

The fun part about math is that a single sum can be done in ten different ways. 2+2 can be either done by adding two choco chip cookies with two more, or you can just multiply 2 with 2 [ as 2(1+1) = 2(2) = 4 ]. Obviously, the latter works better when you have huge numbers because I know you’re broke and can’t afford cookies (same) and are way too old to go hunting for the cookie jar in your mom's kitchen. Plot twist though, this understanding, again, only comes from practice. So get down to it already.

Increase your speed but don’t compromise on accuracy.

It’s exactly what the title says. What fun is it if mom takes up the entire day to count out the cookies? And then ends up giving you one less cookie than you wanted? It’s the same with doing math. This again comes from practice so…*evil laugh*

Other quick tips (because I like tiny bullet points):

Don’t use calculators. Stop depending on it and use your mind for once (assuming it isn’t already filled with cat memes).

Get yo’self a timer. Compete with time. If you’re a highly competitive person like me, this will motivate you to work harder and get better.

Every time you see two 2 digit numbers at the same place, (say a car’s no. plate: 2312) add, multiply, and subtract the numbers IN YOUR HEAD. This will improve your basic calculation speed. So 23+12= 35. 23-12=11. 23*12=276. [ as 23(10+2)= 230+46 ].

You can find other tips about math by scrolling through my math tag: (x) (x)

Practice. There’s really no way around that.

Here are some related masterposts if you want to read more:

Conquering biology by yours truly

The math masterpost by @acadehmic

Math resources and links by @ashleigh-studies

Want instant motivation? Here’s my #ThursdayPickup!

Well, it’s a wrap! I post new articles every week (the schedule’s here) so you can follow me if you are into killing the game & conquering life. I’ll do my best to help you in the tough yet amazing journey called life. ✨

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I hope you are well, stay strong and conquer life, you conqueror.

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dumbledearme · 6 years

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chapter twenty-six—saved by a mortal

read Child of Land and Sea here

Act IV — To Stop The Tide

Part I — And I can hardly wait to discombobulate, I'll send you back and packing in a shipping crate.

"Just relax," Sally said, but she didn't sound relaxed. "It's only an orientation tour. And remember, dear, this is Paul's school. So try not to... you know."

"Blow it to shit?"

"Pretty much, yes."

Andy sighed. Paul Blofis was Sally's new boyfriend. He was an English teacher and had managed to convince Good High School to accept Andy for the next school year. Andy had tried to warn him that it wasn't a good idea, but the man just wouldn't listen to reason.

"You haven't told him the truth about me, have you?"

Sally tapped her fingers nervously on the wheel. "I thought we should wait."

"So we don't scare him away?"

"It's just one morning, Andy. It'll be fine."

"I'll be expelled before even starting school."

"Think positive, honey. Tomorrow you're off to camp! And later today, you've got your date-"

"It's not a date!" Andy protested. "It's just... Anthony."

"He's coming all the way from camp to meet you."

"Yes."

"You're going to the movies."

"So?"

"Just the two of you."

"Stop it!"

Sally held up her hands in surrender. "I'm just reminding you, Andy, that if by any chance you have something to say to that boy, today is the perfect time."

"Consider me reminded."

Andy got out of the car and into the school. Two cheerleaders ambushed her in the halls. "Hi," they smiled. "Welcome to Goode," the blonde one said. "You are so going to love it!"

The other girl, with a name tag written Kelli on it, said, "What's your name?"

"Uh, Andy."

The two girls exchanged a look. "Oh, Andy Jackson," the blonde one said. "We've been waiting for you."

Having a bad feeling about that, Andy was about to run when Paul Blofis showed up to greet her. The cheerleaders backed off. Andy anxiously passed them, kneeling Kelli in the thigh. Her leg made a hollow, metallic sound.

"There you are," Paul was saying. "Welcome to Goode!"

"Yeah, hey, Paul."

