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imkindaintopans · 2 years

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HIRAETH CHAPTER 1

i’ll be honest, this is just a random idea while reading mark of athena.

so here i am, writing an au fanfiction series in the percy jackson universe. May Uncle Rick bless thee fanfic and you too! hope you like it.

bunch of ocs, like a bunch

-procrastinating author

summary (without spoiling): An introduction to one of our ocs... that’s it. I’m sorry I really can’t say anything more for now, forgive me readers

pairing: percy jackson x oc

warnings: my 1st fanfiction here and also some angsty stuff (ex. cheating, greek stuffs and a bit of death? can’t spoil sorry.)

series: prophecy (advices to read this before proceeding)

Earth’s Son

G E O

He closes his eyes shut. Trying to ignore the noises around him, Geo hid behind a pillar. He was getting tired of the celebration repeated every day. Humans, offering the food they farmed themselves, the water they stored for the heat and the money they need, only to prove their existence on the temples they built on their own. Praying and kneeling to stones. It was pitiful.

‘The Light has shone to the Gods!’

He can’t help but to chuckle at the mortal praises. Really, it is ridiculous. “What are you smiling at, Uncle?” A sudden messenger popped beside him. Geo only glared, “Stop calling me your uncle, Hermes.”

The young god smiled in return. “But you are my father’s brother, Uncle Geo.”

He peeked at the worshipper below them, “I thought you don’t like attending such parties.” Geo sighed as he started walking away, Hermes immediately followed after him. “Where are you going now?”

“Away.”

“Why?”

Geo stopped. He stared at the boy that’s tailing him. Hermes only stared back out of confusion, before realizing the answer after a minute, “I-Is it... B-Because of me?” His voice sadly shrunken as he ceased following Geo.

Geo, being guilted by the sudden pouting, shook his head slowly. “No. It’s not because of you- Well. Not because of ONLY you.”

“I don’t get it.”

“... Since you’re here, that means that Zeus will follow next, am I right? Or Is he here already?”

“Zeus? Yes, Father will-“ Hermes looked at Geo with eyes widening, “Oh. I forgot. You two are still in quarrel.”

Nodding once, Geo continued to leave.

He recalled what happened the last time he saw the God of the Sky,

"Punishing him was unnecessary." His eyes finally looked directly to the figure in of him, “N-No. Punishing him with this- It’s... This is isn’t right.”

Zeus responded as he stood, he was always taller than Geo- a physique he always feared. "You are right. Perhaps it is too merciful. Maybe changing-"

"Did you even hear me?" Geo snapped. "I said this isn’t right! That means that you’re- You’re not right. Prometheus gave them fire. Fire! I cannot understand why-" He stopped, trying to form his thoughts. Humanity is a painting, nothing but a picture being trapped in a canvas. Displayed only to be looked at and to be waited until it rot and be faded for so long.

Though it troubled him to see these petty beings being played at. He isn't one to involve himself in their matters. Geo never cared for paintings, that was meant for another God's talent not his.

He handed to himself his truth- That these creatures weren't the painters. They do not hold the brush to their end. Even to their minds, they cannot comprehend that they are only created, only to be used to fill in desires. A pitiful and lifeless portrait,

... Yet they always appear to be moving.

Perhaps these characters are reaching to escape their frames, trying to continue the masterpiece themselves. Quite rather rebellious choices from them, he would say. But still-

Is it wrong that Geo admired that about them?

Maybe...

"Prometheus can seek foresight and avoid this future." Maybe a different point of view will give him an answer.

"Yet challenging the fates, he took that risk and still helped them. Isn't that enough to convince you? Let humankind grow on their own, they weren't created to only obey your enjoyment. Why give them life if you'll only strangle them out of it?" Despite backing away for a second, he regained composure. He stared back to the God, only to be met by an amused smile. It irked him.

This is a god. Specifically one that shared a part of himself as they both have the same mother-

Mother. What a word.

It disgusts him, having to carry the fact that he's one of... These 'Gods'. These so-called figures, hollow pieces of marbles and stones that present images of perfection that lies are full of disappointment. These charlatans of faith.

"My brother, you seem too inclined with the mortals. Perhaps you want to follow the Titan's footsteps and accompany him into enchainment."

The air around them became colder. Geo felt it again, that fear. He was looking up to the God in front of him. He tensed up, hiding his attempt to gulp as he stopped himself from saying anymore.

He caught his reflection on a silver platter in front of him. It was placed on a long table, surrounded by feast of foods yet it had nothing upon it. It was just a used dirty, silver plate. Showing a murky face too familiar of his,

He had enough. The realization struck him. He wasn't one of them, he never was and he never will be. He didn't want to waste his purpose to walk behind these false gods. He is his own. Not anyone's.

Trying to fight the coldness, he closed his eyes. Silently breathes. He can’t do anything for now, and he shouldn’t. Throwing more words to this argument isn’t worth of his time. He calmly bowed his head and apologizes to Zeus, something that he knows is too forced to be even accepted.

“I apologize for raising my voice.”

He heard the God’s obnoxious laugh. He waited it to subside only to listen to his gritted farewell, “How funny, you are- It seems that the mind of yours is getting thicker. You should stop its growth before it gets over your head... Be careful next time, brother.”

Bullshit. If he could, he could just-

“Uncle!”

Geo stopped his tracks to meet the panting Hermes. “Hermes. Didn’t I told you to stop calling me-”

“Uncle. Yeah, I k-know. Could you just wait? I want to go with you.”

Raising an eyebrow, he turned his attention. “Don’t you rather stay with the celebration? They might miss you.”

The young messenger gasped dramatically, “No way! I only came here because Art told me that you’re here, Uncle- Geo. I meant. Also... It’s getting boring staying there. Mortals keep shouting that ‘The Light has shone to the Gods!’, when they’re only blocking the sun and standing too picturesque to look good.”

Following his bit long complaining, “Pfft.” Geo let out a subtle laugh. Surprised, Hermes only smiled at his uncle.

“Fine... Come with me. But please avoid talking too much, it getting more annoying lately.” He walked first.

“Of course!” He ran after, “Have I already told you about what happened to Daphne? I heard Apollo tried to court her again.”

“... No. What happened?”

“He deserved it. Daphne punched him. Really, really hard...”

Geo only nod along. Despite the stubbornness, he still can’t help but to listen to his nephew.

He woke up.

Stumbling, he got up. He could feel the grass around him. His eyesight is still blurry, but there isn’t any injury he could that could have caused. Maybe he’s just dizzy. He closes his eyes to regain something, though it lays no importance.

Geo knew that Zeus would never kill him, even after what he did, he couldn't. That bastard still has some mercy left for the young titan.

He ordered for him to be forgotten, he is no longer their brother or a god, not that he was in the first place. His name shall not be mentioned as well, even to the smallest temple or prayer. Could you imagine what would happen if he did something worse? What if he completely destroyed his statue- That'd be fun. Why didn't he think of that?

He laughed as he opened his eyes. He was somewhat regretting this decision. Was he too radical in his actions? Yes. Yes he was.

The Gods gave him a chance to live- a normal and quiet life ‘underneath’ Olympus. He smiled at the thought, "Is this what you want, Mother?"

“Aren’t I lucky?” He stared. There’s a cliff. Dark and rocky, “I could jump there if you just signed so."

After completing his staring contest with the peddle beside his foot, he leaned to the nearest tree to watch the scenery in front of him. Across the cliff, a bunch of trees and meadows waved back at him. It was peaceful,

Hermes's right. This world is quite strange.

If he could see him now, he surely would make fun of him being too sentimental.

... Will he visit me one day? How long will I wait?

I’m afraid that I am destined to stay here. Alone.

For I cannot leave Earth... As I am her Son.

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gotnofucks · 3 years

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Prometheus

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Summary: You disappoint August and must make up for it.

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub themes, language, 18+ ONLY

A/N: This is my entry for the Happy Hoelidays Challenge by @donutloverxo @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 . You guys are all fucking amazing and I adore you! I chose the prompt “Kissing under the mistletoe” but with a twist. And honestly, this whole fic is a mess. But I hope you’ll find something worthwhile here.

Masterlist

Our love story will not be found in romance books. People like him and I, we don’t exist in rose tinted pages with flowery scents. We are found within the darker pages of horror books, where our love is written with blood and pain, where it’s ghastly stunning in its dangerous beauty. But I promise you, it’s no less beautiful than the walks in a meadow or cuddles in the bed.

We bleed and cry, from eyes and heart. We drown each other deep and deeper still, only to pull back above the surface as we’re about to die. That gulp of air, that’s sweeter than any other, if simply because it’s the one that has us clinging to life.

I like to think that I am Prometheus, and he is my Eagle, sent by the gods to devour me day after day, letting me writhe under him. It’s pain beyond anything, but what most don’t understand is that I need that pain to feel alive. But what if one day Prometheus was left hanging alone, liver intact and no eagle to eat him out?

That would be torture.

I am being tortured.

The whip in his hand cracked on skin and I choked on a sob. The sharp swish of the whip parted the air again and crashed on the skin with precise intervals, creating a crisscross of welts like a painter does his design. The blue in his eyes was clouded by the deep, boiling waves of anger and disappointment.

I could take his anger, but never his disappointment.

His anger meant punishment, it meant retribution. His disappointment meant distance, it meant betrayal. And here I was, Prometheus who disappointed his eagle and now watched that beak bite on someone else’s liver.

She took his hits gracefully, only small whimpers escaping her as his whip landed on her bottom. They left marks on her skin, but they seared my heart. People say nothing hurts more than being punished this brutally. They know nothing. Nothing of the pain of watching someone else take your pain, your punishment. People don’t know the torture of being tied down and being made to watch your master pour his anger into someone else.

I closed my eyes at the scene, incapable of watching more. It was more than my heart could take. I had promised to take his love and his hate, his sweetness and his poison. And to have someone else cry under him, wear marks on her body that should have decorated me left me more broken than any of his toys would have done.

“Please sir” I begged, “No more.”

His eyes were on me the entire time, even as he had someone else at his mercy. He cocked his head to the side, looking at me naked and tied up, balancing on my knees. He came closer and lifted his booted leg to part my thighs with it, an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Melly, leave.” He ordered the other girl. She swiftly got up and left without a word, just happy to be of service when required. I raised my eyes to his, pleading, begging. His large hand traced the curve of my cheek before dropping to the collar on my neck, playing with the charm that dangled on the front.

AW’s Princess

“I should take this away” August said, and I jerked as if I had been electrocuted. I shook my head, hair falling away from the elastic that secured them. He couldn’t take away my collar. No, he simply couldn’t.

“Please, no sir. I am sorry.” I sobbed.

To me, this collar was a symbol of ownership. Of being claimed by August Walker, being his. I would never trade this for a wedding ring, for this was more sacred to me. It sat on my neck, over my pulse, beating with the blood that pumped under it and reminded me that every breath I take belongs to him. That I chose to surrender my life living at his feet.

“What are you sorry about, Princess?” He asked me. Before I could answer, he was walking away to pull from his drawer a bowl and his trusted vibrator, and the sight of it made my thighs tremble.

“I am sorry for lying to you sir.” I replied. He hummed, coming to kneel before me, placing the bowl between my parted thighs and opening me wide with two fingers. I gasped, mouth parted as he touched me most intimately, his fingers that easily pulled the trigger of a gun running gently along my spongy walls to create an explosion no less than a gun shot.

He followed every pant that fell from my mouth, observed every twitch that showed on my face and drank in the fluttering of my lashes. Whenever I would turn my face he would tut, forcing me to look at him.

“How did it feel when I hit Melly instead of you?” He asked me, and slowly started to insert the vibrator inside me. I sucked in a breath, wincing at the stretch before answering.

“It hurt sir, it hurt so much.” I whimpered, tears shining in my eyes before dropping to my cheeks.

August leans back once the vibrator is completely in me, my juices dripping out from around it. Cupping my face gently, he brushed a soft kiss on my forehead, like the brush of angel wings and the slightest nip of Death’s scythe at once.

“You hurt me too.” He whispered. The darkness in his eyes had me shivering, both from fear and arousal. Being with August felt like standing on a cliff, every moment terrified that a strong gust of wind would have me pummeling to the ground. But when one wants to fly, even falling becomes a kink. How long does the fall last, and when you do hit the ground, how good does it hurt?

It hurts like heaven.

“You will fill this bowl with your cream” He ordered, “You will drip into it, and as you do, you’ll tell me where you went wrong. Apologize to me like you mean it, give me a reason to have you at my feet.”

He started unbuttoning himself and with every new inch of him revealed to my hungry eyes, I dripped. I clenched around the vibrating toy inside me, moaning softly. This is how completely he owned me. The eagle was going away, and it was up to Prometheus to seduce him to come back, to convince him to eat that liver one more time, that the taste it worth it.

“I am sorry sir, I lied to you. I didn’t tell you where I was going.” I started. He continued undressing, languidly tossing aside his clothes to unveil the scarred flesh underneath. I could tell every battle he’d ever fought by tracing the hardened marks over his body. Sometimes when he would let me, I’d trace the scars of his heart too, feeling the hurt and loss that lingered in their ridges.

“Where did you tell me you were going, Princess?” He asked me, sitting naked in front of me on a chair. Easy, confident.

“To the movies with my friends.” I lowered my eyes, ashamed of myself for lying to a man who can see through anyone and anything.

“And where did you actually go?”

I bit my lip, knowing I had disappointed him. He required nothing from me but trust and honesty.

“To see my family.” I whispered.

He shook his head, a sneer curling under his mustache. His gaze bore into me with a force that had me gushing in the bowl and he scoffed. The control he had on my body without even touching it was almost embarrassing. He got up to stand in front of me, his hard length so near to my face if I poke my tongue out, I’d be able to lick him.

“Your family” He spat the word like it was poison. “Why don’t I like it when you go meet with them Princess?”

“Because only you’re allowed to hurt me sir.” I answered.

August was not a nice man, he was not someone you mess with. He got off on pain and terror, on instigating fear in those around him. But when it came to me, only he is allowed to hurt me. He will whip me and spank me, tie me and choke me, but woe betide anyone who so much as hurt a hair on my head. Which is why I didn’t tell him I was meeting my family.

Every meeting with them came out the same way. Me in tears after a shouting match. For someone who had never managed to quite fit in anywhere, my only solace was August’s arms. And those arms would pound anyone to pulp if I cried tears that were put in my eyes by anyone but him. Fucked up? Maybe.

“Why did you go?” He asked, brushing the tip of his cock on my face, smearing his cum and marking me. The natural musk of him filled my nose and I leaned forward to have a taste when he moved away, wagging a finger in warning.

“It was Christmas.” I pathetically said.

August smirks, his eyes falling on the bowl between my legs that had collected my slick. He exhaled, kneeling before me and pulling out the vibrator with a pop, instead replacing it with his fingers that had me struggling in my restraints.

“And you thought I wouldn’t celebrate Christmas with you?” He asked me and flicked his fingers on my hardened nub that had me cumming into the bowl. His name was like a chant on my lips and I begged him to set me free, to hold me again.

He took away the bowl and put it on the bedside table, coming back to finally release me from the ropes that bound me. Carefully picking me, he dropped me on the bed and smirked nastily.

“I even got us mistletoe. I was going to hang it on the door and surprise you with it, but since you’ve chosen to be a bitch today, I’ve found another place for it.” Saying this he pulled out a bundle of mistletoe and held it over his cock, looking expectantly at me.

“W-what?” I sputtered.

“You’re supposed to kiss it sweetheart” He mocked and came closer, slapping me across the face with his dick. I blinked at him before licking my lips and taking him in my mouth. His familiar taste and thickness made me feel at home, and I sucked and slurped, trying to show him how sorry I truly was.

His hand tangled in my hair and pulled me along, bobbing me up and down his length, one hand still dangling the mistletoe over my head. I relaxed my body, letting him guide me as he wanted. My love was my apology, and this was my repentance.

“I had planned a fun night with you” He snarked, sitting deep inside my throat, “I got you a fucking tree and presents. Thought we’d watch a movie. But all that romantic bullshit doesn’t work for us, does it?”

His pace increased as did my moans. I held onto his thick thighs that had more than once choked me. He may have all the power over me, but I reveled in that just the same.

“We don’t make love beside the fireplace darling, we burn ourselves in the fireplace, surrounded by the flames of passion and lust that run in you and me.”

His words heated me up and I doubled my efforts, taking him deeper and looking into his eyes, letting him speak to my soul as he owned my body. He tensed and twitched, warmth pooling in my mouth and down my throat and I smiled when he pulled away. My jaw ached a little, but pain was an old friend.

“That was quite a kiss” I said, and he chuckled, pushing me down to lie on my back.

“It’s not over by a long shot.” He said and taking the bowl with my cum he dripped my essence over my bare chest and belly. My skin broke out into gooseflesh as the cold liquid hit me but just as soon it was followed by the warmth of his tongue, sucking me, tasting me.