"Andy, you look like you've seen a ghost," Paul said. He patted her on the back. "I know you're nervous, but you've got nothing to worry about. We get a lot of kids here with ADHD and dyslexia. The teachers know how to help."

"If only ADHD and dyslexia were my biggest worries," Andy mumbled looking over her shoulder to where the cheerleaders were watching her. Then Andy looked down the hall and saw a girl with frizzy red hair also staring at her.

Andy cursed under her breath. Somebody called Paul and he went to see what the person needed. The red-headed came swinging. "I thought I'd never see you again! As a matter of fact, there were some days when I thought I'd imagined you..."

"Rachel Elizabeth Dare," Andy recalled. "No, I'm real."

The girl smiled, a little too flirtatiously. "And you never told me your name last December when you tried to kill me."

"I wasn't... I didn't... What are you doing here?"

"Orientation," Rachel shrugged.

"You live in New York?"

"You thought I lived at Hoover Dam?" Suddenly the smile vanished from her freckled face and her eyes widened. Andy followed her gaze and saw Kelli, still watching her. "Run," Rachel whispered.

"Why?"

Without answering, Rachel took Andy's hand and pulled her down the hall to the band room where they hid behind a bass drum. "You think they followed us?" Rachel asked, crouching down.

"The cheerleaders?" Andy asked. Rachel nodded nervously. "I don't think so. What are they? What did you see?"

Rachel's green eyes were bright with fear. "You wouldn't believe me."

"Oh, I'm fairly sure I would," Andy said. "I know you can see through the Mist."

"The what?"

"The Mist. It's... like a veil that hides the way things really are. Some mortals are born with the ability to see through it. Like you."

Rachel studied Andy carefully. "You did that at Hoover Dam. You called me a mortal. Like you're not." Her face was pleading. "You know what it means. All these horrible things I see."

"Uh... yeah. You see... What do you know of Greek myths?" Rachel waited. "All those monsters, the gods, the stories... they are all true."

"I knew it!"

Andy blinked. "That was strangely easy."

"You don't know how hard it's been," Rachel said. "For years I thought I was going crazy. I couldn't tell anybody. I couldn't-" her eyes narrowed. "Wait. Who are you? I mean really? You look like you, but you're not... human. Are you?"

"I'm a half-blood. I'm half human," Andy said carefully. She had no idea why she was telling this girl everything. For some weird reason, they'd had this instant connection and Andy felt she could be trusted.

"And half what?"

Just then, Kelli and the other stepped into the band room. The doors slammed shut behind them. "There you are, Andy Jackson," the blonde one said. "It's time for your orientation." While Kelli stood blocking the doors, the blonde one went toward Andy. When the cheerleader was close enough, Andy drew Riptide and pointed at her chest.

She snarled and began to change. The color drained out of her, her skin was white, her eyes were red. Her teeth grew into fangs. She looked like a vampire. But her legs were different from one another. The left one was brown and donkey-like, while the right one was made of bronze. She advanced on her weird, mismatched legs.

Rachel threw a snare drum at the empousa's head. The demon hissed and batted the drum away. Rachel threw a xylophone, but the demon just swatted that away, too.

"I don't usually kill girls," she growled. "But I will enjoy killing you two."

She lunged at them and Andy slashed with Riptide. The blade sliced straight through her cheerleader uniform, and with a horrible wail she exploded into dust all over them.

"You killed my trainee!" Kelli yelled. "You need a lesson, half-blood!" Kelli changed into her true form. "I'm senior empousa," she growled. "No man has bested me in a thousand years."

"I'm no man." Andy attacked, but Kelli dodged. Andy placed herself between the empousa and Rachel. Kelli circled them.

"Such a pretty blade," she said, watching the sword. "What a shame it stands between us." Her form shimmered. "You don't even know what is happening, do you? Soon, your camp will be in flames, your friends will be slaves to the Lord of Time, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. It would be merciful to end your life now, before you have to witness that."