This is what being worshiped felt like. In chains and in pain, and yet the object of desire and love. When one slap meets your cheek, the following caress feels just that much softer.

August rolled on his back, smearing the rest of my cum over his own chest. I leaned over him, tongue gliding through his hair and veins, dipping into deep scars and damaged tissues. His voice rose in a crescendo, cock hardening again and as I licked, I climbed over him, aligning myself and bringing him home with one thrust.

“Fuck” He whispered, mouth meeting mine in a kiss, sinful and dirty. He kissed me like the Angel of Death serving me the elixir of life. I bounced on him, rode him like he was the stairwell that would take me to heaven. His smell, his taste, the feeling of his rippling flesh and the dominance in his eyes set fire to my veins. I clamped hard on him, sliding my damp body over his as I crashed and fell apart.

His hips kept pushing up, going hard enough as if trying to come out of the other end. Nails dug into the flesh of my thighs as he kept me steady over him, pumping into me until I felt him release inside. We fell into a tangle of limbs, a sheet lazily pulled over my bruised body. That was the thing with August, when he hurt me it left a mark on the outside, but never inside.

“I love you” He softly panted in the crook of my neck. I turned over and clung to him, pulling him close in my embrace. Prometheus needed his Eagle to feel alive, and the Eagle needed Prometheus to sustain. Neither is complete without the other.

“I love you too”

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godsofhumanity · 3 years

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I adore your Titan HCs, do you have any for the younger generation?

*jotaro kujo voice* YES! YES! YES! YES!

❤ warning: long post ahead! ❤

PROMETHEUS

okay full disclaimer- Prometheus is my favourite titan <3

i imagine him to be that guy that you bring home to meet your parents and they instantly love him... he's the guy that other parents see and are like "yeah he's a good kid, you should be more like him".

i think Prometheus does have a little bit of a mischievous side, but he's NOT immoral.

he enjoys good pranks and funny jokes, but he's not obscene- he's just cheerful.

i also think Prometheus is very intelligent. from all of the younger generation, i think he's the smartest and the wisest.

Prometheus is also very considerate and gentle. i don't think he's the kind to yell or shout.

he doesn't get "angry" as much as he gets "disappointed" (which we all know is worse T-T).

during the Titanomachy, the original myths say that Prometheus sides with Zeus, but i wanted to elaborate on this further- my hc is that Prometheus didn’t just side with Zeus, he had, for some time before he even knew Zeus existed, been going around and rallying the other younger Titans to form a resistance.

i think that he grew up around Cronus’ palace and watched Cronus as he slowly corrupted himself, and Prometheus knew that it was time for change.

so i think that Prometheus and a few of his cousins had a little superhero group going on, and when they finally met Zeus, i think Prometheus was essentially Zeus’ right-hand man. i don’t think they always saw eye-to-eye, but i think Zeus appreciated Prometheus’ advice and leadership skills, and this just makes the fire incident all the more tragic </3

about the fire incident- i think that Prometheus has a genuine love for humanity. to him, humans are the children of the gods and he believes that it's the gods’ responsibility to take care of them.

which is why he risks his life to grant humanity fire- he knows how important it is for them to survive, and his heart bleeds every time he sees the gods abuse and interfere with them </3

in a previous set of hc's (scroll down to the Cronus section), i mentioned that i think Prometheus' love for humanity began as a child when he saw Cronus create the first age of man- the Golden Age.

i think he was quite captivated by these living beings not born from the gods, but molded and shaped by them in their image. and i think that really impacted him deeply.

Prometheus' wife is Hesione, and i think that when Prometheus stole the fire from Zeus, he did it because he knew that Hesione is a strong goddess, and he knew that she'd support him (which i think she does!). i think his whole family shares his love for humanity.

when Prometheus was chained to the rock, i think Deucalion was still very small and didn't quite understand where his dad had gone, so i have this hc that when Deucalion grows up, he actually goes to the rock where his dad is chained and they talk it out- and Prometheus expects that Deucalion will be full of hate for him because he left them all alone, but in fact, Deucalion is a lot like Prometheus, and he actually really looks up to his dad and he’s proud to be Prometheus’ son, and he’s proud to help humanity the way his dad did :)))

more Prometheus hc's as well Atlas, Menoetius, Anchiale and Epimetheus hc's here <3

HELIOS

i think Helios is a bit of goofball.

in my head, he’s this incredibly handsome and elegant looking titan... he looks so cool and he’s turning heads when he walks.. but then he trips on the pavement because he got distracted looking at a frog on the sidewalk.

Helios is very kind, i think.

in the myths that he appears in, it’s usually because he’s seen something happening to someone somewhere and now someone else wants to know what’s up so they consult him- and it’s occurred to me that Helios literally never refuses to help.

he helps Demeter when Persephone went missing, he told Hephaestus when he saw Aphrodite and Ares having an affair. he helps his granddaughter, Medea, even after she commits a bunch of atrocities. i think at his core, he’s just a very amiable titan.

i think he does have a bit of an ego. he’s proud of who he is and who is family is. he knows that he’s important and that the work he does is important. but Helios isn’t arrogant or boastful about it. he values honour and despises cowardice.

Helios is very energetic. when he gets excited, i think he jumps around a lot and he just wants to tell everyone and anyone about what’s made him so excited.

in some myths, they say that Helios’ wife was Perse, an Oceanid, but my hc for him is that he doesn’t really have one wife- he has many consorts, and i think he doesn’t really care for settling down.

he’d think of himself as a romantic.

also, Helios is very paternal. i think he loves his children more than anything else in the world. he probably shows pictures of his kids to everyone, “hey have you seen my daughter? she literally just turned some guy’s friends into pigs,, isn’t she awesome? #prouddadmoment”

i don’t think that Helios is the brightest bulb in the shed. he’s not stupid, but i don’t think he’s an intellectual genius the way i’d say Prometheus probably is.

in the previous section, i mentioned the idea that the younger titans had a little resistance group, and i think Helios was a part of this group.

i have this brotp idea that consists of Prometheus, Helios and Pallas being bros. i think Prometheus brings the brains, Helios brings the looks, and Pallas brings the brawn.

i’ve always wondered why the younger titans never seem to have that much of a role in Olympus- i mean, it’s always Zeus and his siblings, despite the other titans being quite powerful (i mean, Helios is literally the Sun). my hc for this is that after Prometheus was so brutally punished by Zeus for the fire incident, everyone was pretty hurt- i mean, they were closer to Prometheus than to Zeus, so seeing him being punished like that was just extremely sad and heartbreaking for the rest of the titans.

i think as a result of the incident, the rest of the titans kinda distanced themselves from Olympus. no one wanted to be there anymore because it felt wrong.

i like the idea that Helios visits Prometheus at his rock often, and they sit and chat and Helios tells him about everything that’s happening :)

SELENE

i think that Selene is the eldest of Hyperion’s children. first came Selene, then Eos, and then Helios- the moon is followed by the dawn which heralds the coming of the sun and the start of a new day.

Selene is very tall. i imagine her to look very beautiful, but also very intimidating.

while her siblings are described as having numerous lovers, i don’t think Selene is much of a romantic. the only love of her life was the mortal Endymion.

i think Selene is very guarded. she comes across to people who don’t know her as cold and aloof, but that couldn’t be further from the truth- in fact, i think Selene is very emotional, but she’s not vocal about it.

she expresses her feelings through actions rather than words.

just as i think Helios was part of Prometheus’ little resistance force, i think Selene and Eos were as well.

as siblings, i think Selene, Eos and Helios are super close- they are quite inseparable. they’re all very protective of each other as well, and they’d defend each other at any cost.

EOS

Eos is the middle child in Hyperion’s family.

i think she’s very energetic and passionate. she’s incredibly friendly and not-shy.

as the goddess of dawn, i think she generally is a pretty gentle soul, but she can also be very loud.

i think she has more than a short temper- it’s a fleeting temper. she’ll start yelling and screaming, but then she’ll see a butterfly and she’ll calm down immediately.

Eos is also a little whimsical. she can be indecisive about what she wants or what she feels- that’s not to say that she’s deceiving. i don’t think she has a deceptive bone in her body- she always says what she’s thinking, maybe sometimes without a filter.

but even so, i don’t think Eos plans ahead. she’s a live-in-the-moment type of girl.

in the Eos-Tithonus myth, when Tithonus starts to age because Eos forgot to gift him eternal youthfulness to go with his immortality, Eos takes pity on the poor guy and turns him into a cicada- and even though it was kinda Eos’ fault that Tithonus was suffering from old age to begin with, i think it was a kind gesture that she relieved his suffering, rather than just ignoring him.

related to cicadas- i think Eos love bugs and critters and stuff like that. she loves all animals, and that includes little insects.

there’s a myth where Eos sleeps with Ares and incurs Aphrodite’s wrath- Aphrodite punishes her to be filled with insatiable lust and that’s why Eos kidnaps a lot of pretty boys. but tbh, i like the idea that Eos, at her core, is just naturally a lover.

i think she’s a bit of romantic, and she falls in love easily.

i think she appreciates typical romantic sentiments- roses, and chocolate.

of course, i think her greatest love is Astraeus, her husband (more about him below ^-^).

more Eos hc's here :D

PALLAS

Pallas is one of the titans who doesn't really have too much lore.

the Latin author Hyginus calls Pallas "the giant", and he was assumed to be the titan god of warcraft, so this makes me imagine Pallas to be decently tall, and muscular.

Pallas in my head is pretty stoic. i don't think he's all that verbal with his emotions.

in saying this, i don't think he's averse to saying what he feels- he doesn't think that emotions are a bad thing, he just doesn't express it too much.

earlier in this hc set, i mentioned my hc that Prometheus, Helios and Pallas have a brotp. i think that Prometheus and Pallas, in particular, are really close- Pallas is the son of Crius who was thrown into Tartarus for siding with Cronus, so i imagine that Pallas and his brothers must have grown up with Prometheus and his siblings.

related to his domain of warcraft, i think Pallas is a really good fighter. i think he likes to fight, but he's very honourable.

if he lost in a fight, i don't think he'd be a sore loser, or he'd rage about it- he'd accept his defeat with grace and dignity, and he'd acknowledge the strength of his opponent.

in my previous set of hc's for the elder titans (scroll down to Eurybia's section), i mentioned that although Pallas likely would have sided with Cronus rather than Zeus during the Titanomachy in the original myths, my hc is that Pallas sided with Zeus instead.

this ties in with my hc that Pallas is an honourable and noble titan.

Pallas' wife is Styx and i have this hc that while on a hunt, Pallas went to wash his bloody weapons in Styx's river, not realising that she was there. and Styx was really mad about him "polluting" her river so they fought. and i think Pallas was really impressed by her fighting skills, and eventually they became friends, and then lovers, and then they got married.

i also think Pallas was really lackadaisical about it- i mean, i don't think he's a romantic at all. he just looked at Styx one day and was like, "hey do you want to get married?", and Styx, who is also generally pretty chill agreed <3 i think they are probably the most chill couple from the younger titans.

PERSES

my hc is that Perses is the middle child in Crius and Eurybia's family. Pallas is the oldest, and Astraeus is the youngest.

i think Perses, from all his siblings, is the most like Crius.

he's very intelligent, and sensible. he's quite mature.

Perses' name means "to ravage" or "to destroy" which paints a pretty brutal idea of him. but i personally don't think that Perses is violent as much as he is a strategic and skilled fighter.

i like the idea that Pallas taught Perses to fight <3

i think he's a little colder than his siblings, and i think he has blind loyalty to his king, which is why i agree with the traditional lore that suggests that Perses ended up in Tartarus after the Titanomachy.

in the previous set of hc's (scroll down to Eurybia's section), i mentioned that i think Eurybia has moments where she can fly into quite a ruthless rage- i think Perses inherits this from his mum.

on Perses' wikipedia page, it says that he "was wed to Asteria", which, when i first read it, sounded pretty cold and aloof. i mean, it didn't say that Asteria was his consort, or his wife (which sounds more intimate and familiar), it just says that he was wed (which sounds like it's just something that *happened*)...

what i'm trying to say, is that i don't think Asteria and Perses had a love marriage- i think it was probably arranged.

that's not necessarily a bad thing. i think Perses and Asteria both agreed to it, and i think that for the most part of their marriage, though they may have not been in love with each other, they were certainly quite content to be together.

Perses, though he can seem indifferent to those around him, is still kind. i think he's very patient, and respectful.

i've said before that i like the idea of having Hecate's magic something that Hecate inherited from Perses' side and Asteria's- i think Coeus (Asteria's father) was pretty nifty at magic as was Crius (Perses' father), and i think Perses and Asteria both inherited this and passed it on to Hecate.

ASTRAEUS

Astraeus is referred to as the titan god of the dusk, and he was also associated with the winds and the constellations.

my hc is that, unlike his older brothers, Astraeus is a lot more in touch with his emotions. i think he's quite vocal about it.

in terms of personality, i think Astraeus closely resembles his mum, Eurybia.

more often than not, he's always smiling and laughing, and being positive.

i also think that Astraeus is a gooey romantic. he's the cheesy type.. the cringey lover.

Astraeus' wife is Eos, which makes a lot of sense thematically since Astraeus represents dusk, and Eos represents dawn.

i have a hc that Astraeus fell in love with Eos the first time he saw her- love at first sight. and i think Eos felt the same way.

because Eos represents the dawn, i imagine that she's an early riser.. i mean, really really early- 3 AM. Astraeus meanwhile, who represents the dusk, is a little bit of a late riser.

i have this hc that Eos stopped by his house at some obscene time in the morning and woke him up so that he could ride with her in her chariot and witness the sunrise the way she sees it, and it was the most beautiful thing Astraeus had ever seen (besides Eos of course <3).

anyways, then they got married and sickened everyone to death with their cringey nicknames for each other.

in the original myths, it's mentioned that Eos had many lovers on the side, but i think Astraeus is okay with it- i don't think he feels threatened by Eos' affairs because he's knows that he's the only true one.

also, i'm not sure whether Astraeus was originally sent to Tartarus, but my hc is that he fought on Zeus' side through Prometheus' little super-titan resistance team. this makes sense to me not simply because i like Astraeus and i don't want him to rot in Tartarus, but as the god of the dusk, he has a pretty important role as a personified concept. so it doesn't make sense why he would get removed from the narrative like that.

ASTERIA

Asteria is best known as being the mother of Hecate by Perses.

as i've already said, i think that Asteria was quite proficient with magic herself, and i like the idea that she taught Hecate.

in terms of personality, i imagine Asteria to be very clever, and witty. i think she's very gracious and patient. i don't think that Asteria is much of a fighter- she doesn't like violence or conflict, but she hates injustice more, and she is willing to make reasonable sacrifices if the cause is just.

my hc is that she is close to her cousin Prometheus. i think they get along very well because they have similar personalities. i also like the idea of her being good friends with Hesione, who becomes Prometheus' wife.

during the Titanomachy, she almost definitely sided with Zeus in the original myths, and i agree with that idea.

after the war, the myths say that Zeus pursued Asteria as well as her sister Leto, but Asteria rejected his advances. in most myths, Zeus' unrelenting pursuit of her ends with Asteria escaping from him by transforming into the island which becomes known as Delos.

i like the idea of Asteria becoming Delos which, as we know, becomes the refuge of Leto when she gives birth to Apollo and Artemis. i like the idea of family always finding away to provide support, BUT i don't like the aspect of Zeus as a forceful and insatiable god.

so my hc is that while Zeus did chase after Asteria, i think Delos had already been created by Asteria previously as a place for her to raise Hecate, and when Asteria returned to that place, i think Zeus knew that it wasn't happening and he gracefully gave up.

i mentioned in Perses' hc's that i think Asteria and Perses had an arranged marriage. i think their marriage was interrupted by the Titanomachy, and although Asteria took Zeus' side, i think Perses took Cronus' side- which definitely led to a little conflict within their family.

my hc is that Asteria already knew that she was pregnant with Hecate during the Titanomachy and she wanted a better life for her daughter which is why she fought alongside Zeus, and i think she also knew that Perses wouldn't fight against Cronus- so she had to choose between her child and her husband, and she chose her child.

after Olympus gets established, i think Asteria and Leto live on Delos together, happily retired, the way they deserve <3

LETO

i've actually already done a few Leto hc's here so i won't repeat them :)

#i love the titans.. god bless you for sending this ask to me <3 #prometheus #helios #selene #eos #asteria #perses #pallas #astraeus #hc #asks #lukewasrightaboutthegods #long post

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Tomura would like to say that it had been a clever, long planned escape. That they’d carefully accounted for every variable, had everything packed and ready, that all they were waiting for was the right time to spring their plan into action before disappearing into the night.

Things never really worked out that way outside of fiction though.

When it came down to it, it had been just one bad day in a lifetime of bad days driving him into action. Big hands leaving big bruises, the muffled weeping of someone small and helpless, the warmth of tears soaking his shirt as he tried and failed desperately to make it right. Their mother had tried the carefully planned route of escape, and she’d been caught in her planning. Her punishment was a mind so badly torn apart she couldn’t even take care of herself anymore, shunted off to a facility to be looked after until a time it was deemed she was allowed to come back.

In the end he’d just grabbed Izuku and bolted in a frantic rush of adrenaline, getting away with Kurogiri and dumb fucking luck. And they only managed to escape permanently due to circumstances well outside of their control.

If Izuku hadn’t been completely obsessed with heroes and All Might in particular before, he sure as fuck was when the number one hero smashed thier piece of shit old man into a red mist of blood and brain matter. He couldn’t blame his little brother, not when the looming threat that had haunted them from the moment they’d run was suddenly gone. Dead.

A weight was lifted that day, even as they sat huddled together beneath an overpass, a biting winter wind chilling them through the layers of clothes they’d had. Then it was just down to figuring out where the hell they were supposed to go from there.

“Tomura,” Izuku mutters, burrowing a little closer to his older brother’s warmth as the wind picks up, “I’m hungry.”

Tomura's stomach twisted painfully at his brother’s faint words. They’d run out of protein bars that morning, and the small amount of cash he’d been able to snag before booking it was almost nonexistent after breaking down and buying a heavy blanket to help fight the cold earlier that week. The weight of their father - the monster, the villain, All for One - had been lifted, but a different weight had settled on his shoulders instead.

He had to take care of Izuku. He was the only one left that could.

And he had no fucking idea what he was doing.

Kurogiri might have been able to give him help, but the delicate balance of Quirks and science that kept the corpse running was a finicky, imperfect process. The Doctor had called the dead boy half made of mist incomplete, and it showed in how the warper slipped between behaving like a mindless but devoted servant, chattering happily like a bubbly highschooler to people only he was aware of, and the blank, zombie like state that spoke to a spirit broken and a mind hollowed out. He didn’t need much to eat, thankfully, but he also hadn’t been aware enough since a couple days into their escape to be of any use.

Tomura was lucky enough to get the half-finished prometheus on a good enough day to warp all three of them as far as possible when he told him too. Luckier still that he’d been...programmed, for a lack of a better word, to follow Tomura’s orders. That had been pretty much the end of their luck though. After quietly suggesting Tomura and Izuku find a shelter to stay at, the construct had slipped into another fugue state and had been stuck there ever since.

The shelter had been a good call, at least while it lasted. A warm place to sleep and food to fill their bellies. Since he and Izuku were minors they got the luxury of getting two meals a day rather than the one the adults at the shelter got. But then one of the people running the place had pulled Tomura aside to ask about his situation, offering help to a couple of kids on their own.

Another bout of good fortune, he’d thought at the time.

He’d been wrong.

Once the word villain had slipped his lips in the context of who his and Izuku’s father was, that had been it. They’d been shunted back onto the streets with a strained, insincere apology and the explanation that children of villains were just villains who hadn’t caused trouble yet. Have to consider the safety of the other people staying there. Those had been the words that had stuck with him. Like he and Izuku had been the ones running around trying to topple the government and take over the country, rather than just more pawns in their father’s sick games.

They found a couple more shelters after that, but all had either booted them or had to be abandoned for similar reasons. Kurogiri looked like a criminal. Tomura’s Quirk was too dangerous. Izuku’s Quirk was villainous. Injustice after injustice, a reminder that even if their father was a monster, the society he raged against wasn’t clean of sin either.

Beneath the overpass, Tomura pulled Izuku closer to him, tucking his brother’s head beneath his chin and trying not to cry. Izuku was only eight years old, his birthday one of the last happy moments they had before their mother was taken away. Tomura remembered the sweetness of the cake, the way the light of the candles made Izuku’s eyes look flecked with gold, their mother’s laughter as Tomura smeared frosting on his indignant baby brother’s face.

He remembered after their little party too. Their father dragging Izuku away down to the labs. The way his brother sobbed as their father forced him to use his Quirk again and again on the bodies - some living, some dead - the good doctor had procured. The bruises on skin when Izuku refused and their father would make him do as he was told. The silence that surrounded his little brother when their father resorted to methods worse than beatings to get what he wanted.

Eight years old. Tomura was only fourteen. No money, no parents, no place to stay, no plan. Not forgetting the highly unethical, largely unreachable frankenstein-esque human experiment that broke both the laws of nature and most of the world’s countries to look after.

“I know.” He muttered quietly into his little brother’s hair, squeezing him in a tight hug. “We’ll get something to eat in the morning.” He promised, not having a single idea how the hell he was meant to make that happen. He would though. No matter what it took, he’d make sure his little brother was taken care of. “Gotta sleep for now though, okay? I know it’s bad, but we’ll figure it out. Promise.”

Izuku nodded, his nose cold where he’d burrowed just past the collar of Tomura’s shirt and pressed against his skin. “M’kay.” Izuku said tiredly, belief and trust absolute and unwavering even in the face of all the hardships Tomura had pulled his brother into. His heart squeezed, eyes burning hotly with the threat of tears

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Asterope

Name: Asterope

Age: Ageless (Appears 17)

Gender: Female

Pantheon: Greek

Appearance: A young woman with long spiky bleach blonde hair, yellow eyes, fair skin, and often had small sparks going off around her body. She wears a wreath with a blue lightning bolt design on her head, a toga, sandals, and a often has a scarf made of clouds around her arms and shoulders that will change depending on her mood.

Background: Asterope is the youngest among Zeus countless children, and seems to be growing into the most powerful. From a young age she showed great potential, displaying all of her father’s abilities and powers. She is the only one among her siblings able to properly wield her fathers famed weapons, Thunder and Lightning. Everyone thought that with her father stepping down at the leader of Olympus, and the previous Hera gone, she was a sure pick to become the new head of the Pantheon.

Unfortunately for her, after the current Hera fell to Aku and was brought back as a goddess, Oberon supported her claim as leader instead, believing that she (and her father) were too arrogant and needed to be humbled. While this irked her, she didn’t put up much of a fuss, instead choosing to bide her time until she could take control and prove to everyone who the rightful ruler of Olympus should be.

When she hears about Typhon’s son being on Earth, she hoped it would lead to Hera’s downfall. But after her father manages to finesse an agreement with Oberon and puts a hit on him, she sees a much simpler opportunity. She intends to take the young titans head, and then use the favor from Oberon to have Hera removed and take her rightful place as the new leader of the Greek Pantheon.

Personality: Asterope is usually very confident, laid back, and haughty. With her being the most powerful offspring of one of the most powerful gods on Earth, she has little to fear and tends to look down on those around her. She believes that it is her divine right to lead, act, and do as she pleases. And she is more than willing to casually smite down anyone who would defy her.

She tends to spend most of her time lounging around and being waited on by her servants. Occasionally she will find ways to kill her boredom, whether it be humiliating her servants or hunting beasts (or people). She is somewhat sadistic, preferring to toy with her enemies before finishing them off just to show them how much more superior she is to them. If she gets too bored she’s not beyond falling asleep in the middle of a fight, both to pass time and rub salt in the wound to her opponents. She becomes angry when someone doesn’t play along with her games, and equally so when her prey doesn’t break quickly enough.

She has a very black and white view about her status and position. That she’s the strongest and most capable, and therefore the best suited to rule. If anyone aside from those she considered her betters (her father, Oberon, etc) disagrees, they’re wrong by default. She believes that as a goddess she shouldn’t be questioned or challenged, and expects her servants to follow orders without delay, unless they want to face her divine punishment.

Powers and Abilities: As the daughter of Zeus, Asterope is able to control and manipulate thunder, lightning, wind, and rain. She typically only uses the first two in combat, but will use the others to alter the terrain to her advantage. Typically she will call down lighting to to strike whoever is opposing her (she typically tones her power back so she can see how many times she can strike them before killing them)

She uses thunder to blast enemies, not only hitting them with devastating force, but affecting their hearing as well. She uses wind to boost fly and boost herself, and rain to allow her lightning to affect more of the area around her. When she gets serious, she will charge herself with lightning, increasing her speed, power, and durability.

She can summon clouds around the battlefield to strike her enemies with lightening or rain down or boom thunder at them. But her most threatening ability is her power to turn into lightning itself, moving at blinding speed and too fast for most to even keep up. While she can’t properly use her other abilities in this form, she is able to move through people, usually striking them in the heart for a killing blow.

Relationships (if any):

Zeus: Her father felt immediate pride at how strong his daughter was from birth, and spoiled her every chance she got. He constantly told her how she was “A child worthy to be his true heir”. He is one of the only people who she’ll listen to or heed advice from, and genuinely respects and cares for him. She intends to do his name justice among the realms of the gods by usurping Hera and reminding everyone their line is truly in charge.

Hera: She has a strong dislike for Hera, believing that someone who once had “The stench of mortality” is unfit to lead gods like her. While she doesn’t directly go against her rules, she openly speaks out and against her whenever they’re among the other gods. Once she takes control of the Pantheon, she intends to give her a lower ranking position to reflect her “true status”.

Servants: She treats most of her servants as just that, servants. But a select few, the ones who are the strongest among them and perform her bidding, warrant her respect and are the closest thing she has to friends. She considered them hers, and is personality insulted when someone strikes them down.

Brontes: Her giant pet eagle who is often seen lounging around with her. She pampers it and treats it better than most people. It’s immortal and a divine beast. It was hatched and mothered from the same eagle that ate the liver of Prometheus.

Quotes:

Asterope smiled as she walked past Hera, who didn’t look at all pleased. “Enjoy your precious last few hours as the Supreme Goddess of this Pantheon Hera. Once they're over, I assure you I will be making some long needed changes…”

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“I’m not sure you quite understand how to use these words. I’m a god, and the greatest among my pantheons at that. Barring my father and Oberon himself, there are none who have the right to question my might,” she said, pointing towards her opponents. “Know your place mortal, and respect mine. Or be stuck down like the ant you are.”

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“My, aren’t you a sturdy one. But that’s alright. I do so love playing with my prey. I wonder just how many strikes it will take to fell you,” she said, raising her hand up and pointing her finger in the air. The clouds darkened, and sparks could be seen crackling through the air. “Don’t give out on me too quickly.”

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Trivia: Asterope’s personality is partly based off of Enel from One Piece.

One of the major antagonist I have planned for the next arc! A daughter of Zeus! Like the other contest I thought it’d be a good idea to show a example of a bio and... I just wanted to drop a sneak peak. Hope you guys enjoy!

#tales of mewni #tales of mewni contest #asterope #character bio

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varibean · 4 years

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Amalgam

this is a secret prompt exchange for the varigo discord server! i got the prompt Amalgam for the wonderful and talented @dr-chalk!!!! i hope yall enjoy (and here’s the fic on ao3 too *wink*)

Summary: After relying on Ulla’s notebook to help them through their journey, the gang find that the next kingdom has little to no notes on where the next trial takes place. Their only clue is a location that might have a lead on where to go next. However, after a royal mess up on Hugo’s part, they’re left up the creek without a paddle. Not only are tensions high, but emotions as well. One thing was certain though: Hugo and Varian did not mix well.

Varian and Hugo didn’t mix, that much was clear to see at first glance. Hugo was rough, so many edges and layers of grime applied through falsities and smarmy charm. Meanwhile Varian was more true, more honest with himself and with others, but that often led to him being volatile at the wrong times and too quick to action based on emotion. Needless to say, it wasn’t the best combination.

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Hugo watched as Varian stormed into the campsite where the caravan and Prometheus were kept, the latter grazing at a few nearby apples and scraps that his owner had left behind. Needless to say, the young alchemist was furious.

Behind him Yong trotted along with Nuru, both with dejected looks plastered over their faces. Even from a distance Hugo could hear Nuru trying to mumble comforting words to the small boy, a smile on her face despite the recent hardships. And lastly, heading up the rear, was Hugo himself. His face was blank, almost unreadable save for the smallest of frown lines forming beneath his softly twitching lips.

No one was in a good mood and no one wanted to talk about it.

Yong went over to the fire pit and mumbled about getting the food ready for the night with Nuru which only resulted in a jerky nod from Varian before he headed into the makeshift lab tent. As each member went about their separate tasks, Hugo was left standing at the edge of the camp, arms crossed and the facade of normalcy fading.

He knew he had to do something, had to make this all right. They had been so close to discovering the path to the next trial, but he’d been reckless and wanted to show off. Now they were down a crucial key to getting to the next trial and morale and it was all his fault.

A sigh escaped him before he decided to move his feet. Yong and Nuru would probably be the easiest to apologize too; Nuru already didn’t like him before this but she was also smart enough to set bitter feelings aside and Yong was so happy-go-lucky that all it would take to earn back his favor was a brightly colored sparkler. They would be easy to win over.

That’s exactly why Hugo walked past them and instead headed into the lab tent. The area was small and cramped with everything from books to test tubes to chemicals that had to be carefully repacked every time they wanted to move. Even though they’d set it up together, Hugo could feel the shift in the area after his most recent blunder.

This was Varian’s space and he was intruding on the alchemist’s domain.

The man in question was muttering to himself, flipping through books and slamming his fists down as he closed volumes that didn’t have the answers he wanted. Honestly he was quite terrifying like this. Hugo, despite his outward teasing, had a healthy mix of both fear and respect for Varian, seeing how the other was never one to back down.

In the moment, the fear was predominant.

As much as he would’ve loved to have stood there forever, watching the other work so nimbly even in the mists of anger instead of confronting him on the issue, he knew that he couldn’t do that.

“Hey, uh, Varian. So about back there-” Hugo’s words were cut off before he could finish them. Suddenly Varian was striding over to him, face contorted in a particular anger that was more hurt and disappointment than malice.

“Yes Hugo, let’s talk about ‘back there’. I would love nothing more to talk about ‘back there’ so lets do that shall we? What part of ‘back there’ do you want to talk about? Maybe the part where you fought me for ten minutes on which direction we should go in. Or maybe the part where you insisted on using your own chemicals to open a doorway and instead got everyone a nose full of stink bomb. Or maybe! Maybe it’s the part where you almost got all of us fucking killed by setting off a trap!” Varian was huffing by the last line, his breath leaving his body in shaking bursts that made Hugo’s own chest constrict.

“Varian, listen-”

“No! I had my time to listen, now you’re going to listen to me. My mother’s journal can only lead us so far; whatever was in that cavern was going to take us to the next trial location inside the kingdom. Now we have no cavern, no lead, and almost lost our lives. Instead of finding the exact location we’re going to have to spend...I don’t even know! Days? Weeks! Searching this kingdom to find the trial chamber. All because you don’t trust anyone but yourself!”

The words stung Hugo more than any reprimand Donella had ever given him; more than any punishment he’d ever gotten from the other goons in the gang. It was blistering, scalding. He’d never felt so bad about messing up because, until Varian, he’d never messed up.

He never messed up because he’d never truly tried to help others.

But with Varian that’s all he wanted to do. And he fucked that chance right up.

“Can I please just-” Hugo started, but Varian was clearly determined to not let him say anything.

“No, you can’t. You want to know what we got for all of this? For almost losing our lives?” Varian turned around and pulled out his satchel, removing a fist sized filthy crystal that was no prettier than a dirty rock. “We got this. And only because it fell on me!”

Hugo stood there, trying not to let his shame show through. Yet again, he was downfalled by his hubris. It was just different, working together as a team. He’d never had to trust or rely on anyone else besides himself. Apparently, he wasn’t very good at trusting others.

In front of him Varian slammed the crystal rock down in a compound that Hugo recognized as hydrofluoric acid. Hugo thought that the other would break the beaker or hurt himself with the force that he threw the crystal rock down and suddenly worry overtook his shame.

“Hey, careful!” He reached out to check Varian’s hand, but the other batted him away.

“That’s enough, Hugo.” Varian said. The sound of his voice, the disappointment and rage, sent a shiver down Hugo’s spine. But he wasn’t just going to stand there and take it. If the other wanted to ignore his attempts at an apology, that was fine by him.

Without another word, Hugo turned on his heels and headed out the tent.

“You know,” He started, turning his attention to Nuru and Yong, who were currently on the ground after trying to scamper back to their places, “You two do a piss poor job of eavesdropping.”

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Five days went by without them speaking to each other. Five days of curt nods and stiffly eaten meals and as little contact as they could manage while still trying to figure out how to make it to the next trial. Hugo and Varian’s foul mood affected everyone; even Ruddiger was beginning to eat his apples with less enthusiasm.

The group’s searches in the city for how to begin their trial proved to be utterly fruitless. Varian’s journal was no use, and they’d expended the only other key that they had.

Overall, not the most fun few days. However, Yong and Nuru were becoming less concerned with the trial and more concerned for their two alchemists.

“He’s not been sleeping a lot.” Yong said.