Voices started coming from down the hall. The empousa's eyes lit up. She picked up a tuba and threw it at Andy, who ducked. The tuba sailed over her head and crashed through the window. The voices in the hall died down.

"Andy!" Kelli shouted. "Why did you do that?" And she kept throwing instruments and making a mess. Andy charged after her. The door flung open. Kelli turned toward Andy like a cowering victim. She cried, and before the sword could hit her, she exploded into flames.

"Andy?" Paul Blofis looked completely stunned. "What have you done?"

Kids screamed down the hall. The fire alarm wailed. Ceiling sprinklers hissed to life.

"You have to get out of here," Rachel whispered. Andy nodded and with a last apologetic glance at Paul, she sprinted for the broken band room window.

Andy burst out of the alley onto East 81st and ran straight into Anthony. "Hey, you're out early!" he laughed. For a split second he was in a good mood and everything was fine. He looked as charming as ever; his gray eyes sparkling. Then Rachel appeared and Anthony's smile melted. For the first time he noticed the smoke, the alarm, the screams. "What did you do? And who is this?"

Andy introduced the two of them. Police sirens wailed on FDR Drive.

"Andy," Anthony said coldly. "We should go."

"I want to know more about half-bloods," Rachel said. "And monsters. And this stuff about the gods." She grabbed Andy's arm, whipped out a permanent marker, and wrote a phone number on Andy's hand. "You're going to call me and explain, okay? You owe me that. Now get going. I'll make some story. Tell them it wasn't your fault." Just like that, she ran back toward the school.

Anthony stared at Andy. "You told a mortal girl about half-bloods?"

"There were two empousai! And she can see through the Mist. I mean-"

"You told her the truth?"

"She recognized me from Hoover Dam, so-"

"You've met her before? This is strange," he shook his head. "Well, I guess our afternoon is off. We should get you out of here, now that the police will be searching for you." Without another word, Anthony took off and Andy had to jog after him.

In the taxi, Andy tried to talk to him but Anthony seemed to be far away. All she managed to get out of him was that he'd had a monster-infested spring in San Francisco; he'd come back to camp twice since Christmas, but wouldn't tell Andy why; and he'd learned nothing about the whereabouts of Nico di Angelo.

"What about Luke?" Andy asked.

"Mount Tam is till overrun with monsters," he said. "I didn't dare go near it, but I Luke isn't there anyway."

"How can you know?" she asked. He didn't answer. Andy felt like he was keeping something from her but decided not to push him. "What about Grover?"

"He's at camp. We'll see him today."

"Did he have any luck? With the search for Pan?"

"You'll see."

"Okay, are you mad at me?" she finally asked.

Anthony glanced at her and sighed. "No, Andy. I am not mad at you. I'm just mad."

The taxi dropped them on Farm Road 3.141, at the base of Half-Blood Hill. They hiked to the crest where the young guardian dragon was dozing, coiled around the pine tree, but he lifted his coppery head as they approached. "Hey, Peleus," Anthony greeted. They walked down into the valley, greeting the others, until Anthony said, "I need to talk to Clarisse."

Andy stared at him. "What for?"

"We've been working on something," he answered. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Working on what? And with Clarisse?"

Anthony glanced toward the forest. "I'll tell Chiron you're here. He'll want to talk to you before the hearing."

"What hearing?"

But he jogged down the path toward the archery field without looking back. Andy cursed and made her way through camp. Then she found herself face-to-face with the biggest hell-hound she had ever seen. She was about to draw Riptide when a man said, "She's harmless. Meet Mrs O'Leary."

Andy blinked. The man smiled dryly. He had short gray hair and a clipped gray beard. At the base of his neck was a strange mark, a purplish blotch like a birthmark or a tattoo, but Andy couldn't tell what it was.

"Mrs O'Leary is my pet," he explained.

"Okay," Andy said slowly. "And who are you?"

"Quintus."