“Varian never sleeps.” Came Nuru’s halfhearted reply, even though there was worry in the pit of her stomach as well.

“But this is different. Usually he just stays up because he’s in his tent...or putting out a fire I started. Right now he’s just doing nothing.”

“Yeah.” Nuru sighed. She knew she couldn’t deny it. Things were getting bad and no one knew how to make them better again. “Hugo’s been pretty quite too. Which I thought was going to be a good thing but now believe it or not I’d give anything to hear him say one of his stupid jokes again. At least then that would mean things were normal.”

Both of them knew that it wouldn’t be that simple. At first they’d tried plots and schemes; fake notes left by the other, arranging meet ups between the two that never came to fruition. After several attempts over the last five days, both Yong and Nuru agreed that whatever needed to be fixed, Hugo and Varian would have to do it in their own time.

They just wished the two worked faster.

_____

Hugo couldn’t sleep and that really sucked for him because all he wanted to do was sleep and pretend like his current life was nothing more than a bad dream.

Varian’s words still echoed around his mind, stinging him when he thought too hard on it. He knew he’d been in the wrong but for once in his life he had been trying to apologize and this? This is what he got out of it?

Not worth it.

That’s what he told himself, it wasn’t worth it, it wasn’t worth it, it just wasn’t worth it. Of course, that just wasn’t true.

He hated to admit it but Varian’s forgiveness was worth it. It was worth its weight in gold because it would be from Varian. In the days that he’d spent avoiding Varian physically, he couldn’t escape the other alchemist in his thoughts. He was longing to make up with him, something he never cared about from anyone else.

There was something about Varian that made him want to be better, to earn his favor. The idea that they could make up, that they could get along, that maybe one day they would do more than just get along…

Hugo smacked his head, trying to get rid of the thoughts before they could manifest. He did not like Varian. Not in that way. No, he couldn’t allow himself to like Varian any more than the regular amount.

He was a spy after all. A double agent. It was basically traitors 101: Don’t fall for the guy you have to two-face.

He always sucked at following rules.

Knowing that he wasn’t about to get a lick of sleep any time soon, Hugo got up from his sleeping bag and exited his tent, hoping that maybe a walk would clear his mind from his unpleasant (or, perhaps, too pleasant) thoughts.

As he got out he saw that he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep. The lab tent had a dim light shining through the flaps and through the still wind Hugo could barely make out the sound of someone muttering.

‘Varian’s up too huh?’ He thought to himself.

His goal was to stay away from Varian, but the light in the tent called to him like a moth to a flame. There could be no harm in just walking by it, right?

He slinked over to the entrance, pepping inside to see that Varian’s back was turned away from the entrance, head in his hands as he sat in front of several test tubes and scattered papers.

“What am I supposed to do, Ruddiger?” Varian softly asked the raccoon who was clearly asleep on the ground.

“Just one big screw up after another,” He continued, “It’s all turned into a mess in just a couple of days. How can I possibly-”

This was a mistake. Hugo shouldn’t have been here, spying on Varian. And of course the other was still mad at him, for good reason. He’d screwed everything up after all, made things one big mess.

Hugo sighed, wishing he’d just stayed in bed. But before he could leave he heard Varian continue.

“How am I ever going to tell him how sorry I am?”

Hugo paused at those words, taking a moment to linger outside of the tent before quietly slinking in to hear what else Varian had to say.

“I was just...so upset. He could’ve died and it would’ve been my fault for arguing with him so much about the direction and the traps and everything else. And now he probably hates me right? I just wish I could tell him I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blamed everything on him. But he’d never accept that.”

“Well maybe if you asked him.” Hugo said, a smile suddenly playing on the edge of his lips.

Varian jumped, nearly sending all of his chemicals flying and hastily tried to correct himself.

“Hugo what-what are you doing here? You should be asleep an-and you know it’s rude to spy on people, I was having a personal moment here with Ruddiger and you can’t just walk in here and ruin our heart to heart-”

“I’m sorry.” Hugo’s words stopped Varian dead in his tracks as the other balked at him.

“What did you say?”

“I’m not used to working with other people, so I didn’t want to listen to you. I wanted to do things my way and maybe even show off a little. But it just cost us a piece to the puzzle and...almost hurt you. I mean, almost hurt Nuru and Yong too but,” Hugo reached out and took Varian’s hand into his own, “I was worried about you the most.”

He might’ve added the last line to sweeten Varian up just a little bit, but deep down he knew it was true. He’d been more worried about Varian than he’d been about his own hide, which was really saying something.

He smirked seeing the other’s face turn red in the dim lantern light. God he was cute. And Funny. And charming in his own nerdy way.

“Well I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have-”

“Oh, shut up, I already heard your apology.” With Varian’s hand still in his own, he leaned forward, his face even closer to the other man’s.

There was a beat of silence between them, stirring in both of their breaths as they studied the other’s face. They were so close, so tantalizingly close to the other. It would be so easy just to lean down a half inch more, taste Varian's delicious looking lips on his own. Up so close, Hugo could see the plumpness of the other’s bottom lip, the slight shine it had in the warm light from him licking his lips in worry. Just one more half inch. One more.

Hugo stepped forward. Varian stepped back.

And the sound of a beaker tipping over and smashing could be heard throughout the night.

“Fuck!” Varian helped as he turned over and tried to find the broken glass in the soft light. “Shit, shit, I think that one was the hydrofluoric acid. I hadn’t changed it out since I put the crystal...in...it…”

Hugo peered at him curiously as Varian’s voice died down, a look of puzzlement on his face as he leaned down to examine the pile. The blue eyed alchemist tightened his glove on his hand before gently reaching down into the rubble pile.

The acid, over the course of a few days, had melted the crystal down. Revealing, in its place, a golden coin that had been left inside.

Varian stood back up, coin in hand, and held it to the light.

“That’s the emblem for the city we’re in right?” Hugo asked, looking at the coin curiously.

“Yeah. The emblem and the fountain in the square. Only...hand me a coin. One that we got from the market the other day.”

Hugo did what Varian asked with no hesitation, and the two examined the coins side by side.

“The lady in the regular emblem on the coin is pointing down. But this one-”

“Is pointing left.” Hugo interrupted.

“Right. I mean, left. I mean-yes. You’re right that she’s pointing left. That’s where the Kingdom’s sewer main entrance is. To the left of the fountain. And the covers! They all have the emblems on them too.” Varian said.

“I think I remember a few of them pointing in different directions but I thought that was just a pipe thing but what if-”

“They’re directions! It would take us forever to explore the entire sewer system but if they are all pointing in different directions, we start by the one at the fountain-”

“Follow them throughout the city-”

“Until we finish at the right one!”

The last line they both said together excitedly after finishing each other’s sentences.

Varian smacked his hand excitedly against Hugo’s chest several times with a wide grin.

“And that’s the entrance to the next trial!!! This is amazing! The answer was right here in front of us all along!”

“So Varian, what you’re saying is, that I actually did the right thing and I can retract my apology now.”

“Don’t push it.” Varian tried to act stern but the grin on his face gave him away much too easily. “It’s almost morning, I’m going to go wake the others. And Hugo?”

Before Hugo knew it was coming he felt Varian’s lips press against his cheek for just a fleeting second. His eyes grew wide and he found himself at a loss for words to come back at him with. No that he really minded.

“We, uh, have a few things to talk about after this.”

_____

Varian and Hugo didn’t mix, at least not at first. Hugo was rough, so many edges and layers of grime applied through falsities and smarmy charm. But there was something good underneath. Something worth finding. Meanwhile Varian was more true, more honest with himself and with others, but that often led to him being volatile at the wrong times and too quick to action based on emotion. But sometimes a bit of emotion was needed to clear the air, sometimes being volatile could lead to being vulnerable. They were a curious amalgam of two things, both brought together to make something brilliant.

#varian #tts varian #varigo #varian and the seven kingdoms #alchemy boyfriends #zk writing #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I HOPE YALL LIKE HNNNNNG

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thevictorianghost · 3 years

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Ok what greek myth would you use for Taang?

Hmmmmm ohhhhh woowww okay...

I love (especially) Greek Mythology, but there’s not a LOT of Greek Myths that I love. Does that make any sense? Most of those stories are about kidnapping, rape, abuse, etc. Dionysus and Ariadne is a rare one with a happy ending.

Hmmmmm... let me think...

As far as elements go, Gaia and Ouranos would obviously fit well. Mother Earth and the Personification of the Sky. Gaia was a force to be reckoned with, more a vengeful Mother Earth than downright motherly, while Ouranos travelled the world until he came home for the night. Their story is quite horrifying, though, because the story of the Titans... well. It’s not a happy one.

(My favourite primordial dieties are Nyx and Erebus, though they don’t fit for Taang, unfortunately).

All right. I think I found the one.

Aang makes me think of Prometheus. A god of fire, he is also a friendly trickster. He decided to give humans the gift of fire. Prometheus was punished by Zeus for doing so and was tied to a mountain in the Caucasus. Every day, a vulture eats his liver. But the problem is, Prometheus is immortal, so his liver grows again every night. And every day the torture starts again. It fits Aang because of his ties to the world as the Avatar and how he had to make great sacrifices for the world.

Toph, though, makes me think of Pandora. Pandora was created from the earth itself by Hephaestus. Toph causes trouble and has to fix it eventually. Like Pandora, who opened her infamous box (according to Britannica and Hesiod, it’s more of a jar than a box, though) and let out all the wrongs of the world. But what remains in the box/jar is hope, who didn’t have the time to escape.

But do you know what’s great about this story, though? Pandora and Prometheus were husband and wife.

So can we imagine a story where Pandora frees Prometheus from his mountain up in the Caucasus and, together, they start hunting down the evils that were let out in the world, while also being chased by the vulture, Zeus’ messenger who may or may not be Zeus in disguise (it wouldn’t be the weirdest thing Zeus has been in disguise of) and at the end, their wrongs are righted because they fixed the messes they caused?

I’d read that. I think I’d like to write that. What do you think @darkcrowprincess ? Kind of like a YA version of Greek Mythology, like every book could use one of my favourite stories and flip it on its head? Either original fiction or fanfiction.

#me #answers #taang #toph #aang #greek mythology #darkcrowprincess

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prometheanglory · 4 years

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happy lore day ! (its not actually lore day, that’s not a real day — but any day can be a lore day if you want it to be!)

the man based off of prometheus! and his mysterious yet helpful companion!

he’s a well-intentioned guy with a knack for mischief and the likes! to say he’s a bad guy would be wrong, but to say he’s your run-of-the-mill paragon hero would be a mistake (as seen by his... uh. kidnapping a certain flame-headed noble incident.) he’s sort of a robin-hood type of guy, a well-intentioned rogue who can do (and does) some pretty underhanded things if the noble route isn’t working out.

his unique magic allows him to see into the future (‘Forethought’) however he can’t control what he sees and it’s always viable to change. it’s a gamble, really.

for the record! the girl next to him isn’t short (at all, frankly.) — he’s just absolutely gigantic (about 6’10”/210cm). he’s given the girl his cape for her own modesty and identity privacy reasons.

he’s not part of the notorious ‘zeus’ noble house, however he does have ties to it and he is fully aware of their prestige and influence.

he’s not dumb, as brash as he may be. quite the opposite. he knows what it is that she is actually after, and this is the closest that he can bring her to it while satisfying his own goals. he’s a schemer, afterall.

you’d think that their relationship would follow the usual kidnapper/victim drama but turns out cloak-girl there is more willing to be an accomplice than we originally thought.

the pair actually grew pretty close despite initial circumstances. however, unfortunately things don’t last forever. ithas was eventually caught and the girl was returned home

following the girl’s grandfather’s verdict (guilty of kidnapping a high-ranking member of the house, of course), the girl’s father was the one who actually dealt most of the punishments using his unique magic — ultimately resulting in him being bound and ... well. you know the rest. it’s a bird eat liver world, afterall.

the two don’t really talk anymore, what with one being subjected to divine punishment and the other away at school — but the girl still respects him for what he’s done for her and for humans.

he’s one of the key reasons in why she became so invested in humans, and he somewhat played a part in her interest in breaking the mould, which would ultimately later result in her interest in attending NRC.

#‘why arent u using her name’ bc one of the benefits from ithas was separation from past > introduction 2 new responsibilities/hope #this isnt the mystery post this is just me posting #twst #twisute oc #[metalwork]#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #ithas #v speaks #vinh torch #v shart lore

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void-tiger · 4 years

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Prometheus is a better titan to name something after than Atlas and much, much more narratively fitting.

Atlas chose the “wrong side” and was stripped of his title and punished indefinitely with a thankless task. HELL. NO.

Prometheus, however, is the father of knowledge. He had mercy for others and paid dearly for gifting that knowledge. However, depending on the myth retelling he is eventually freed from his torment and restored.

There is NO Atlas in my fanon. There is, however, a Prometheus. Also Shiro and Jiro both live, Shiro remains Black’s Paladin and both twins stay with their Voltron FoundFam, Allura never loses her RV, and Sam never builds the Prometheus so obnoxiously large like the Atlas was “canonically”.

The Prometheus is also, quite obviously, Sam’s Ship since such a ship was always his brainchild, anyway, and crewed by Friendly Faces in the Garrison ready to defend humanity in what’s probably going to be more or less an ark, or the flagship for several fleets of arks.

(Buuut, will prolly have a fanon version of Hawkins actually have its command. Sam’s great as the head of a team—like the Kerberos Mission—but is probably quite frankly more comfortable and therefore better suited to stick with engineering or chemistry, perhaps as the chief engineer or head of the chemistry dept (since “Chief Science Officer” is much to vague...Startrek!). And Sam also seemed to be originally framed as a bio chemist or microbiologist vs an engineer so...who knows. But it’s certainly shaping up to be NOT “all Sam” isn’t it.)

#veeladee fixit #the prometheus #prometheus crew #galaxy garrison #...aaaand YEP. the Earth’s going BOOM in every timecurrent of this timestream #(Jiro really can’t catch a break can he)#but...that’d bring the War closer to home for the Paladins quite honestly after Planet Death is something Canonical&ThreatenedForEarth #since quite literally s1. then several planets threatened. then the komar. then the planets graveyard #so...YEAH. (and since Sendak’s still kicking around in s5&6 threatening PlanetDeath YET AGAIN for no other reason than he’s a petty bastard #(who wields fear to demoralize and discredit his enemies...yep. he would make Earth go BOOM. or any number of canonical generals instead #(so. sendak lied in s7. SURPRISED NO ONE!)#(Cue a 3+Way Race for resettling #(for AlteansGalraHumans. also other aliens prolly unique to my fanon because again. MANY refugees.)#(and yeah. a large chunk of why the Galra Conquest was SO unsustainable in addition to horrific)#(I kinda got the impression that not only were they destroying planets for a onetime drain or spite faster than they could form (DUH.)#(but also quite literally running out of Unexplored Space. they’d conquered the KnownUniverse already.)#(so it’s also a vehicle for Healing Pains in this BraveNewUniverse postGalranEmpire)

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lcstarrcw · 4 years

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Is that rome flynn? No, that’s roy harper, AKA arsenal from DC Universe! He appears to be 29. He has the abilities of expert archery, expert firearms & weapons handling, martial arts & moo gi gong, which make them a powerful ally for the Fellowship. (OOC: lana, she/her, 21+, aest)

tw: drug addiction, death, loss of limb

this is based on new earth history but i’m very open to adding prime earth things like the outlaws, just message me so we can plot it out from a timeline perspective!

background ;;

roy never knew his mother, he doesn’t even know her name

his father was a forest ranger and was killed in a forest fire when saving people on the navajo reservation when roy was 2 years old

the navajo shaman, feeling responsible for him, took roy in and raised him as one of their tribe

recognising his natural talent in archery, brave bow trained him and roy practiced to no end. this only got stronger when green arrow came into the open - roy idolised him and followed his exploits without fail

when green arrow came to the reservation to judge an archery contest roy was determined to win but unfortunately was given a magnetised arrow and lost the final

however he helped stop a robber with a quick shot and impressed green arrow, who said even he couldn’t have reacted so quickly, and offered roy the opportunity to be his ward

oliver trained roy extensively to be his sidekick, dubbed “speedy”, and when brave bow died oliver became the only father figure in roy’s life

as he spent more time in the world of superheroes he met other sidekicks - robin, wonder girl, aqualad, and kid flash - together they formed the teen titans

after a while a series of events rocked things in roy’s life in the worst way - the team disbanded, his teenage sweetheart never progressed where he wanted and faded, and then his only parental figure, the man he’d admired since he was a child, abandoned him to travel the country with hal and dinah, leaving his teenage ward alone and struggling

it was during this time that roy developed a heroin addiction. when oliver returned and found out about his addiction, rather than offer any kind of help or support, oliver hit him and kicked him out.

fortunately hal found him and took him to dinah, and with her help and his determination to prove oliver wrong, roy quit cold turkey and turned his back on his former mentor, his hero worship absolutely shattered.

after a couple of years roy was recruited to work as a government agent with the CBI, and was tasked with investigating and gaining the truth of jade nguyen, aka cheshire

the two fell in love while he was undercover, and as a result roy knew he couldn’t possibly turn her in but was worried that his presence was putting her in danger and abandoned her, not realising she was pregnant with his child

eventually he found out about his daughter and teamed up with an old friend to find her. cheshire captured and poisoned roy but fortunately he was rescued and given the chance to meet his daughter, lian.

after this he moved on from his speedy moniker, picking a new name for himself - arsenal

his life has been up and down since then, in and out of various teams, generally related to the titans here and there, but the one constant has always been lian, and there’s nothing roy wouldn’t do for his daughter

when lian was five there was attack on the justice league by prometheus. while the teams were coordinating a plan roy stepped away to call lian and say goodnight. after he spoke to her he was attacked, losing his arm in the attack and falling unconscious. by the time he woke up, lian had been killed, and his whole life fell to pieces

it was made that much worse when oliver killed lian’s killer, robbing roy of the chance of getting his revenge for his daughter’s death

it was after lian’s death that he relapsed, falling back on drugs to try and find a way to cope with the loss of his daughter, turning away from all of his friends. during a forced stint in a rehab centre roy breaks out and sets himselfon finding some kind of revenge for lian’s death, heading out to murder an associate of prometheus, his methods brutal and much more violent

eventually he’s guilted by cheshire to join slade wilson’s new titans, who is finding a way to save joey, only agreeing to help because slade insists the machine he’s building will be able to bring lian back

after they create the machine and save joey, slade offers to bring lian back but roy refuses, realising he’s just spent all of this time punishing himself for lian’s death, instead stepping back and choosing to work with joey to reform the titans and work through things a day at a time

recovering has been a little harder with the world falling into a state of disaster and gotham in such a mess, but roy’s still working at it, still trying to process the loss of his daughter and the colossal disaster they’re all facing

#drug addiction tw #murder tw #death tw #loss of limb tw #gothamintro

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lilacmoon83 · 4 years

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Dreaming Out Loud

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Chapter 124: Monster

Pain and Panic dragged a flailing and struggling Hermes into the Throne room that formerly belonged to Hades and dropped him at their new master's feet. The five rivers converged in the Throne room and each of them carried a judgement from the man on this Throne. And this new ruler, now sitting upon the Throne of Pluto, glared down on him.

"Well, well...someone finally squished you like the worm you are," Prometheus said, as he gazed down at the quivering former messenger God. He waved his hand over the globe which always showed him the highs and lows of a soul's life, including how they died. It was necessary to evaluate a soul's life to determine the appropriate judgement. He clicked his tongue.

"You have led a sordid life, indeed. You changed sides more times than most can count," he said, as he watched. He had seen most of Hermes' transgressions, especially since he had helped Zeus bind him at one time, until he had been rescued and released by Hercules.

"But these recent deeds are news to me," he said, as he continued to watch.

"Cute...you really did play both sides right up till the end," he commented, as he watched Hades turn him into a literal worm and King Eli step on him. He smirked. As the new King of the Underworld, he rarely betrayed any emotion when determining a judgement. But there were exceptions and this was one of them.

"I do appreciate such a poetic end," he said, as he glared down at the cowering being.

"I'll hear your pleas now," he added.

"I have unfinished business. I beg of you to allow me time to atone," Hermes stammered.

"No...you're begging me to send you above to Underbrooke so you can save your soul from one of the rivers. But I know you...even up there you will scheme and attempt to undermine me. You used to do it to Hades all the time in life, but you will not do it to me in death," he declared.

"Please…" Hermes pleaded.

"Normally, I'd toss you into Acheron and be done with you, but I don't think the river of pain is enough punishment for you," Prometheus said.

"I don't do this often...so consider yourself in a very elite club. I sentence you to the river of fire. You will spend eternity in Phelgethon," he decided. Hermes started to scream and beg, as Pain and Panic dragged his soul toward the burning river and his wailing echoed through the entire chamber, before slowly fading away as the depths of Tartarus swallowed him.

"Master...there seems to be an influx of souls from Transylvania," Pain spoke, as he and his cohort stood by to deal with the incoming souls.

"Damn that bloodsucker," he grumbled, referring to Dracula.

Centuries ago, after he had been freed, he had traveled the realms, helping mankind where he could, much to Zeus' chagrin. Upon arriving in the Land Without Color, he had found the land in a dire state. Dracula had grown as powerful as a God and created his own coven of bloodsuckers that were terrorizing the land. He managed to decimate nearly half the population before Prometheus, with the assistance of Athena, and several other warriors, drove him and his coven out. They had managed to banish them to a barren land that soon became known as Transylvania, but in a moment of sheer savagery, Dracula and his coven had managed to keep the banishing portal open long enough to suck dozens upon dozens of mortals with them. He had been left with no choice and sealed it off from the other realms, effectively damning those unfortunate mortals. But it had saved the rest of the people from the Land Without Color from sheer extinction and rid them of their vampire problem.

Unfortunately, it wasn't uncommon to get a daily influx of souls from Transylvania and today would be no exception...or so he thought.

"Sire...it appears that the influx of souls are not mortals at all," Panic said. His brow furrowed, as he witnessed not souls, but rather demonic entities screech, as they flooded his Throne room. He was not worried, for it was nothing Pain and Panic couldn't handle. He was used to this too. The bloodsucking minions that were part of King of Vampire's coven didn't have souls, but they became demons upon their death, likely at Van Helsing's hands. But today was somehow different. Today, there were far more demonic entities than usual. Van Helsing was very skilled at what he did, but this was far too many at one time, even for him.

"Show me Transylvania…" he requested to his viewing globe and he then saw why.

"What are they doing in Transylvania?" he wondered allowed.

"Sire look!" Pain called, as his viewing globe focused on Persephone's daughter, Snow White and her husband, Prince Charming.

"So...my fire has finally chosen a worthy host," he said, as he saw the Prince and the daughter he shared with Snow White wield it. They didn't seem to yet be aware of its full potential though, but he knew it would come in time. This was uncharted territory, after all.

"What does this mean, Sire? Why now has the Promethean fire finally chosen this family?" Panic questioned.

"It means...the final battle draws near and they will stand on the front lines," Prometheus answered. When the dust settled, the champions would either usher in an era of peace if the light side won out or an era of sheer darkness if evil prevailed. He could only hope that his power would assist in the side of good.

~*~

David slashed through the endless minions and his muscles burned in protest, as he and everyone else was beginning to tire at the mindless onslaught, while the vampires remained impervious to fatigue.

"We need to figure something else out...we can't keep up this pace," Emma said.

"You and your father could end all this right now if you knew how to use your new powers properly," Van Helsing commented.

"Don't lay all this on us," Emma protested, as she slashed at one of Dracula's wives, who seemed intent on sinking her teeth into her father.

"Then use that fire to kill these bastards already!" he called.

"Don't you think we would if we could?" David snapped in return.

"Maybe…" Van Helsing said.

"Or maybe you lack the right motivation," he commented. Persephone's eyes widened.

"Don't you dare!" she cried, but it was too late, as he grabbed Snow's arm and tossed her into the middle of the fray, causing the minions to dive on her all at once in a frenzy.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Emma cried, as her father was already running after her.

"SNOW!" he screamed, as he ran desperately to reach her. His blade lit on fire and he plunged it into the ground. Flames erupted around them and shot into the sky. The dozens of minions that were left screeched in terror as they were vaporized, leaving just Dracula and his wives. The King of vampires was clearly shocked by the power, as he now realized exactly what it was about this man and his daughter that seemed different.

"Promethean fire…" he uttered in fear and his wives fell back behind him.

"Untrained...but Promethean fire nonetheless," he added.

"Untrained or not...are you willing to risk it?" Hades asked, as he glared at the Vampire King.

"For Demi-Goddess blood...I shall take my chances," he hissed, as he bared his fangs and they grew even longer. Snow gasped and David guarded her, while putting a hand on Emma's arm.

"The fire is inside you both, untrained or not, will answer your will," Hades instructed. David had only ever desired to protect his family, so it came as no surprise to the former God of the Underworld when his blade lit on fire. Emma was a little more difficult.

"Whoa...how did you do that, dad?" she asked.

"Think about protecting your mother...think about protecting Henry," he replied. She did so and her own blade lit with fire like his. His wives hissed at the sight of the fire that could end them and Van Helsing glanced at Persephone. She encased them in a bubble, while he moved in to strike. The monster hunter grabbed the brunette one and jabbed a silver spike into her chest. She screeched and hissed, as he pushed her back. If she were to escape, she would heal from his wound, but she would not be escaping today. David took the cue and swiped his blade threw her body, as Van Helsing quite literally tossed her into his fire. She fell to the ground in four pieces and the Promethean fire engulfed her remains and finally her screeching ended, as she became ash.

Dracula's two remaining wives fell back and Emma watched the redhead to take to the air and foolishly dive on them. She raised her fiery blade and motioned to her father.

"Give me a boost...cause she is going down," Emma said. He looked unsure, but then held his hands down for her. She stepped onto his clasped hands and he launched her into the air. The redhead screamed in terror, as Emma's blade passed through her, cutting her in half. Her pieces fell to the ground, with her legs landing far from her head and torso, while burning up completely. Her head, unfortunately, fell right before Snow and David. She screamed up at them, as the flames slowly devoured her and David kicked her away, as she became ash. Emma landed on her feet next to her parents.

"That's two down…" Hades goaded, as he smirked smugly at the King of Vampires. Dracula rarely feared anything so it was nice seeing him petrified for once.

"Sooner or later, all monsters get put down," Van Helsing said, as he loaded a silver arrow in his crossbow. But Dracula grabbed his one remaining wife by the arm and took to the sky at lightning speed, making a quick getaway. But his bleeding stare upon this little family made for a clear message. This was not over. The flames in their swords dissipated and Persephone proceeded to practically bowl the three of them over with hugs. Hades wisely stepped back at that point, knowing what was about to happen.

The Supreme Goddess turned to Van Helsing and fury filled her eyes. He winced and put his hands up, as she stalked toward him. And David joined her.

"You are so screwed," Hades jabbed.

"And you're enjoying this," Van Helsing jabbed back. Hades smirked and a bucket of popcorn appeared in his hand.

"Popcorn for the show?" he asked.

"Papa Hades…" Snow chided.

"I'm game," Emma said, as she started chowing down with him.

"Now Persephone…" Van Helsing pleaded.

"Save it!" she snapped.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't send you to the Underworld right now?" she demanded to know.

"Cause Dracula is still alive and these two need training?" he reminded.

"My husband and I can train them just fine. You better keep thinking," she said, as he dodged her fists and then blocked David's blade.

"Whoa...come on! Snow was never in any danger! You know I'd never throw her to the bloodsuckers!" he said.

"You literally did just that! You tossed my wife to them!" David growled, as he dueled the monster hunter.

"Purely for motivation! I knew you'd save her!" he pleaded.

"I will always save her, but you still put her in danger!" David yelled.

"He's right...and if you ever do it again, you'll be the newest resident in Tartarus," Persephone warned. He put his hands up in surrender, as she slowly backed away. But David didn't back down, so Snow sided up to him and put her arms around his waist.

"Baby, I'm fine…" she whispered.

"Believe it or not, he really didn't mean me any harm, I believe that," she added. He glared at the monster hunter, but then sheathed his sword. She smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Can we just have the damn key and get the hell out of this...hell?" David asked him irritably, though he was softening under his wife's wily ways, as she nuzzled his cheek with her nose.

"Ah no...the key remains with me, but since you must need it for the Land of Untold Stories, that must mean you're going after Jekyll and Hyde," he replied. Hades nodded.

"Yeah...apparently, Jekyll is running some sort of operation in the Land Without Magic on the side. He may be a threat to all the realms now and even the fabric of story all together," Hades said.

"I know...I've been hunting him for years. I was wondering if you high and mighty Olympians were ever going to take notice," he said, as he extracted the key and a door appeared.

"Whoa...who says you're coming with us?" Hades asked.

"This is Jekyll and Hyde we're talking about and as much as you hate to admit it...you need me," Van Helsing argued. Hades rolled his eyes and Persephone relented.

"Fine...let's go," she said, as the door opened and the six of them walked through.

~*~

"Please...please don't do this…" the woman pleaded. She was just a simple villager from the Emerald City. A normal trip to the market had ended with her being dragged through a portal to a strange land without magic and then to this asylum by an evil man.

"Easy...if everything goes as planned, you have nothing to fear," the bespectacled doctor said, as he used his sophisticated x-ray machine to observe the woman's heart.

His equipment was a science and magic hybrid. It had all the power of an x-ray machine from the Land Without Magic and the magic to show him the internal organs in incredible, colorful detail without having to open the person up.

"Yes...your heart is enchanted and much stronger than a human from the Land Without Magic," Jekyll observed, as he examined her glowing heart.

"Yes...the hearts of people from magical lands are truly extraordinary," he said, as he turned the machine off.

"I find the study of these hearts quite fascinating when comparing them to ordinary hearts," he continued, as she watched him ready a syringe full of a red serum.

"Please...please don't do this…" she pleaded again, but she was ignored and he injected her with the serum. She began to convulse and cry out, as she began to separate.

"Yes…" Jekyll said, as he hoped for victory. Her heart rate monitor beeped wildly, as her heart rate skyrocketed, but he was further than usual. She convulsed violently and started to seize, as the alter inside her struggled to free itself. She foamed at the mouth and her eyes rolled back in her head, as a full on seizure took hold. The restraints snapped, as the seizing became so incredibly violent. But at the last moment, just when he thought he might be successful, her heart failed. The seizing ran its course, the separation ceased, and she collapsed motionless onto the table, as she flat lined. The doctor growled and slammed his fists on the metal table before him.

"Mr. Poole…" he said, as his caretaker came in and covered the body with a sheet, before proceeding to wheel out yet another victim.

"What am I missing?" he wondered aloud to himself, as he perused his notes again and picked up his recorder.

"Another failure, even with a magical heart. This one proceeded much further than any tests before, but seizure ensued and likely complicated the possibility of success. Even with an enchanted heart, results were unsuccessful," he recorded, before removing his lab coat and leaving the lab. There was someone he needed to see.

~*~

"You're sure these are the coordinates?" Agent Quinn asked, as they got out of the car.

"Spot on...I knew this was a wild goose chase," Agent O'Bryan replied, as he sighed.

"Who gave this information to you?" Quinn asked.

"This old detective, who I knew had lost his edge a long time ago, but I didn't think he was full on nuts. Guess I was wrong," Zach replied bitterly.

"Hmm...are you sure he's nuts?" she asked, as she scrolled through her phone.

"Obviously...why do you ask?" he questioned and she showed him her phone.

"Because there's this video that has gone viral that he released. He's claiming that all this is real," she said, as she showed it to him. Zach rolled his eyes.

"You're kidding, right? This is obviously fake," he said.

"Except that our technicians haven't been able to debunk it yet," Supervisor Julia Isaac said, as she arrived with Agents Olivia Cade and Mike Mason.

"So what? People can't actually be thinking this is real," Zach said.

"Except they do. The bureau has been flooded with calls all day, the Internet is exploding with this and as we speak, there is probably hoards of tourists on their way here to comb the woods of Maine for fairies and mermaids," Agent Mason replied.

"And trust me...the masses must not find out that this video is in fact real. They will not be able to handle such truths and this will cause nothing but chaos," a new voice said, as the agents drew their weapons. But the old man put his hands up in surrender.

"I am unarmed," he said.

"Who the hell are you?" Agent Isaac questioned.

"I have a given name, but I prefer my more mystical moniker. I am known to most simply as the Dragon," he answered. Zach snorted.

"Great...our first kook," he quipped.

"I assure you, I am no kook and I can promise that you can all know the truth and find a way to keep the truth from getting out...for a price," he offered.

"The FBI doesn't make deals," Agent Isaac refuted. He smirked.

"Even if it means solving a thirty-year-old murder and controlling a world beyond any of your imaginations?" he tempted.

"You can help us solve the Flynn murder?" Zach questioned.

"I can hand the murderer to you...if you do something for me," the Dragon responded.

"What do you want?" Agent Isaac questioned.

"My daughter has been imprisoned. Free her and I can give you many other fish to fry, so to speak," he offered.

"No deals yet...I want to see what all this is about," Agent Isaac said. The Dragon smirked and extracted a curious looking timepiece from his robe. With a magical item in his hand, the veil was lifted and they jumped in fright, as they were now suddenly in the middle of a street in what looked like a town.

"How the hell did you do that?" Zach asked. The Dragon smirked.

"Welcome to Storybrooke...and the United Realms," he said, as they gaped at seeing the various castles in the distance.