Andy shook his hand. It was as rough as sandpaper. "Andy Jackson," she said. "How did you, um-"

"Get a hell-hound for a pet? Long story, involving many close calls with death and quite a few giant chew toys. I'm the new sword instructor, by the way. Helping out Chiron while Mr D is away."

"Mr D is away?"

"Yes, well... Busy times. Even Dionysus must help out. He's gone to visit some of the lesser gods. Make sure they're on the right side. I probably shouldn't say more than that." Then he looked around thoughtful. "They didn't have camps like this when I was a boy."

"You're a half-blood?!"

Quintus chuckled. "Some of us do survive into adulthood. Not all of us are the subject of terrible prophecies."

Andy was about to ask him about said prophecy, when Chiron appeared. "I see you've met our new instructor. Quintus, do you mind if I borrow Andy?"

"Not at all, Master Chiron."

Andy said goodbye and walked away with Chiron. He asked about the empousai and Andy told him everything, including Kelli bursting into flames. "The more powerful ones can do that," Chiron said. "She did not die, Andy. She simply escaped. It is not good that the she-demons are stirring."

"It is not good that they were waiting for me. How did they know? Gods, I... If it weren't for Rachel..."

Chiron nodded. "Ironic to be saved by a mortal, yet we owe her a debt. But we can talk of this later. We're going to be late."

"Late for what?"

They had reached the forest, but Chiron was leading Andy through a path she did not know. "The Council of Cloven Elders is meeting to decide Grover's fate."

At the clearing, a bunch of satyrs were sitting in a circle in the grass. Grover stood in the middle, facing three really old and fat satyrs. He was telling them a story.

Standing off to one side of the circle were Anthony, a girl Andy didn't know, and Clarisse. Andy stood next to them. The small girl had wispy hair the color of amber and a pretty, elfish face. Her eyes were tinged green. She was dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. "It's going terribly," she sniffled.

"No, no," Anthony patted her shoulder. "He'll be fine, Juniper." He looked at Andy and mouthed the words 'Grover's girlfriend'.

"Master Underwood!" the council member on the right shouted. "Do you seriously expect us to believe this?"

"B-but, Silenus," Grover stammered. "It's the truth!"

Silenus turned to his colleagues and muttered something. "Master Underwood, for months we have been hearing these scandalous claims that you heard the wild god Pan speak."

"I did!"

"Impudence!" said the elder on the left. "I've had it up to my horns with this nonsense. As if the wild god would speak to... to you!"

"For months," Silenus continued, "we have indulged you, Master Underwood. We let you travel. We allowed you to keep your searcher's license. We waited for you to bring proof of your preposterous claim. And what have you found in months of travel?"

"I just need more time," Grover pleaded.

"Nothing!" the elder in the middle chimed in. "You have found nothing!"

Chiron leaned in and said something to the satyrs. Silenus sighed and nodded. "Master Underwood," he announced, "we will give you yet one more chance."

Grover brightened. "Thank you!"

"One more week."

"What? But, sir! That's impossible!"

"One more week, Master Underwood. And then, if you cannot prove your claims, it will be time for you to pursue another career. Something to suit your dramatic talents. Puppet theater, perhaps. Or tap dancing."

"But, sir, I... I cannot lose my searcher's license. My whole life-"

"This meeting of the council is adjourned," Silenus said. "And now let us enjoy our noonday meal."

The circle of satyrs broke and Grover walked dejectedly toward Andy. "That went well, huh?"

"Those old goats!" Juniper said. "Oh, Grover, they don't know how hard you've worked!"

"There is another option," Clarisse said darkly.

"No. No." Juniper shook her head. "Grover, I won't let you."

His face was ashen. "I... I'll have to think about it. But we don't even know where to look."

"What are you talking about?" Andy asked.

In the distance, a conch horn sounded.

"I'll fill you in later, Andy," Anthony said. "We'd better get back to our cabins. Inspection is starting."

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