"You can thank Lord Cronus later for giving us the means to get in with this enchanted time piece. But for now...Storybrooke awaits," he said, as they followed the mysterious old Mage.

~*~

The diner bell rang, as Neal, Eli, and Henry walked in. Thankfully, Annie and her brother were in a booth and they walked up.

"Hi Neal…" she greeted and then nodded to Eli.

"Your Majesty," she added.

"Please...just call me Eli," he requested, as she invited them to sit.

"Thanks...we were hoping to talk to you for a minute," Neal said.

"What about?" she asked.

"Well...this video that's out there now could be really bad," he replied.

"And your family has managed to keep our world a secret from the Land Without Magic for centuries. Has something like this ever happened before?" Neal asked.

"Not quite on a scale like this, but there have been plenty of times when your world has bled into the "real" world, so to speak," Adrian answered.

"He's right, but obviously most mystical things are left out of the history books or equated to legend or called myths," Annie added.

"My guess is that the government will lie to the masses and do something to prove the video is just some elaborate movie trailer," Adrian said.

"And the government...will they let this go?" Neal asked. The siblings exchanged a glance.

"Doubtful," Annie said.

"Then...you think they might come for my Mom?" Henry asked fearfully.

"I'm sorry Henry...but we'll do everything we can to make sure they don't take her if they do," Annie promised.

"Then you better get ready to keep good on that promise," Eli said, as his gaze was fixated out the window.

"Holy hell…" Neal uttered, as they saw five people wearing FBI vests outside the window with the Dragon.

"Bastard...he led them right in," Adrian growled.

"What...what are we going to do?" Henry asked.

"We're not going to panic," Neal replied, as the door opened and they walked in.

~*~

Snow wasn't sure what she expected from this new land, but she knew it wasn't what she found before her. She watched a dirigible hover in the sky and she marveled at all the sights around them. She kept her hand hooked on David's arm, as they entered what seemed like a marketplace or trading post. She noticed how it seemed like a melting pot of people and creatures from all the realms, which made her very curious.

"All these people came here to stop their stories?" Snow asked her mother. Persephone nodded.

"When a person doesn't like a trajectory of their life or tragedy befalls them, they can come here. It's the equivalent of pressing pause. People do not age here. People can literally escape all their problems in this place," she explained.

"But how do they get here? I mean...we just had to go to Transyl-freaking-Vania to get a key to come here," Emma said. Hades smirked.

"Very true...but there is another way. The Grimm family has been the family of authors for years now, but like Annie told us, not every author has necessarily been a Grimm," Hades said.

"Yes...there is a former author that has taken up the mantel of key bearer to the Land of Untold Stories, so to speak," Persephone said.

"He helps people escape, even if they don't deserve it and I've had to track many a monster here," Van Helsing added.

"He's not really a bad guy. He just doesn't bother himself with a person's past deeds or ethics," Persephone said.

"An equal opportunity escape guide," Hades agreed.

"And who is this guy?" David asked, as they stopped in front of a tavern in the middle of the marketplace.

"Aesop…" Van Helsing said, as they saw the name on the building...

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Charming family #Swanfire #Rumbelle #Regina Mills #Henry Mills #HadesXPersephone #AU #romance #family #adventure #Greek Mythology meets fairy tales #dreaming out loud

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shels-kpop-main · 5 years

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Artemis & Athena: The Funeral Introduction (The Pantheon AU)

Here’s the beginning of Artie and Thena’s story! These two aren’t a couple (yet), but I thought I’d write a little something about how they met. I love these two so much, and I hope y’all will too. Let me know what you think!

Word Count: 1370

Warnings: Drinking, social anxiety, mentions of sex

Prometheus always had an inkling that he would die young. Presumably, as a result of his work. He had toppled the regimes of several major crime bosses across Europe in order to create the empire that was the Pantheon.

Because of this notion, the original Titan spent an inordinate amount of time planning his own funeral. This was for two reasons. Firstly, Prometheus hated the idea of Hyperion having to plan his funeral. It seemed like a punishment on top of a tragedy. Secondly, Prometheus loved a good party. And boy, did he have ideas for this one.

The Titan sat down at his desk one day, years before he died, and wrote out the plan for his funeral. He called it The Ten Commandments.

Absolutely no crying. At all.

Cremate my body, and bury the ashes somewhere quiet. But do this before the funeral party itself.

Everyone shall plant flowers in the garden together in the morning.

Celebrate my life. Remember me fondly.

No fighting. Play nicely, if only for a night.

Nails shall be painted black in my honor.

Everyone shall be dressed to look scandalous.

I want there to be fireworks. Lots of fireworks.

Drink, a lot.

After the funeral, I want all willing parties to get fucked. No exceptions.

Athena fidgeted with the ring on her finger. The knuckle under the ring was almost white from how tightly she was holding her glass. All around her, drunken funeral guests danced, sang, and talked. It seemed that Prometheus had gotten his wish of having a funeral that was more like a party.

An absolutely massive party.

Athena followed Prometheus’s decree, just like everyone else. Her nails were painted black, and the dress she wore was too tight for comfort. Athena always preferred a low ponytail or elegant bun, but she wore her hair down that night. She was trying her best to be relaxed and carefree, just like Prometheus wanted.

There were hundreds of outsiders at the funeral. Most of them, Athena didn’t know. Some, she faintly recognized from mugshots and criminal profiles. Athena knew all of the Olympians, but every one of them she’d seen so far was...unavailable for conversation.

Hera and Zeus were in the middle of the dancefloor, swaying slowly even though the music was upbeat. They were kissing, and laughing at Aphrodite and Poseidon next to them. The latter pair were dancing wildly and carelessly, visibly tipsy. Across the room, Hades and Persephone were all over each other, and appeared to be ready to leave. Each of the Muses had taken up with non-Olympian guests, and even Alastor and Hephaestus were taking part in the debauchery.

It appeared that everyone would follow Prometheus’s Commandments. Everyone except Athena. No matter how well she could adapt to different situations, the one thing she couldn’t do was alter her sexuality.

Athena felt no emotional or intellectual connection with anyone present. So how could she bring herself to sleep with someone in honor of the fallen Titan? It was a lot of pressure, and sometimes Athena wished she could be wired differently.

I’ll stay another hour, then slip away quietly, she thought to herself. And she crossed the hall to grab another drink.

...

Across the room, Artemis scanned the crowd over the edge of her glass. She wore a long, black dress with a plunging neckline and striking gold accents. Her hair was pulled back into a slick, high ponytail, with gold threads woven into it.

Goddess of the hunt, indeed.

Artemis locked eyes with one of the Muses near the bar. She was leaning against the wall with an arm slung lazily around the neck of a foreign emissary. But she gave Artemis a knowing look, which was all the invitation she needed.

The huntress downed the rest of her drink and set off in that direction. But as Artie walked in front of the doors that led to the balcony, something caught her eye.

I’ve seen her before. But she never wears her hair down.

...

Athena was leaning against the marble railing of the balcony, trying to center herself and pass the time. The gardens were lit up below, but the stars were still clearly visible above. Athena smiled absentmindedly, trying to pick out as many constellations as she could. “Hi there.”

Athena turned to find the source of the voice. It was Artemis, strolling up to her slowly. She wore a friendly smile, and her body language made it clear to Athena that she felt perfectly at home in a party like this.

“Hello.”

“Mind if I join you for a moment? It’s quite hot in there,” Artemis gestured behind her. Athena gave a small smile and nodded. Artemis walked up to the railing next to Athena, and looked out at the quiet landscape in front of them.

“I’m Artemis,” she offered.

“Athena,” she replied. Artemis nodded, and looked her up and down.

“You’re Zeus’s secretary, right?”

“Yes,” Athena answered. She wasn’t one for small talk. Luckily, Artie wasn’t easily bored.

“Can I ask why you’re out here panicking, instead of enjoying the funeral?”

Athena frowned at her.

“What makes you think I’m panicking?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Artemis rolled her eyes. “Maybe it’s the frown. The shallow breathing. You’re holding that glass so tightly it might break.”

Athena sighed. Artemis watched her, confident in her assessment.

“Okay, I’m a little uneasy,” Athena admitted. It was Artie’s turn to frown.

“Why is that?”

“It’s nothing. I’ll join the party again in a moment.”

“Are you going home with someone tonight?” Artemis asked suddenly. Athena’s eyelids flickered, and she began to fidget with her ring. That was all the answer Artemis needed.

“You’re nervous because you don’t want to fuck anyone here, aren’t you?”

“That’s none of your business,” Athena snapped. But Artie was undeterred.

“You are! Well, there’s nothing wrong with that,” she reasoned. Athena looked at the other woman from the corner of her eye.

“But the Ten Commandments…” Athena trailed off.

“...are guidelines that our dear, departed Prometheus left, in order for us to celebrate his life,” Artemis finished for her, pointedly. Athena looked upset.

“I just hate being the only person that always goes home alone. And if I leave without someone tonight, someone might ask about it.”

Artemis thought to herself for a moment, then nudged Athena’s elbow with hers.

“We can go home alone, together!”

Athena stared at her.

“You’re into girls, right?” Artemis asked bluntly. Athena blinked in surprise, but nodded.

“Uh, yes, what--”

“So am I. Let’s just make everyone think we’re leaving together. Then no one will ask you about it.”

“You’re willing to leave the party for a fake hookup?”

“Absolutely,” Artie answered. “I don’t like mingling with non-Olympians anyway. So let’s just not, and say we did.”

Athena chuckled. It was certainly a better plan than what she had come up with. So she looked at Artemis, who was waiting with raised eyebrows.

“Alright. Yes.”

“Lovely. Follow my lead,” Artemis told her, and slung an arm around Athena’s shoulders. The taller woman led Athena through the party, saying hello to a few others along the way. Athena played the part by putting her arm around Artie’s waist, and holding the hand that sat atop her shoulder.

“Have fun, ladies!” Aphrodite called, as Poseidon littered kisses down her neck. Artemis laughed, musical and confident. Athena couldn’t help but smile as Aphrodite winked at her. Even Zeus and Hera exchanged glances as the two goddesses passed them on their way out.

Artemis held up the guise until she and Athena had crossed into the residential wing of Mount Olympus. Once they passed the grand staircase, her arm fell from Athena’s shoulder. Their rooms were on different floors, so Artemis walked her to the elevator, then took a step back.

“I believe this is where I leave you,” she commented. Athena, looking thoroughly relieved at having left the funeral, smiled widely.

“Thank you. I really appreciate this.”

“Any time. I like walking pretty girls home,” Artemis told her with a wink. She turned, and headed down the hallway toward her rooms. But not too quickly to notice the blush creeping across Athena’s cheeks.

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#the pantheon au #artemis #athena #artethena #queen mob au

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huntertales · 5 years

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Part Four: Are You There God? It’s Me, Y/N. (Remember The Titans S08E16)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader are stumped when they investigate a possible zombie case where an amnesiac man, simply known as Shane, dies and then revives himself once a day. After Shane is attacked by the goddess Artemis, the reader and the Winchesters realize he’s not a zombie but instead a God, more specifically, Prometheus. Warning: Good, old angst. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader. Word Count: 7,912.

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Please Note: Yes, this is a repost. But the ending is vastly different from the previous version I had up. Cleared up some things to make the overall plot more understandable and edited some stuff around for your reading pleasure!

You suppose that you accomplished what you set out to do on the hunt. Oliver was free from the curse he inherited from his father, allowing him and Haley to go on and live a peaceful life. After who knows how many centuries of suffering an inhumane punishment given by Zeus himself, Prometheus was put to rest once and for all. At this point, when you and the boys were on your way back home, this was your chance to relish in your accomplishment and feel a little bit good from what you were able to do. But you couldn’t do that tonight.

Instead you stared out the backseat window and watched as the nighttime scenery passed you by, wondering why you felt a knot in your stomach. Like you were guilty over something. It didn’t take much brain power for you to figure out exactly.

“Well, here’s to that crazy little wild card called love.” Dean’s voice broke your concentration away from the window and pulled you back into reality, making you look straight forward. The fast food smell from the burgers that Dean suggested all of you should treat yourselves to make your stomach feel a bit queasy. It seemed your body was starting to disagree once again with meat. You didn't say anything about it. He handed off the wrapped up burger to his brother, curious about the man's bold tactic that ended up saving your lives. "How did you know Artemis had the hots for Prometheus, anyway?"

“Intuition.” Sam guessed, chuckling to himself about how stupid he might have been. “Luck.”

“Yeah, well, whatever it worked...pretty much.” Dean said, deciding to look at the silver lining of how all of this ended out. “At least the kid’s all right.”

You looked down at your lap from what you heard him say, knowing you were feeling something very different at the moment. You began to play with a loose string on the end of your shirt, letting it twirl around your finger until the thread was wrapped around your skin, tight enough to dig into your flesh. You tugged on the thread, using only a little bit of force before it broke.

"You know..." You spoke up for the first time since getting into the car. The boys hadn't been off about your quiet behavior, presuming it was because you were tired from the long hunt. And in a way, you were starting to. You were tired of holding up this idea that everything was okay. You needed to get this thought off your chest before you pushed yourself into a head space that you couldn't go back from. "I'm starting to think maybe I was being naive."

“What are you talking about?” Dean asked.

“When I said that I could just will myself into coming out of these trials unscathed.” You muttered the truth that you didn't think would ever come out of your mouth. A reality that you refused to believe in, but after tonight, there was no more denying. You found yourself staring at your stomach, the little bump that you had been gushing about since the first time you saw it one morning after it appeared out of nowhere. Now it felt like you were carrying around a hostage, dragging them against their will into something they never asked for. In that moment you felt like you had made a terrible mistake. "Maybe having this baby was a bad idea."

“No, no, no.” Dean realized what was going on here. Before you could go on anymore about this kind of nonsense that felt like it was coming out of nowhere, he stopped you from put somehow scaring yourself even more into a frame of mind he might not be able to pull you back out from. You couldn't get cold feet this far into your pregnancy and doing the trials. You were in the middle of the race with no way to go back. “Stop with the sullen emo crap, all right? You’re hormonal. You’re thinking too much about this.”

“It's not my hormones. I'm just thinking more clearly. I mean, do you know that's not gonna happen to me, Dean? Bobby, Rufus, now Prometheus—you think any of them chose death? No. The life chose for them. And look what happened to Oliver.” You said. You couldn't help yourself when you used the example that had ended in a happy ending, but you could only see it as some kind of future reality you were going to be facing. "You can't think our kid's not gonna turn out with something wrong with them."

"Hey, what's going on with you?" Sam couldn't help himself but jump into the conversation from what you were rambling on about that was starting to make him concerned. In all of the time of knowing about your pregnancy you had never mentioned any sort of fear like this before. "You were so excited about this baby, now you’re not? What changed?"

You crossed your arms over your chest and moved your gaze back to the backseat window, hoping for some kind of distraction to keep you from going on anymore about this conversation. But all you saw was your reflection staring back at you, almost like the world was forcing you to look at the uncertain feeling that was written all over your face. "Remember the case we took a few weeks back? With that witch who was messed with our heads and forced us to see all those terrible things?”

The boys found themselves reflecting back on one of the last hunts all of you took before the unexpected break from everything. Dean admitted to you about the the tragic memories pulled from the darkest corners of his mind that he tried not to think about. Sam had been plagued with the nightmares of the cage, along with the death of loved ones that he would never be able to shake off for the rest of his life. Your own worst memories were used against you. But it seemed the spell had dug a little deeper, turning a fear you never realized you had into a possible reality if you weren’t cautious enough. Sam was the one who asked you what you saw.

"I saw...them." You inhaled a deep breath from what you were forcing yourself to think about all over again, and to speak out loud. "My mom was there. Well, I thought it was her at first. Until I realized it was Yellow Eyes possessing her. And I saw Lucifer, too. That stupid little bastard. The both of them are in hell and they’re still messing with my head.”

“Yeah. That’s it—it was just a trick. None of what you saw was real.” Dean said in a serious tone of voice. He was trying to persuade you to the best of his ability to tell you that everything was going to be okay. It was normal for first time parents to get scared. But he felt no baby books or an article online would be able to calm down you from what all of you went through. “Our kid’s gonna come out healthy. Curse free and everything.”

"Like any of us ended up okay. Sam was fed demon blood as a baby and I was born with a split personality. And you had a baby with a monster. How much more does the universe need to tell us that this is a bad idea?" You found yourself bombarding the boys with questions you know they didn't have answers to, only empty promises that things might turn out okay. You realized that all their warnings before weren't them being too protective, they were onto something you ignored. "Everything that happens to me, from what I do, what I eat—it happens to the baby. Don't you think something could go wrong because of the trials?"

"We don't know that. The baby's fine. You're fine.” Dean argued with you, trying to knock some kind of sense into your head. “Besides, if there was even a chance something demonic going on Cas would have told you from the start."

"You said it yourself that there was something wrong with him the first day he magically came back from purgatory. He hasn't been the same for a while now. We all know that. Besides, who's to say there's some kind of leftovers hitching in my body? All that demon blood that changed me...you can't get rid of that. You can't lock me up and expect it all to evaporate." You said. "For all we know Cas isn't who we think he is. He could have lied to us about everything."

"Okay, you know what? Stop. Just stop with all of this mumbo jumbo. You promised me, okay? You promised to leave a long June Clever life filled with play dates and graduations. We're going to raise this kid properly—and together like a family. You're not welching on that deal, not on my watch.” Dean said, deciding it was time for him to take control of this morbid conversation before you could send yourself even farther down this toxic frame of mind. "Nothing bad is gonna happen to this kid or you. Sammy and I are gonna make sure of it. And if you die, it's gonna be because of something normal."

"Like a heart attack?" You asked him, your tone of voice patronizing from his idealistic thinking.

“Exactly. You're human and you're gonna die like that. In a very, very long time from now." Dean said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. You rolled your eyes from how this argument turned out. You were too tired to keep it up, admitting defeat when he grabbed a still warm burger and handed it off to you. "Now eat. Enjoy it before the baby makes us all go vegan again.”

You couldn't help yourself when you felt the smallest smile creep across the ends of your lips at Dean's attempt at a joke to help ease the tension. Dean took his eyes off the road for a moment and to the rear view mirror, watching as you settled back down in your seat and took a bite of the food, looking somewhat more relaxed tonight. He put his attention back on the open road and grabbed a few fries that were still a little hot and popped them into mouth, as if he was trying to let the greasy and overly salty taste distract him from the burdening thoughts that were starting to burrow themselves into his mind.

For the first time since learning he was going to be a father and you were dead set on the idea you were going to be the one who closed the gates of hell, he felt confident. Like maybe there was a chance all of this was going to work out in the end. There was no lifelong consequences, no death required to save the day. A split second everything seemed okay. Instead all of it took for everything all of you worked so hard to try and believe in was for a mother-to-be seeing a Greek God having to die in order for their child to live a happy and normal life.

You were the one who killed off your demon side that was ripped out of your body with your own bare hands and personal drive to get something you always strived for, to become a human being like everyone else. And you were. But there was something that couldn't be easily washed away. All that demon blood that you had been force fed by the monster himself, who wanted you created in a way that was a big middle finger to the Big Guy upstairs. You were scared the baby was going to turn out like you were, a half demon. Another monster unintentionally created. Like you, like his little brother. Dean accidentally made one himself with a stranger. You thought you had family curse that could only be stopped one way. If your bloodline ended with you.

Dean needed some kind of extra help to guide him through this situation, a best friend to call on for when things got tough. And he knew the one person that could help straighten this all out for the best. At least...he hoped. Because, at this point, there wasn't much else Dean could do.

+ + +

All of you made it back to the bunker in one piece after the long drive to wrap up this hunt. You didn't mention where you were going when you headed in first and disappeared from sight, Sam headed off to the library to clean up the books while Dean retreated to his bedroom. He needed to be alone for a little while from what he was about to do. Dean slammed the door and shrugged off his jacket, throwing it over to the desk chair, but not really caring to look to see where it ended up. He made his way over to his bed and sat on the side, readying himself for what he was about to do. He only did this when he absolutely desperate. Dean was beyond that point. He was completely lost with no guide back to the path.

Dean sat with his elbows on his legs, hunched over with a heavy head hanging low. Part of him felt stupid for what he was about to do, the other prepared himself for what he should say. Before he let any words slip out, he looked around the room, half expecting to see the angel already there. But he was still all alone. Dean inhaled a deep breath, deciding it was time to get started on asking for help from his best friend.

"Cas, you got your ears on?" Dean asked the empty silence. He waited a few seconds for some kind of response in the form of a greeting from that obnoxious gravelly voice or the flutter of angel wings. Instead he was greeted with nothing once more. Radio silence. "Listen, you know I am not the one for praying, 'cause in my book it's...it's the same as begging. But this is about Y/N, so I need you to hear me."

Dean felt that gnawing feeling of fear creep into him again, the same kind that he had when you told him that you were going to do the trials. When you were barely showing pregnant and confident you were going to win this. "We are going into this deal blind...and I don't know what's ahead or what it's gonna bring for Y/N. Or the baby, for that matter."

"Now, she's been covering pretty good for a while now, but I know she’s starting to hurt. She’s scared for might happen to the baby.” Dean admitted to anyone who might be listening. He let out a shaky breath from everything that was hitting him all at once. And the reality that might be a possibility if nobody told them otherwise “This was always supposed to be on me. I was supposed to make sure they got the life they deserved."

Dean forced himself not to think about the possible reality that you put in his head about another generation doomed for a fate of misery and pain. He wasn't going to let that happen. "You were the one who told Y/N she was having this kid. You got her so excited about this baby and this great future all of us are gonna have. She's dead set set on the idea this kid is gonna call you Uncle Cas when they get here. It’s adorable for how she’s been handling this.”

For a brief moment Dean felt himself smiling at the memories of you over the past few weeks, talking about what you might do for the baby's nursery. If he wanted to find out the gender when it came around to the time of knowing. He thought about the conversations the both of you were going to have were going to be about how your life is going to change forever and your anxieties about trying to raise this kid late at night, wrapped in each other’s arms. He thought your fears were about trying not to emotionally screw this kid up, not if they were going to turn out the same way you did.

Dean rarely had the urge to cry, but in this moment, he was pretty damn close to it. He hated feeling so out of control and useless to the people he loved the most. "I want to make sure she stays positive throughout this entire thing. And the only way I can make that happen is if you do something for me. For all that we’ve been through, I’m asking you...You keep a lookout for the both of them, okay." Dean told his absent friend the reason why he was reaching out to him after all this time. "I need to make sure what my mom used to tell me at least happens to my kid."

Angels are watching over you, his mother used to tell him every night when she tucked him into bed. It was the last thing he remembered her saying to him. For all these years he thought they were fictional as the bible, but when he found out they were real, his feelings turned into hatred for them at how cold and heartless they were. Now he hoped the one that he called family would do that for him, make sure his mother's words turned out not to be an empty promise to her grandchild. Dean looked around the bedroom to discover that he was still alone, talking to the empty silence. He let out a heavy sigh. "Where the hell are you, man?"

+ + +

It started off with you taking the keys to the Impala without asking Dean for permission, only leaving a note that you needed to be by yourself for a little while. You turned your phone off and just drove off, letting the open road take you someplace to clear your mind. For a moment you were tempted to go back to Lawrence where it all started and see if you remembered anything from your childhood before you left. Maybe going back to your roots might help you stop feeling like you were doing everything wrong. Instead you ended up in the last place someone like you thought you'd never step into ever again; a church.

You always joked with yourself that if you ever tried to step onto such a holy ground like this you would most likely burst into flames from what you used to be...and what you feared that you still were. Most demons couldn't enter a place of worship, except for a few who were powerful enough. When you stepped into the place you didn’t catch fire, there was no invisible wall blocking you from entering. You freely walked into the church of St. Christopher, who from what you could tell from the small laminated prayer card you picked up on the way in, was a patron saint of safety. Called upon in situations to offer protection against harm or evil lurking around those in need. You had to admit it was a little on the nose for your personal liking.

You shoved the prayer card into your back pocket of your jeans and made your way into the church that was built over a hundred years ago, back when people were God fearing Christians who went to church every Sunday and said grace before each meal. People put an awful lot of effort to show their love and faith to their powerful and faceless ruler. You didn't grow up in a religious household, and you lost faith in Heaven and God a long time ago, but you had to admit humans were fascinating when it came to showing their worship.

The inside of the church was breathtaking; solid oak pews carved with craftsmanship, cathedral high ceilings that made you feel dizzy when you peered up. Stained glass windows depicting people in the bible, gold and marble trimmings that were the real deal. They didn't cheap out to make the house of God look luxurious for when they sang their songs and read out of the bible, praying for forgiveness and a spot in Heaven. You stood in the middle of the empty aisle for a solid minute, admiring the beauty in the honor of someone who didn't deserve it.

You thought about leaving and forgetting about this all together, but your feet walked over to one of the empty pews and taking a seat down on the uncomfortable wood. You looked around to see there was not a single soul around trying to talk to the Big Guy tonight. It seemed you got to talk to Him all by yourself. You sat there for a moment, letting yourself ponder if this was a good idea. You felt like you didn't belong in a place like this. You were a traitor pretending to be in need of some guidance from the father of the archangel that was the one who created you. A wolf in sheep's clothing. You nervously rubbed your hands up and down on your thighs, deciding to take a crack at this whole praying thing.

“I bet You didn’t think I’d ever show my face in this kind of place, huh? Well, desperate times call for desperate measures.” You started off with a lighthearted joke to help ease the tension you were causing yourself. It was kind of funny, almost like a beginning of a punchline. A half demon walks into a church and asks God for forgiveness...only she spends the entire night not hearing a single word back. “You and I need to talk. I know You're the silent type, so that means I get to do all the talking. Lucky me.”

You thought using a little humor might help ease your nerves, your lips forced themselves into a smile. You even heard a quiet laugh escape your mouth as it echoed through the church, making you realize you were truly alone. No outsider or eavesdroppers to stop you from letting you have this talk. The smile fell off your face, replaced with a nervous look in your eye. "I don't know what I'm doing here. I don’t even know if you’re still around. If you are...listen up, old man.”

You inhaled a deep breath from what you were about to get yourself into, and all the things you had been bottling up for months were about to come clean. “I don't know if You still keep tabs on us, but I went on a little vacation because I thought I needed some time away. Constantly being used can do that to a girl. And I bet You wanted some time away too...people are always bugging You, asking for help for their stupidest problems.” You tried once again to make light of this situation, but this time, you felt even more stupid.

“When I came back into my own head space...I discovered the people I knew went through some pretty bad stuff. They went up against some pretty nasty monsters from back in the day. Sammy had to deal with the aftermath of the cage without me while I got a free pass. And if that wasn't bad enough, I even lost someone really important to me.” You went on, your heart feeling heavy at the memory you didn’t have. “I bet You know who Bobby Singer is. Drunk hunter with a dirty trucker hat. Probably is in heaven watching ‘Tori and Dean.’”

You felt your lips stretch into a real kind of smile at the memory of Bobby, the only father figure in your life for years. Saved your ass more times than you could count, gave you advice when you never asked for it. Gave you a shoulder to cry on when you needed it the most. Who died thinking you were as well. Your face began to sink downwards. “Point is, when I left things went to hell. Dean got sent to purgatory with Cas. Sam abandoned everything he knew for some girl. Even though we all found our way back together...things haven’t been the same. The boys are part of the reason why I’m here.”

You tapped your foot against the floor and looked around the church once again, feeling a bit nervous that someone was going to catch you. You looked over your shoulder, reassuring yourself that you were still alone. "I know I'm not Your child. And I’m not a good person for the things I did. But I was hoping You could look past all of that. Maybe the both of us could start off on a fresh page. What do You say?” You looked around the church again, your heart sinking when you noticed that you were still by yourself. Not sure what else you expected.

You shoved a hand inside your jean pocket to pull out something you hadn't touched in a few years after you found out shortly after coming back from your hiatus. It was still buried in the bottom of your duffel bag with all of your clothes, safely tucked away and gone unnoticed. You dangled the leather rope in the air, letting the amulet swing back and forth. The necklace that Sam had given to Dean one Christmas when they were younger, the same one you fetched out of the trash after Dean threw it away when the trail to find God went cold. The only thing that could tell if He was in the building. You brought it here in hopes tonight you would get His attention that you were serious. You were at the end of your rope.

“I'm here because I just needed someone to listen to me. I've got a lot on my plate right now. I'm pregnant with Dean's kid. Bet You didn't see that one coming. Your little match made in hell turned out alright. By the way, I'm closing the gates of hell. Bet it sounds like I've got my crap together.” You said, giving God an update on what you’d been up to over the past few months. “I thought I did. Thought I was gonna kick these trials in the ass and have this kid. Do everything our parents never did, and live happily ever after Fooled myself for a while...even got Dean on board. And he's a stubborn bastard."

For the past several weeks since you started the first trial, maybe since you found out you were pregnant, you put on this facade that you were okay. You were confident that things were going to work out all right. Now you found yourself feeling like you had made a regretful choice that was going to ruin your life forever. You hung your head low and stared at your little bump that was starting to give you conflicting emotions about what you should feel. You were happy to have this new beginning when found out, now you wondered if you made a mistake.

Your mother had been dead for sixteen years, and in this moment, you'd do anything to hear her voice. To feel her arms wrap around your body into the hugs she would give you when you were feeling sad, and tell you in a calming voice that everything was going to be okay. You closed your eyes for a moment to pretend. Hell, you'd settle for anyone to tell you that you were doing the right thing. You sniffled down the urge to let yourself break down just yet. There was more things you still needed to tell Him.

"I don't know why I'm telling You any of this. You take the award for Crappy Parent since the beginning of time. You left everyone when we needed You the most. I could sit here for hours and rip you apart for what you did to us. But I’m not. Because I have a favor to ask of you.” You said, deciding not to beat around the bush anymore. And let yourself finally feel the emotions you had been trying to fight off. "I'm here because I'm pregnant. I'm doing the trials to close the gates of hell. And I realized....I’m terrified for what the hell I’ve gotten myself into.”

People always said that God only gave you much as you could handle. Your parents were an infertile hunter and a Men of Letters legacy turned into a demon. You were born out of a demon deal that somehow turned you into a pawn to break free the Devil from the cage. You learned that you were born as a half demon that took control of your own body a few times before, then ripped out by an Angel of the Lord and the King of Hell. You lost count how many times you were tortured. You'd been to Hell and the cage. You died countless times…

But sitting here in this church, four months pregnant with your first child and talking to God—of all the people in this entire world—was where you felt the most vulnerable in your entire life.

You came here tonight for some kind of miracle. You heard so many people that it could happen if you pray hard enough. People told you He was real. The few angels that had met Him told you He was real. You might not be a child of God, but you were hopeful He'd take a few minutes to help you. "I know I'm in no position to ask you for guidance. But I don't know where else to turn."

You felt your head slump down and your body felt heavy from the sudden rush of fear that hit you like a ton of bricks. You were still trying to figure out this new motherly instinct that came after you found out you were pregnant. But you knew fear when you felt it, and this was it. The raw, gut wrenching emotion that haunted wherever you tried to go. Clouding your mind with nightmares that you couldn't shake off, no matter how many times you told yourself that you were trying your hardest. Parents always did their best to make sure their child got the life they deserved, the kind they were never given to when they were growing up.

For the longest time you hated your mother for what she put you through, John was no exception to how he decided to raise his children. The more you learned about your father and Mary, the more you realized they weren’t great as people thought they were. But, much as you resented the people who raised you, you had to admit one thing. They did their damn hardest to provide you with a life they never had. All of them tried to keep you safe, whether that be sheltering you from all kinds of evil. Or training you to fight the monsters before they could hurt you. They tried. And you were trying, too.

You were trying to make sure your child was going to have the safer, better life you never did. You weren't going to be controlling as your mother, and you'd never abandon your child the way John did to his boys. You gave them both so much slack, but here you were, realizing that it was harder than you thought. You felt like you were going to lose everything you worked so hard to get. The cycle that you were trying to break wasn’t going to end with you, but carry onto the next generation. You were going to fail as a parent before the child even got here.

"Can you please make sure my baby stays okay? " Your head slowly rose itself up and stared at the ceiling above, as if this was a better position to talk to Him. You found yourself pleading to someone that you've never met before, who turned His back on you when you needed Him the most. You didn’t know what else to do. You didn’t have anyone else to turn to.

You sat in the pew with your hands in your lap and your hands around the necklace like a set of rosary beads, waiting for any kind of reaction from the amulet. Cas mentioned that it burned bright when God was around, but it still looked the same. You swallowed in nervousness. Your brain told you that maybe something was wrong. Perhaps there would be something else more dramatic to catch your attention. A slam of the door, a heavenly chorus to erupt. Anything.

You found yourself waiting for something you should have known was never going to happen. You felt your helplessness manifest itself into the same hopelessness you felt when you were trying to figure out how to change your destiny when the apocalypse was nipping at your heels and the amulet turned into nothing more than a necklace. A wasted effort in trying to find someone who wanted to say hidden. But you weren't giving up just yet. You were just getting started. No way were your words straight from the heart going to fall on deaf ears until you told him how you really felt. And what you were really wanted him to do.

"All I’m asking is for you to look out for my kid, okay? That's it. I’m not asking you to fix the world or be a parent to your dead sons. I just want some help.” Your voice came off cold and mean, showing Him that you weren’t going to play into the silent treatment. “I did so much for you—even if You don't think so. I stood up to Your sons. I saved the world. That's got to count for something. All I need is for you to point me in the right direction. Can't you just give me a sign that I'm doing the right thing?!"

"’Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and it will be open to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds. And to him who knocks will be opened.’"

You felt yourself nearly jumping out of your skin from the voice that you weren’t expecting to hear, caught up with the idea that you were still all alone. You slowly turned around in your seat to face the stranger, greeting them with tear stained cheeks and red eyes from crying. You didn’t realized you had been doing until you had company. It came as no surprise when you saw a priest standing behind you with a warm smile, seeming to notice you were in need of some kind of spiritual guidance. You quickly wiped your face and pretended what you had been doing just a few seconds before never happened.

“The conversation tends to be very one sided with Him, I’m afraid. God’s not much of a talker.” The priest said, smiling a little wider at his joke that was badly timed in your opinion. You didn’t find him the least bit funny, his humor only made your face scrunch up in more anger. “I think you need someone who can talk back.”

"No thanks. I was just about to leave." You said. "I realized I'm not exactly welcome here."

"And why is that?" The priest asked you. He gave you a confused look as to where you had gotten such an idea from. Everyone was welcome in the Lord's house, you were half expecting him. That’s what the bible teaches. Only if you're straight, white and male. You rolled your eyes when you heard the exact speech come right out of his mouth. "God and His son teaches us to love and accept everyone. No matter what."

"It's great to hear you guys are progressive with the times and everything, but I'm not exactly of your kind." You said. "I'm not a child of God. I’m a sinner who is beyond His help. I didn’t realize that until now.”

"I highly doubt such a thing. We’re all born sinners, yes. But it's asking forgiveness and putting your trust in God. That’s the first step into finding what you seek. You must let him into your heart and guide you to salvation." The priest said. You furrowed your brow from his little speech, which was probably plucked out from the bible. "I think you came here tonight to ask Him for that."

"I came here tonight out of a moment of weakness.” You told him, not really in the mood to hear any kind of selling point to make you join his church. For a moment you almost considered about telling him the truth about how you came to be and the strange twists and turns the bible never taught him. You looked up to the ceiling and pointed a finger above. “I hate to break it to you, Father, but you're wasting your breath. He ignores all our prayers. You’re off better with the rest of us who are just trying to survive on our own.”

“You say you came here out of a moment of weakness. But if you have so little faith in God, then why are you here asking for His help?” The priest’s question took you off guard from how blunt he was being, asking for the truth without even trying to engage you in a formal conversation. It seemed he wanted to know why. “Something in your heart lead you here. You can't deny that."

"I have a lot on my mind right now. I had premarital sex and I'm having a baby out of wedlock." You pointed to your stomach, showing off the baby bump that had been making you emotional in the first place. You expected him to look revolted from one of the biggest sins someone could do, but he took you by surprise when he smiled, as if you were telling him a joke. "What? You're not going to tell me I'm going to hell?"

"Why would I say such a terrible thing like that? A baby is not a sin, no matter how they are conceived. They are a miracle given by God himself. But I don't think that is what's really bothering you. You seem like you're in need of a listening ear." He said. "Now, tell me, why are you really here?"

"You really want to hear my problems?" You asked him. The old man nodded his head. While you were tempted to tell him the truth about everything from the very beginning, as he would most likely believe every word, there was something...kind about him that you really didn't want to ruin. A sort of blandness that would be destroyed if he really knew the truth. Some things were better left unsaid. "Life has handed me a set of trials, you could say. For a while I thought they were my responsibility. I wanted to do it…until I realized how hard it was going to be. And don’t hit me with the whole ‘God only gives you what He thinks you can handle’ crap. It’s crap.”

“I wasn’t planning on it. Do you mind?” The priest gestured a hand down to the pew, asking to sit. You slid over a bit, letting him take a seat next to you. “I was going to say that in true moments of weakness we come here. Seek out the guidance of Him. Which is what you did tonight. You say that you thought these trials were your responsibility. Why is that?”

"Kind of goes back to the whole 'not being a child of God' thing. I did a lot of bad things. Things that I’m not proud of. I thought if I did these trials I’d somehow ‘cleanse’ myself from the demons inside of me.” You admitted to him. “Now I think I made a mistake, putting myself into a fight like that without knowing fully what I'm up against.”

“Have you ever thought God wanted you to be the one who did these so called trials? He has a plan for all of us.” The priest said. He had you in the beginning, but when you heard him hit you with the cheesy speech, you had to look away and roll your eyes in annoyance. “Even for those who don’t believe they are His children. Perhaps this is His way of guiding you on the path to redemption. Have you ever considered that? He might be a silent God, but he listens. And He watches out for those who want to repent for their sins.”

You couldn't help yourself when you laughed off his cliched way of thinking from the scripture he must have read over and over again for decades, learning every verse and passage to quote in the time of need to people like you. You were about to shrug off his words as nothing more than empty promises people wrote back thousands of years ago, having no clue of what they were really talking about. That was, until the inside of your palm started to feel rather...warm. You furrowed your brow in confusion, opening your hand slightly to see what was going on.

In the sixteen years you were in the presence of the amulet never once did you ever see it shift in any kind of way. Not even when Cas used it to track down God, only to find bupkus. Not until this very moment. It wasn’t burning hot like the angel had said, but you felt a heat that warmed your cold hands. Every sense in your body jump up at what you felt happening. He was around. He had to be. If there was anything you knew God did best, it was bringing people together with a reason why.

Kevin only found out how to close the gates of hell after being kidnapped by Crowley after Sam quit hunting and Dean was sent to purgatory. The reason why Sam didn't bother to do anything was because you were dead. A year passed, Dean made friends with a vampire that broke him free...reunited back with Sam, who went looking for Kevin. Only they discovered you were alive and reunited all of you together. Things lead to you discovering about Dean having a baby, and in return, you accidentally made one yourself. The constant fighting and seeing the boys break apart from how they used to made you want to fix them and make a proper family again.

All of the hunts you took since coming back, the people you met, the fighting...all of this pushed you to your breaking point. Yes. But for a good reason. He was giving you a chance to get rid of the monsters His son made to spite Him. This was your way of rebelling against your creator. The same way he did to his Father. It all made sense. He did hear you.

"People have lost their way and wonder why they end up in hell. It's because they don't let God into their hearts. We all can find inner peace if you let Jesus Christ and his Father. It's the first step you must do if you want to become what you seek.” The priest went on, telling you everything you didn’t know you needed to hear until now. "This is God's plan. He guided you here tonight so we could meet. It's all a sign. Let Him into your heart, Y/N. Let Him guide you to salvation."

"Yeah..." You felt your lips stretching into a smile from what you were hearing. The warmth the amulet was slowly starting to cool down, but it was still enough to keep your faith. It made sense all of it did. You looked over at the priest to give him a smile at his kind words, knowing they meant more to you than he would ever realize. "You're right, Father. I guess in a way this is Him giving me a chance to do something right. I didn't see it until now. Thank you."

"You're welcome, my child." The priest said, giving you a warm smile from how you turned yourself to see the right direction. "Always know our doors are open for you and your family. And know, you're never going to be alone when you face these trials. He's always with you."

You thanked the priest once more from his kind words that went farther than he would ever know. The both of you stood back up, letting you make your way the exit, knowing your time here was done. You felt a smile lingering on your lips and your skin still tingling from what you witnessed. A miracle, some might say. You didn't need to be here anymore, because you found what you were looking for.

You made your way the doors and stopped for a moment to tuck away the necklace for safekeeping and searched around for the keys to the Impala. You found them, along with the prayer card. You examined the biblical painting of St. Christopher carrying Baby Jesus on his shoulder. Reminding you that the priest was right. The both of you weren't alone. You were always going to have someone look out for your protection.

The priest, in which he called himself Father Marv, watched as you made your way safely out of the church and back to wherever you crawled out from. Your head was still buzzing with the magnificent words from the holy bible, scripture often mistaken as the true word of God. Farther Marv scoffed at the insult, pulling off the clergy collar from his neck and threw it to the ground. People don't know the true word spoken by Him. Father Marv knew. After all, he was the one who personally wrote down everything God spoke, back when the world was the beauty of Eden. A garden of peacefulness and serenity. He knew about the trials you were talking about.

It was the reason why he was back among the humans. He never liked sticking his head out into the real world, preferring the comfort of books. Novels, nonfiction, science. Math. Anything humans published since the dawn of time. It was only when a prophet started reading his handiwork that got him curious to step out doors, and find out what happened to the world. To say he was disappointed in his brothers and sisters was an understatement. God would have been so disappointed. So much corruption, so many lost and wandering souls. And one who lost their way, and got a little too big for their britches.

The half demon spawn his archangel brother was trying to close the gates of hell. But she wasn't that no more. You can take the demon out of the girl, but you can't take the wicked touch Lucifer put in her out. As if things weren't bad enough, she was carrying an offspring. Evil breeds evil.

These were Godless times. Someone needed to put things right. And who better than the angel who wrote everything God spoke? He was going to make sure this world into what He always wanted.

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Rest In Peace: Chapter 3

Title: Rest In Peace

Chapter: 3

Summary: A part of Faithless Fairy Tale, a more in depth look at how they brought Laura back to life. Appearance of old faces, creation of new ones and if you’re looking for canon, it left a long, long time ago. If you squint you might be able to see some pieces from the book.

"And I seem to have such strength in me now, that I think I could stand anything, any suffering, only to be able to say and to repeat to myself every moment, ‘I exist.’ In thousands of agonies–I exist. I’m tormented on and if I don’t see the sun, I know it’s there. And there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there." -Fyodor Dostoevsky

Sweeney is a fucking coward.

He turns tail and runs away because he is fuckin' shitting himself over what a dead woman half his weight and size might say to him. Like his life has become that sad, that words can ruin him…

They can, words have power, just like names and faith. Combined, they can birth new gods, new worlds and endless hells. And Laura Moon has a mouth full of venomous words just waiting for him, he is sure.

How can she not? He is the reason she is dead. He is the reason her man left her, first from six feet under and then again two feet away. He is the reason she will rot in this limbo, aware and tormented.

That was the kind of punishment better suited to traitors and killers, not to a mortal girl only guilty of being bitter and lonely. Even he, her executioner, acknowledges that.

Because if she is bonded Prometheus, he is the asshole eagle sent to rip her apart. Caught up in her endless torment if only by association, because he is nose deep in it and has to bare witness just the same as she must experience it, day after day.

-and he is a coward for not having the balls to tell Grimnir to fuck off the first time. For not saying sorry and meaning it. For not telling her, she deserved her revenge the second he found out who she was. For his part in her death, for demanding his coin back. For not getting on his knees and letting the short mad bitch cut his head off too.

For the sick, undeniable want and need he has for her to trust him.

But Sweeney is a damned coward, and so he says nothing.

Mad Sweeney ends up wandering the halls of the manor, each room he peers into is heavily decorated. Stuffed to the brim with lavish furnishing and wealth but also empty and cold. Like a show room floor, perfect in placement but utterly fake. The only other life he finds is the odd rabbit here and there, and he makes a point to flip them off and continues his mindless journey. He can't leave her, but right now being in the same room makes him want to attempt to break his own neck.

He nearly runs into Shadow turning a corner, as it is the other man smoothly steps aside while Sweeney slams his toe into a side table and swears furiously to himself for several seconds.

“Watch it you bastard.” He snaps, more out of embarrassment than actual anger. Oh, sure, Shadow Moon pisses him off but the bastard is hard to hate without feeling like a fool. Probably because of his lack of reaction, like bloody Buddha himself. There was something deeply annoying and unsatisfactory about someone who refused to push back when the world came a swinging.

Sweeney remembers how hard he had to try and just get the man to hit him. Short of telling him he was the one who killed his wife, it wasn't even that long of a fight. Not as it should have been, for a man who had just got out of prison and found out his dear wife was dead. Who had cheated and never sought to tell him it was with his best friend.

If the roles were reversed, if it was Sweeney in his place, he wouldn't have stopped until Shadow was nothing but a smear of red. He would have burned the world down. Shadow had fought well enough in defense of his old life with righteous torment, but it would have been better if it had been just anger. As that long winded, eight legged dick once said, anger got shit done.

Now, Sweeney stares down at Shadow. Apprehensive, even if he knows it's unwarranted. If Shadow wanted him dead or to kick his ass, he would have done it by now.

“Hey.” Shadow says, voice calm. “You and Laura get anywhere?”

“Wouldn't be standing here before you if I did, Moon.” He retorts, as if Shadow has offended him. He has, with his benevolence to his wife's killer and even toned greeting. Like they are buddies.

“Ostara and I might be headed out, her rabbits can only go so far without her. We need to get the word out that Wednesday is dead. That the war is over, or should be. Think you two will be alright here?”

“Think I will try and kill her a second time?”

Shadow gives a deep sigh in reply and looks at him like he is a naughty child trying to talk his way out of nap time. Like Sweeney is a clueless bastard, mind you he is, but he sure as fuck doesn't like someone looking at him like he is.

“I know what you were doing. The night we first met, and why you goaded me into a fight.”

He attempts a smug smirk, but it’s a shaky thing.

“Aye, that was Grimnir's orders.”

“Was it?”

“Yes,” He grunts, “Hardly a fair fight was it? You're lucky I didn't crack your skull in.”

“So, that part where you let me smash your face in wasn't because you were feeling guilty about Laura and looking for punishment?”

“He did what?”

Sweeney will swear on his life he does not jump in the air like a scared little girl. He swears on the rocks and the trees he does not. No, instead he points a finger in Shadow's face and growls.

“You, keep your trap shut.” Then he rounds on Laura. Who stands behind him, hands on hips with a displeased expression. “-and you. You can fuck right off and while you're at it, buy yourself a fuckin’ bell.”

“You let Shadow beat the shit out of you?”

Sweeney has never wanted to claw his own face off more than he has in this moment.

“It was a mutual beating.” He attempts, realizing sadly that all his exits are blocked by Mr and Mrs Moon. Minus the window…which he thinks about for a half a moment too long before acknowledging that would be too dramatic even for him. With his lack of luck he'd only get stuck.

“A mutual beating.” Laura repeats, tone letting him know just how much she believes that. Which is none at all. “This before or after you lost your luck?”

“You know, if I tried I could probably shove you into the freezer downstairs. Not sure how Miss Spring would feel about you snuggling up next to her breakfast eggos but if that's the price of me getting some bloody peace. I'm willing to buy her a new box.”

“Try and we’ll see who fits first. Spoilers, I spent a lot of my off time playing Tetris on my phone, ginger bitch.”

Before Sweeney can get a reply in, Shadow injects his hand between them with a calm smile. The asshole. “It was before. I didn't pick it until after the first fight.”

Laura’s expression sours and Sweeney wants to kick Shadow in the damned knees.

“I told you to shut the fuck up, didn't I?” He hisses.

“Actually, I am still not sure how that last one went down. Wednesday said I just got drunk but even then I knew the truth was you beat me unconscious. Why didn't you take it back then?”

“He told me he gave you the wrong coin. So dumb ass here probably didn't even realize until you were gone.” Laura adds.

“I hate you both.” He seethes in his original tongue, but it goes over both their heads. He goes black to English with clear mounting frustration. “You stole it.”

“Did I?”

Sweeney snorts indignantly, “I now understand why you two were married, you’re both a pair of cunts.”

Laura's tiny fist hits him in the side like a bat and he feels a rib break. “Christ!” He shouts, kicking back at her fruitlessly while he attempts to lean into the wall for support. But in seconds his knees are giving up the gun, as slides right down to his arse.

“They all left, idiot. Now. You have exactly thirty seconds to untwist your panties and tell me what the fuck Shadow means.”

Shadow, amused by the turn of events happily stands by and watches. Sweeney glowers at him, but it's obvious that the man isn't going to stop Laura from kicking his insides up his throat. Still, a man has his pride.

“Fuck you, Dead Wife.”

Laura raises one boot and Sweeney flinches.

“Fine! FINE, you-“ He halts his insult, seeing her rage and backtracking. “Lovely lass?”

Shadow actually fucking chuckles.

Sweeney vows, then and there, to piss on everything Shadow owns.

“The night I met Shadow. Wednesday told me to pick a fight with him. See if he could handle it…keep him out of it too. Long enough to not question too much about how he got to be on the road with the bastard. Thing is, your hubby ain't an easy man to piss off. I've had nuns resort to violence easier than this stone twat, finally took slapping him with a newspaper with your dead face across it to get to him to even hit me.”

“-and he hit you.”

“Aye, he got a few hits in.”

“More like I bashed your nose in.” Shadow comments, off hand.

“He still allowed you to get even one in.” Laura says. Mostly to herself. She has Sweeney pinned to the wall with her gaze. “That coin should have had Shadow punch himself before it landed once on you. Never mind enough to kick your ass, unless you allowed it.”

A beat of silence passes between the two.

“You gave it up willingly, didn't you?”

“Aye, I did. What of it dead wife?”

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